Xin Zhuo's words were extremely arrogant, extremely rude, and even insulting to the quasi-sage, but...
There was still silence.
Everyone was completely shocked by the scene just now, yes, everyone.
Who is Tama? He was a guy who had lived through many prosperous times of martial arts. He was a direct descendant of ancient Buddhism. He was probably no younger than the Quasi-Sage Venerable. His understanding of Buddhist martial arts had reached an advanced level, and his experience in the way of fighting definitely surpassed that of many. people.
The saints and saints of the major holy places and caves were all defeated by him back then. Many of the ancestors of the warriors present were killed by him in one blow. They would never dare to mention revenge until they had reached the level of cultivation that surpassed the second among the five degenerates of gods and humans. Two words.
This person's terror is no exaggeration. It is no exaggeration to say that he is the number one Hunyuanxu.
Even though Xin Zhuo, as a rising star in recent years, is the benchmark for measuring the strength of his peers, it is hard to say whether he can survive three or two rounds under him.
The trick he used just now was indeed extremely powerful, even a group of saints and saints nodded secretly, but...
Defeat in one move!
No suspense!
The loser is even a little pitiful!
Whether it was the two quasi-sages in the sky or the saints, saints, and tens of thousands of warriors below, they were all in a daze for a moment, unsure of what was going on.
After a few breaths, many people reviewed the instant duel between the two in their minds——
Regardless of it, Xin Zhuo was obviously behind the preemptive strike, but he took his time and used the martial arts barrier with only one sword.
The martial arts barrier is condensed and realistic, nearly a hundred miles wide. The meaning and depth of martial arts and martial arts have reached a certain extreme, no! It is ten times stronger than ordinary Hunyuan Zhoutian warriors.
That sword came out like the setting sun, swayed like weeping blood, and was as powerful as a swimming dragon. It was vast and vast, capable of destroying everything. It also carried the killing intent that seemed to come from thousands of ancient sword cultivators in the ages. It was strange and unpredictable. An unrivaled sword...
And his true energy, Nine Colors! ! !
If Tama is invincible in the human world, then Xin Zhuo's sword is a magical skill that is unlike anything in the human world.
One is invincible on earth, and the other is in heaven!
Make a decision!
Many people looked at Xin Zhuo again, and their eyes changed completely. They were eyes that were not of the same kind.
"How can you set a benchmark if you are so strong as to be a psychic?"
"Is Xin Zhuo that legendary true warrior?"
A large number of warriors felt suffocated and depressed in their hearts.
"how?"
In front of the palace in the corner, Daluo Saint Qiong Yu looked hard at Xiao Jingyi, the Holy Son of the Huangquan Sect, and Chu Youyun and Wu Tiange, who had walked in from unknown time. However, she saw three saints and sons and saints from a famous town with profound backgrounds. There was confusion and solemnity on his face.
Then Xiao Jing frowned and said: "It's not a legendary true warrior, just defensive cultivation, but... isn't Xin Zhuo your Da Luo disciple? Where did he learn this kind of swordsmanship and mental skills?"
Qiong Yu was also very confused, shook her head and said: "Sword skills and mental skills are definitely not Da Luo's. I don't know where this person learned them."
"This man is worthy of his reputation."
Chu Youyun showed a rare hint of admiration, "The swordsmanship is divine, the mind is unparalleled, the key is planned and then acted, the strong mind is really terrifying. My ancient emperor ancestor once said that there are three kinds of people in the world who are the most terrifying, Xin People like Zhuo are one of them!"
…
In mid-air, Ji Pixuan looked at Xin Zhuo silently, with a hint of unclear meaning flashing in his eyes.
Zhe Feiyan, Han Jiulang and Qing Xuan also watched silently, their thoughts seeming to go back to those dreamlike years. Xin Zhuo seemed to have nothing that he couldn't do.
Not far away, Dongfang and Mie Ling had dark expressions. It couldn't be said that they were surprised or shocked, but the meaning in their eyes was unclear. If you look carefully at their pupils, they showed a strong and stubborn determination with murderous intent.
They seemed to have returned to the original illusion of facing the rapidly growing bandit in "Through the Looking Glass".
…
At the four forks that were already in ruins, Xin Zhuo held his sword in his right hand, silently looking at it with its head stuck in the stinking ditch and rubbing it with his left hand, making a faint whirlpool. No one could understand what he was doing.
"Do you think I'm dead? Hahaha, no, I was careless just now."
The Tamo beside the smelly water ditch suddenly flashed strangely not far away, and then flashed into the air again. A golden Buddha shadow once again covered the sky and covered the sun, sweeping across the sky. For a moment, the Buddha's light shone, and the entire holy city turned golden. of.
