Among the two hundred warriors such as Nangong Wentian and Zhang Jiuying, there is no shortage of people who are extremely dedicated to martial arts and are proficient in creation, and there are also ruthless people who have lived long enough to emerge from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Their vision and skills are definitely not weak, but they are just a little slower in the mountains and forests here, and they are defeated again and again.
But they couldn't imagine that anyone in the world could challenge the twelve top genius disciples and the most elite Lingtai masters from each major sect under the same circumstances.
In their inherent impression, only one of these people can challenge a group of ordinary casual warriors from the same realm.
But now they understand that there is someone who can, this mysterious acquired man Xin Zhuo who saved the Eighteen Sects in the past and is the young master of the Xuantian Sword Sect.
"boom……"
In the distance, the Saint Monument has a radius of hundreds of miles. The sky is stirred by the power of Tai Chi. The red moon can no longer be seen clearly. The fine rain also forms a whirlpool hundreds of miles like a tornado, in which the mountain peaks collapse, the ancient trees are broken, and the rocks are scattered. The splashing was like flying sand and rocks, creating a mess.
The twelve figures, each with their divine body and bloodline visions are more terrifying than the last, their martial arts and supernatural powers are more terrifying than the last. Even if one of them takes action, it will be difficult for the two hundred of them to resist!
In the face of absolute martial arts, numbers are useless.
However, Xin Zhuo, who is now besieged by them, is not in the slightest embarrassment. His body seems to be glowing with golden light, and he is dazzling with spiritual treasures. One man and one sword, rolling up the Nine Dragons sword light, every blow is inevitable. Like a dragon soaring, every sword will appear like ghosts and gods.
Excellent swordsmanship!
The means are so heavy!
The Mahayana of Change!
It’s breathtaking and truly a work of wonder!
He is not even afraid of divine bodies and bloodline phenomena.
Therefore, each blow will knock back one person.
"The mortal body in this world should be rectified by Master Xin!"
"The person who is astonishingly talented and beautiful can only be taught by Master Xin!"
This is the heartfelt evaluation of Two Hundred Warriors, and it definitely does not contain any falsehood or exaggerated flattery.
In the sky above the Saint Monument, the expressions of Qiya and the other twelve people became very ugly.
As opponents, they can best feel Xin Zhuo's terrifying strength.
His strength is more than ten times that of ordinary warriors. He is not afraid of divine bodies and bloodline phenomena. His swordsmanship is incomprehensible to you, but he can hold his own against twelve people.
No matter how angry he is, he has to admit that this is an incomprehensible monster, and he is qualified to speak arrogantly.
"If that's all, Xin Zhuo, if you are really naive, why are you giving us a chance?"
At this moment, Qi Ya suddenly flew back in the air, and an extremely strong and evil aura filled his body.
The remaining eleven people all retreated, and their momentum increased again, becoming more terrifying than before.
"Twelve people fight to the death, and the winner will be determined."
Zhang Jiuying and a group of others subconsciously took a step forward, their faces turning green and white.
Zhao Yizhu's fingers flashed with dazzling sword intent.
However, Xin Zhuo remained silent and even stopped attacking. He just held the sword in both hands and made a gesture of resistance.
"Boom boom boom..."
The brilliance that filled the sky was extremely powerful and went straight to kill Xin Zhuo. In the eyes of a group of warriors in the distance, even a large mountain gate was enough to destroy.
Xin Zhuo was completely buried, as if he had reached the end of his power——
The body-protecting nine-square jade gifted by Jiang Yuwei was shattered into pieces.
The seven phoenix robes, tiger roar seals, and nine phoenix jade pendant seals of the young headmaster Si Zun were broken one after another.
Even the Panlong Golden Crown was knocked off by one blow.
His golden body was torn, revealing his fair skin.
Her long hair was disheveled, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth.
"You're an acquired bitch, a waste of time, arrogant! Ignorant! Arrogant!"
Bai Zong couldn't help but curse angrily, and even wanted to strike him with a palm.
But at this moment, Xin Zhuo suddenly raised his head, his eyes exuding strong murderous intent, and he grabbed fiercely with his right hand.
Countless purple thunderbolts descended instantly, and the entire Saint Monument seemed to be trapped in a terrifying thunder pool.
The expressions of the twelve people changed drastically, and they immediately dodged hastily, but they were still numb from being hit.
Not counting the thunder, the 28-mile Lingtai's ultimate killing vision suddenly descended, bringing with it the phantoms of the Nine-mile Immortal Killing Platform and the Nine-mile Haotian Throne, and struck down with a bang.
The expressions of the twelve people who hurriedly dodge changed again. They had no choice but to summon the spiritual platform to resist the illusion of extreme killing, but it was no more than ten miles in size. It was like a child facing an adult!
All this happened while everyone had exhausted all their tricks and had yet to take a breath!
"Boom boom boom——"
The ground within hundreds of miles of the Saint Monument sank several feet, and a terrifying storm swept away. Nangong Wentian and his group had no choice but to stay away again in fear.
"Damn it!"
Qiya and the others felt uncomfortable all over. Lingtai was also in a daze and couldn't help cursing. Suddenly, they saw Xin Zhuo flashing towards them.
