"Brothers from Qingchuan Sect and Wuhuang Mansion, I leave this young monk to you. Su Chen belongs to our Huanyang Sect. I hope you won't interfere."
More than twenty genius disciples of the Huanyang Sect gathered together. The leader was a strong man at the sixth level of King Wu, and there were two at the sixth level of King Wu, four at the fifth level of King Wu, and the rest were all at the fourth level. under.
"good."
Qingchuanmen and Wuhuang Mansion were also happy to give the Huanyang Sect a favor. After all, they had no enmity with Su Chen. The Huanyang Sect had suffered losses in the Xuantian Realm. They knew this and it was no longer a secret.
Moreover, they are not interested in Su Chen himself. This little monk is full of treasures. He has robbed many people's wealth in this sea area recently.
"Little monk, let's fight on our own."
Su Chensi slowly drew out the Sword of Destiny, his whole body glowed with golden light, and his murderous aura surged into the sky, and he took the lead to kill towards the Huanyang Sect camp.
"Amitabha."
The compassionate little monk clasped his hands together. His whole body was filled with holy light and Buddha-nature. No matter how you looked at it, he was an enlightened monk with the potential to be a Buddha.
"Su Chen, take your life."
Wang Liang, who first appeared, slashed out a shocking sword light and came straight towards Su Chen. His eyes were shining. In his eyes, Su Chen was his prey. As long as he killed Su Chen, he would be the leader of Huanyang Sect. With status, everything goes up, and that one million high-grade Yuan Stones is a huge amount of wealth.
"If you want to kill me, let's see if you have the ability."
Su Chen's voice was like thunder, and the Thirteen Swords of Destiny were as fast as lightning. He didn't even pay attention to the disciples of Huanyang Sect in front of him, they were nothing more than chickens and dogs.
Moreover, they are not considered geniuses at all.
Those who have reached the fifth level of the Martial King are at least twenty-five years old. Those who have reached this level of cultivation at this age are nothing compared to the real geniuses of the Era Continent.
Those evil geniuses in ancient tribes, holy lands, and great religions often become martial emperors at the age of fifteen or sixteen, and some even become emperors at a young age. They possess talents and physiques that surpass ordinary people. They inherit the fate of destiny and defy the heavens at birth. Coupled with the cultivation of rare resources, one can achieve unlimited brilliance in his youth, and that is the true genius.
Lingzhou is a small place after all.
The woman in red that Su Chen saw in the Xuantian Realm before was still a figure among the younger generation.
Tsk!
ah!
Accompanied by a shrill scream, Su Chen pierced Wang Liang's body with a sword and killed him on the spot.
Su Chen pulled out his sword smoothly, his black hair dancing in the wind. He was towering over the waves, like an unparalleled killing god.
"What?"
This scene not only shocked everyone in Huanyang Sect, but also the people in Qingchuan Sect and Wuhuang Mansion who had originally focused all their attention on the young monk were shocked. They all looked at Su Chen with ghost-like eyes, horrified. To the extreme.
"How is this possible? His cultivation level is obviously only the first level of the Martial King. Even if he is at the peak of the first level of the Martial King, it is too outrageous to kill the fifth level of the Martial King with one move."
"Didn't he come from that tiny little realm? How could a small place have such an incredible talent?"
"It's so cruel. No wonder the elders of Huanyang Sect suffered there. I didn't expect this Su Chen to be so terrifying."
…………
No one was surprised, and the little monk's ancient and unwavering eyes couldn't help but tremble a few times. He looked at Su Chen, as if he was trapped in
meditation.
"Su Chen, you are crazy. You dare to kill people from my Huanyang Sect here."
A young man at the sixth level of the Martial King spoke loudly.
Su Chen laughed when he heard this and slashed out with his sword. The lightning flashed and with a bang, he cut the opponent's sailboat in half.
The man asked himself how dare he?
How could he ask such an idiot and retarded person?
It's ridiculous. The relationship between Su Chen and the Huanyang Sect is a fight to the death. Now that their identity has been exposed, what's there to say? If the Huanyang Sect wants to kill him, it depends on how many of them die enough to offend Su. Sooner or later, Chen will board the Huanyang Sect and destroy it.
