圣 This holy war lasted a whole night. The battlefield affected 30,000 miles of vast land, and the landforms were severely changed. Scorched earth was everywhere, and the sky was completely shrouded in black dust.

There are only three saints in Sword and Prison who are still supporting and have not fallen, but they have also suffered severe injuries.

He was originally a holy man with six arms, but now he has only one arm, and he is still waving his sword, splitting a dagger.

Another holiest, was beaten back to its original shape, turned into a red tiger, with blood holes all over his body, the sacred blood turned into a strand of blood, and continued to escape outward.

There is also a true saint, a middle-aged woman. Her chest and abdomen were penetrated, and it was extremely miserable. She yelled, "I am with you all."

中 The middle-aged woman, like a flash of light, suddenly burst into a very fast speed and rushed into an area where dozens of Marquis Rakshasa were gathered.

Her body broke open, scattering a dazzling array of Saint-Mans.

不好 "No, she wants to explode the holy source and hurry back."

罗 The Marquis of Rakshasa all broke out at the fastest speed, backwards, like a dozen rays, rushing out in all directions.

"Boom."

A true saint blew himself up, the destructive power was too terrible, and the whole earth was falling down.

一半 Half of the ten Marquis of Rakshasa were bombarded to death and the other half were severely injured and fell to the ground, losing their combat effectiveness.

The one holy one-armed holy man with red eyes and a roar: "Xue Ji ..."

There are more than 850 saints, the whole army is annihilated, and now only two of them are still alive, which is too tragic.

三 The third-class marquis with a silver-haired lion face came out of the mist of black evil brakes and sneered: "You two are already among the babies, should you also explode the source?"

The two most holy saints in the Fang prison world looked at each other, and then they mobilized the remaining holy power in the body to attack the silver-haired lion.

"Boom."

The silver-haired lion took out an iron whip, his wrists shook, and tens of thousands of inscriptions appeared on the iron whip. They struck the two most holy bodies, beating them backwards.

The terror contained in the iron whip almost broke the two most holy bodies.

"哏 哏."

The silver lion smirked a lion and was about to take another shot to completely kill them. He suddenly stopped, raised his eyes suddenly, and looked in the direction of the two most holy.

I saw a figure wearing a ten-holy blood armor standing on a magma lake, stepping forward step by step.

The silver-haired lion's eyes sank, and the iron whip in his hand gave off a dark red evil flame, and said, "You finally appeared, and the Lord thought you would always hide in the dark."

"Whether it's hiding in the dark and still walking to the bright, they are hunting. What's the difference?" Zhang Ruochen said lightly.

The silver lion hummed coldly: "It's not too bad."

"唰!"

Another third-class Marquis of the Raksha race rushed over and flew in midair, holding a stone tower more than ten feet high with his right hand, with thousands of inscriptions floating on the stone tower.

The other Marquis of the Rakshasa also approached and appeared within a thousand miles, encircling Zhang Ruochen and the two holy ones in the center.

Of course, those marquis of the Raksha tribe did not dare to come too close, fearing that the two most holy self-destructive sources would end up with them.

At a distance of a thousand miles, they can advance and attack and retreat, and they do not have to worry about the other person's dead net breaking.

Zhang Ruochen's mental power shrouded thousands of miles, and the number of marquises of the Rakshasa was detected. There were actually more than 170 martials. All of them were war-fighting. They could attack the holy weapon and holy art at any time.

The third-level marquis flying in the air was full of murderous eyes, and Shen said, "Isn't they already killed by you?"

"Yes," Zhang Ruochen said.

"Damn."

The third-level marquis inspired the semi-successful power of the stone tower, which became larger and larger, reaching a height of one hundred feet, and then slammed down.

Before the flint tower fell, the earth was sinking downward.

Zhang Ruochen could dodge, but did not avoid it. Instead, he pulled out the ancient sword of Shen Yuan, which also inspired the semi-perfect power and chopped it towards the sky.

"Boom."

The stone pagoda at the level of sacred artifacts was divided into two.

The long sword qi flew into the sky as if it had become a heaven.

"how is this possible?"

The eyes of the third-class marquis were about to stare out. The ancient Tongming Stone Pagoda was destroyed by the opponent with one sword. The holy sword was too scary.

Zhang Ruochen's figure flew out of the middle of the two stone towers and turned into a white light. A sword stabbed at the third-level marquis.

"Sword Seven!"

剑 The speed of this sword reaches a hundred times the speed of sound, and it cannot be avoided at all.

The third-level marquis' stone tower had been destroyed, and the protective weapon had been lost. He had to inspire all the amulet spells in the body, and a series of more than twenty layers of light masks emerged from his body, guarding him at the center like a copper wall and iron wall.

"嘭 嘭."

Those masks are constantly bursting.

Each layer of the shroud is broken, and the power of Shen Yuan's ancient sword will weaken a little.

When Zhang Ruochen broke through all the twenty layers of masks, the third-class marquis went all out to mobilize the Holy Spirit in his body and formed a seal with his hands, which actually blocked the ancient sword of Shen Yuan.

Zhang Ruochen released his five fingers, then, his hands formed palms, and he patted forward, hitting on the hilt of the sword.