The twelve people did not want to sit still and wait for death, and rushed forward fiercely, with the weapons in their hands curling up with the dazzling power of Tai Chi.
However, Xin Zhuo threw the sword away strangely, and quickly formed seals with his hands. A simple, sharp, and extremely sharp aura, as if he was in the eternal river thousands of years ago, suddenly appeared.
Without waiting for a group of people to react, Xin Zhuo stretched out his finger.
Following this finger, a group of phantoms of golden armored cavalry that were completely different from the attire of today swooped over with overwhelming momentum. Before they could get close, they turned into Sumeru Blades.
Look directly at the golden armored cavalry, and look sideways at the Xumi Blade.
The scene is extremely strange and terrifying.
The twelve people's eyes shrank, their expressions changed drastically, and they immediately tried their best to resist, but they couldn't even stop for half a breath.
"Puff puff puff puff..."
Blood spilled into the sky, and twelve figures were like rags, flying upside down miserably.
The three masters of the ninth level of the Sanxiu Lingtai Realm died on the spot.
The remaining nine people's bodies were broken, their bones were displaced, they were dripping with blood, and there was no trace of color on their faces.
This scene seemed to freeze for an instant.
The two hundred warriors in the distance looked on blankly, feeling their scalps exploding and their hearts pounding.
One blow stained the sky with blood.
Twelve people were defeated in one blow!
It turns out that Xin Zhuo has been building momentum and showing weakness, just waiting for this fatal blow. What kind of character does this person have?
At this time, Xin Zhuo had already caught the Tianwu Sword he had just thrown, abandoned the eight people, and went straight to Bai Zong with a determined killing intent.
"Xin Zhuo! Master, please spare my life. My practice is not easy. Bai will follow your lead from now on. Please..."
As he was flying back, Bai Zong, who was not yet dead, saw his intention, endured his injuries, and roared with all his strength.
"puff--"
Without any response, the Tianwu Sword drew an arc, his head flew high, his eyes still filled with unwillingness and despair.
"Bang bang bang..."
The remaining eight people slumped to the ground, vomiting blood again and dying.
Twenty breaths later, twelve people were defeated!
Xin Zhuo also fell to the ground, holding the sword in his right hand, blood dripping from the tip of the sword, and looked back at the saint's monument.
Twenty breaths have passed!
No time!
He jumped up to the saint's monument and struck down with his sword.
"boom--"
The saint's monument was broken.
A huge deep pit was exposed on the ground, and countless strange iron-containing gears rotated, quickly forming a huge halo transmission array with a radius of fifty feet.
Xin Zhuo looked at the warriors in the distance and said hastily: "Eight breaths, leave quickly!"
Nangong Wentian and others who were still in a daze heard the words and arrived in an instant. Everyone was surprised and puzzled that there was really a teleportation array under the stone tablet. They hurriedly saluted and disappeared without a trace as soon as they entered the halo.
Zhao Yizhu grabbed Xin Zhuo and said, "Let's go!"
Xin Zhuo made a gesture to get in, but suddenly his body couldn't move. He looked into the distance and saw that the edges of the thousands of miles of mountains and forests collapsed everywhere, and a huge altar was revealed in the distance. Ten auras locked on him, unable to move at all.
Taking a deep breath, he pushed Zhao Yizhu hard: "Go first!"
Zhao Yizhu was caught off guard, looked at him deeply, and also disappeared in the halo.
The aura of the ten locks is getting stronger and stronger.
Xin Zhuo subconsciously looked back and saw that Qiya, Sanyangnu and Deng Shanling were not dead, but were seriously injured and dying. They looked at him blankly, thought for a moment, and shouted angrily: "Get out!"
If others had said this, the eight of them would never give up, but at this moment, they were left with only gratitude and helplessness.
Xin Zhuo's strength just now completely destroyed their pride.
The eight people endured their injuries, jumped over, bowed and disappeared into the halo.
Deng Shanling was the last one to leave, and suddenly said to Xin Zhuo: "Master Xin, my ancestor Deng Taixuan is waiting for you at the top of Kunlun Ruins!"
Xin Zhuo was stunned: "Who?"
Deng Shanling has disappeared.
"Wow--"
The collapse of the mountains and forests in all directions became more and more serious. Countless corpses fell into the endless abyss along with the ancient trees, mountain peaks, and boulders. Soon, the vision became a void space, and the huge altar came instantly.
Xin Zhuo fell onto the altar uncontrollably.
"You are very brave!"
An old voice, with a hint of extreme anger.
Xin Zhuo looked over and found that the huge altar statue in front of him was an evil god with three heads and six arms. It was a hundred feet tall, with one side red and one side red and yellow. It exuded an indescribable aura of terror and pressure. Even in the ninth level of the Lingtai, in the It is as small as an ant in front of it.
Under the altar, ten people were sitting cross-legged, all young men and women, looking to be no more than 20 years old.
The one who spoke was one of the young men with golden crowns and robes. His voice was very old, and his eyes glowed with light.
That's right! Eyes glow!
Xin Zhuo couldn't help but trembled as if from his soul. If this person killed him, he would only need a hair.
(End of chapter)