The journey of cultivation is inherently cruel, and every high-ranking person has a base of bones at their feet.
Su Chen achieved the reputation of the Emperor of Destiny in his previous life. Along the way, he killed decisively. Countless warriors died in his hands. He also destroyed countless forces. He once leveled a holy land with one man and one sword.
"Su Chen, take your life, Long Chao."
The young man at the sixth level of the King of Martial Arts was furious. He was wearing a black armor, and his whole body was surging with energy. He made seals with his hands, and the waves around him began to gather. With him as the center, more than a dozen water dragon waves swirled up, pressing towards Su Chen. Come.
"Okay, Senior Brother Zhou has a water-type physique, so he has an innate advantage in this sea area."
Someone from Huanyang Sect said.
"The Dragon of Mortal Water is quite powerful, but unfortunately, it is useless."
As Su Chen's body shook, endless waves of fire filled the air. He held a sword in one hand, and the other hand condensed the Infernal Flame Dragon Palm. A fire dragon soared into the sky, roaring to the sky, almost touching the sea area within a hundred miles.
Boom...
Su Chen pushed with one hand, and the Purgatory Flame Dragon Palm roared out, and the opponent
The dragon tide was unable to withstand the impact of the fire dragon and was instantly burned into steam.
The so-called mutual restraint of the five elements also has levels. How can ordinary water overcome divine fire?
Boom...
The void exploded, and the fire dragon was so powerful that it hit the young man, tearing his body apart and burning it to ashes.
One move, the sixth level of the King of Martial Arts, death!
At this time, the whole audience was completely shocked. The disciples of the Huanyang Sect were all dying. They had always thought that Su Chen was able to kill Elder Qian Gang, the eighth level Martial King of the Huanyang Sect, because of some kind of help. The special power ignored Su Chen's own strength.
"Brother Zheng Hao, please help me, Huanyang Sect, and I will be rewarded in the future."
The people of the Huanyang Sect were frightened. Another master of the sixth level of the King of Martial Arts looked directly at the young man in white who was leading the Qingchuan Sect. This young man in white had a stronger cultivation level and had reached the seventh level of the King of Martial Arts.
Although there is only one level difference between the sixth level of King Wu and the seventh level of King Wu, it is a leap from the middle stage of King Wu to the late stage of King Wu, which is completely different.
With Su Chen's current fighting power, he could easily defeat the Martial King at the 6th level, but he would be dwarfed by the Martial King at the 7th level.
"Okay, five hundred thousand high-grade Yuan stones, I will help you once."
Zheng Hao said with a smile.
"What? Five hundred thousand, aren't you taking advantage of the situation?"
someone exclaimed.
"Amitabha, don't you think that there is no such thing as a monk? Your target is me."
The compassionate young monk spoke.
"Little bald donkey, a thief of the third level of the Martial King, you are nothing. I will slap you on your knees first and call you grandpa."
A strong man at the fifth level of the Martial King from the Qingchuan Sect took action decisively and punched the little monk Mercy.
"Amitabha, the donor is too cruel.
Seriously, little monk is here to save you. "
The little monk's clothes were fluttering, he flew into the air, and struck out with a light palm.
ah……
The golden wave swept everything, and the fifth-level Martial King who was clamoring from the Qingchuan Sect was beaten into powder by the little monk's palm and evaporated on the spot.
"What?"
Everyone in Qingchuan Sect exclaimed, their eyes almost popped out of their heads. Some people's eyes kept switching between Su Chen and the little monk. What kind of freaks are these?
"Amitabha, you are too violent and need to be saved."
The little monk had a compassionate face, golden waves rolling all over his body, and his tyrannical aura continued to surge, and he struck out again.
The huge red-gold palm struck a warship in Qingchuan Gate, and the warship shattered into pieces.
ah……
Piercing screams filled the sea area. The young monk destroyed the opponent's warship with one palm, and also killed three or four King Wu's disciples.
"Fuck his mother, this little bald ass is hiding his strength."
someone exclaimed.
Su Chen and Zhuang Zhuang looked at the solemn young monk.
How can this guy's Dharma name be called Mercy?
This is completely the Buddha of Death!
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