"Boom."

Zhang Ruochen and Shen Yuan's ancient sword pressed the third-level marquis and flew backwards.

After a long flight of dozens of miles, Shen Yuan's ancient sword finally broke through the marks between the hands of the third-level marquis, hit him, and penetrated his body.

"噗嗤."

There was a basin-sized blood hole in the chest of the third-class marquis.

"Go to death."

Zhang Ruochen formed a large handprint and slapped it on his head. Suddenly, the body of a third-class marquis turned into a mud of blood.

After killing the third-level marquis, Zhang Ruochen only took a breath, and the other marquises of Rakshasa had no time to rescue.

The two most holy faces of the sword and prison world looked at each other, and they could see the shock in their eyes.

Twenty-three moves can kill a third-class marquis. Moreover, the other party cannot escape. Such strength can only be described by the word "terrible".

The silver silver lion was also shocked, and quickly retreated to the distance. At the same time, he issued an order: "Sell together, use the combined attack method, and kill it."

Of the more than 180 marquis of Rakshasa, 81 rushed out and reached within 100 miles of Zhang Ruochen.

They stood in eighty-one different directions, their hands clasped together, and then the holy spirit in their body burst out frantically, united into one, forming a formation.

The strength of the twenty-first marquis, when fused together, was stronger than a third-class marquis.

Kunlun boundary, outside the Royal Palace of Yunwu County.

少 Zhang Shaochu stared at the battlefield mirror over the sky, and patted his forehead heavily, "It's over! It's over! The 9th brother's idea! It fell into the martial law of Marquis Rakshasa.

Some of the great figures in the heavenly world shook their heads and felt that Zhang Ruochen and the two holiest holy men in the world of sword and jail would certainly be unable to escape their birth today.

"Nine or nine return to a large array, or by the eighty-one saint-level figures, it is estimated that only the world of the seven worlds can defeat it."

"Wu Hao, Dongliu Jianzun, Baiyi Fangyi, Lingyan Demon Concubine, some of them had the overbearing practice to break through the ninety-nine return. The old guys in Kunlun may have that strength. "

Uh ...

He was trapped inside a large array of ninety-nine returnees, which was almost a dead end. Among the saints in the seven worlds, the number of characters who could fight against them would not exceed twenty.

However, at this moment, everyone was surprised to find that the figure wearing the ten holy blood armor actually appeared outside a large array of nine or nine return.

怎么 "How is it possible, how did he escape a long time ago?"

"What a hell, what kind of creature is he?"

"Is it a spirit monk who can shuttle any array at will?"

According to legend, some special gases can give birth to spirituality, wisdom, and a human body. This type of monk is called "spirit monk".

Of course, monks are extremely rare, and a large world may not be able to produce a few. Spirit monks who can practice sacredness are even more rare.

Only the monks in the Kunlun realm knew that Zhang Ruochen had used space to move directly to the outside of Jiu Jiu Gui.

Out of the trap of the formation, Zhang Ruochen immediately launched anti-killing methods.

"噗嗤."

"Not good, dodge quickly ... so quickly ..."

"you……"

Zhang Ruochen was holding Shen Yuan's ancient sword, just like a scarecrow harvester, but in a moment, he killed more than 20 Roussa Marquis who arranged a large array of ninety-nine.

However, the reaction of the Marquis of Rakshasa was extremely fast. Knowing that the formation had been breached, he quickly sieged up.

Unfortunately, none of them was an enemy of Zhang Ruochen. In just half a quarter of an hour, more than 20 Rakshasa marquis were killed, and more than 30 Rakshasa marquis were badly wounded.

Zhang Ruochen was simply invincible, and the remaining Marquis of Rakshasa were killed, and he was afraid to fight him again.

"It's too powerful. The tactics of Renhai can't restrain him at all."

"His cultivation must have reached the culmination of the holiest, invincible under the King."

Uh ...

Zhang Ruochen burst into haste and chased down the Marquis of Rakshasa, killing another seven in a row. Among them, there were two Marquis of Rakshasa ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ who blew up the holy source and wanted to share it with Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen is a means of exhibiting spatial distortions, transferring the destructive power after the explosion to other places.

He blew himself from the source, and could not threaten him at all.

"So strong power fluctuations."

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen noticed the dangerous atmosphere, stopped the killing, opened the eye of the eyebrow, and looked toward the eastern sky. He saw that the Marquis of the Raksha clan had formed another one hundred and nine hundred years away.

And the large array was urged by the eighty-one marquises, and they started to run, and made a lightning attack.

It was a dozen-thousand-thick pillar of lightning, much like a river of lightning, attacking Zhang Ruochen at a hundred times the speed of sound.

The speed is too fast to have enough time to mobilize space power.

The sound of Zhang Ruochen's howl spurred the hundred sacred blood armors, and at the same time stood his hands apart in a lunge, grabbed the monument shield with both hands, mobilized the holy spirit of the whole body, injected into the inside of the shield, and inspired the complete power of the monument shield.

In the shield, a steady stream of lightning was released, colliding with the lightning beam.

Uh ...

(Sorry, it's too late to update today, but it's finally made up, and there will be no less two chapters tomorrow.)

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