And his body seemed to have become an eternally powerful Buddhist dragon and arhat, wrapped in ten thousand feet of divine power. A trace of it could break through mountains and rivers, weighing more than ten thousand kilograms. With a flicker of his body, like a clone technique, he transformed into seventy-three rays, with a sound like a loud bell. : "Buddhism is authentic, how can you lose? Boy, this Buddha will send you back to the west!"
As soon as the word "西" came out of my mouth, the Buddha shadow behind me suddenly said: "Eight karma and ten thousand ways!"
It’s like the real Buddha has come to earth!
With one punch, Buddha's light descends and everything in the world is invincible.
"this……"
"It just didn't use all its strength!"
Tens of thousands of warriors were horrified. They watched carefully and felt excited. Some even muttered silently in their hearts, "How many times can we defeat Xin Zhuo..."
Xin Zhuo's strength is really outrageous, which makes people feel guilty. If he were so strong, what would our hundreds of years of hard training mean? Do we still need to live?
"It used all its strength and struck with all its might. The outcome is still uncertain."
The saints and saints of the caves in all major holy places observed intently.
Even Dongfang and Mie Ling narrowed their eyes.
However, Xin Zhuo no longer planned and acted like before, but was surrounded by a dazzling nine-color glow, as majestic as a prehistoric man, flashed into the air, and pointed heavily.
"Buzz——"
Half of the sky glowed with a dazzling golden color, extremely deadly, extremely heavy, and extremely powerful. A giant golden-armored god flashed out, as if coming from ancient anger.
"boom--"
The Buddha's light all over the sky seemed to be afraid of the golden light, and the ice and snow melted instantly. It suffered heavy damage, and its figure flew out like a meteor.
"boom--"
The stone slab cracked, and it plunged into the ground of the street again. The ninety-nine sword wounds on his body were splashed with blood. He trembled a few times and became motionless.
The second time, I tried my best to kill him, but I was still vulnerable and I lost completely.
"Well……"
Countless faces in all directions were filled with dull expressions.
Is it still...defeated with one move?
A group of saints and saints were lost in thought.
The faces of Dongfang and Mie Ling were extremely gloomy.
"Measuring strength... it doesn't work on me, Xin Zhuo!"
Xin Zhuo looked at Dongfang, Mie Ling and even the nearly 100,000 warriors slowly gathering from all directions. As if he wanted to vent his dissatisfaction and depression, he said word by word: "The realm that I, Xin Zhuo, can reach, no one in the world can be my opponent. , even if the ancient emperor is resurrected, and we are in the same situation, there is still no certainty that he will defeat me, Dongfang and Mie Ling, you are too far apart... You must remember my words and measure your strength, ha!"
His tone was arrogant, full of disdain for everything, and seemed to be an outburst that had been suppressed for a long time.
Everything was quiet.
Everyone originally thought that Xin Zhuo would die today, but now they were completely speechless.
"Crack!"
Mopan suddenly sat up for the third time, its bald head covered with blood. It looked straight at Xin Zhuo, stopped moving, pushed the golden mountain and knocked down the jade pillar, and knelt down: "I can't beat you, and I won't do it again in the future." Be your enemy!"
Immediately, he burst into tears, not knowing whether he was crying about his tragic defeat, or because he was crying about all his pride and complacency.
One hundred thousand warriors felt sad, who had ever seen such a side of this devilish monk?
"If you provoke the Holy Power and act so unruly, you should kill him without caring about your face!"
The spirit-killing old nun and Mr. Dongfang abandoned all dignity and carried the strong holy power. Ignoring the glares of Zhe Feiyan and others, they killed Xin Zhuo with a single finger from heaven and man.
The entire holy city suddenly shook.
Millions of warriors were terrified and scattered in panic.
"The two quasi-sages are so dishonest in their words, are they really shameless?"
Zhe Feiyan scolded him angrily and tried to resist.
A group of saints and saints retreated helplessly.
However, Xin Zhuo faced Dongfang and the two men without any fear. He smiled calmly and said: "There is no need to stop Saint Taichong, let them kill her!"
Zhe Feiyan looked at him fiercely, feeling a bit resentful at this unfamiliar title, but more of a puzzlement.
Also puzzled are Han Jiulang, Qing Xuan, Xiao Jingyi, Chu Youyun, Wu Tiange and others.
Xin Zhuo doesn't look like someone who is willing to die calmly, so what's the point of saying that?
The next moment, everyone couldn't help but look panicked——
Xin Zhuo kept grasping the hand that had no idea of its function and tightened it tightly.
"boom--"
I don't know where the majestic medieval, ancient, and ancient Qi came from, covering him layer by layer. For a moment, he was like a fairy. Even with the powerful means of the quasi-sage, it was impossible to kill him in an instant.
That's not all. Immediately afterwards, eight gray beams of light suddenly appeared in eight places in the city. The eight beams were completely different from the coercion of today's warriors, sweeping across the world.
Eight figures, extremely terrifying, appeared in a flash and stood in front of Xin Zhuo.
(End of chapter)
