However, the more surprised person is Jiuyou Swordmaster.

He shot with all his strength, and even Kendo Xuanzhang was motivated, but he was still blocked by Master Lingquan. Kendo Xuanzang only penetrated the gods in the palm of Master Ling Quan, and did not seriously damage Master Ling Quan.

This defense is terrible.

"You have to die."

The spirit of the evil spirit in Master Shaoquan's body is like dozens of large rivers surging, making a roar, and the light from the gods on the skin surface becomes more dazzling.

His other hand, clenched into a fist, punched towards the belly of Jiuyou Sword Master.

"Well."

Jiuyou Swordmaster's brows flew out of Jiuhan Sword.

Nine swords, showing nine different colors, connected into a nine-colored stegosaurus, collided with the fist of Master Lingquan.

"Boom." The next moment, Jiuyou Swordmaster was knocked back.

The Jiujian Sword also flew out, inserted in the sea, and distributed in nine directions around the Jiuyou Sword Saint. There was still a strong sword swell from the Jiujian, representing the endless Jiyi Sword Saint's sword. .

There was a trace of holy blood on the corner of Jiuyou Jiansheng's mouth, apparently suffering a minor injury.

Both of them are half-step holy king's cultivation realm. However, the young master of the whole spirit has the highest perfect constitution. In this respect, Jiuyou Sword Master is far from being comparable to him.

What's more, the body of Master Shaoquan and the blessing of the **** pattern make the gap between them even greater. Even if Jiuyou Sword Master practiced Jianba to great consummation, it could not bridge the gap.

Master Shaoquan Ling raised his right hand and looked at the two-inch-long blood scar on the palm of his hand, only feeling that a severe pain came from the wound.

Just now, the sword of Jiuyou Sword Saint not only destroyed the **** pattern on the palm of Master Shaoquan, but also left a sword in his body, making the wound on the palm difficult to heal.

That sword cricket has a tendency to spread to the wrists and arms.

"Really **** it." Master Lingquan cursed.

Jiuyou Jiansheng wiped off the blood on the corners of his mouth, and still had a smile on his face: "Well, it's quite powerful."

Master Shaoquan Ling took out a bronze glove and put it on the palm of his hand, looking at Jiuyou Swordmaster and Zhang Ruochen, and said, "Your strength is pretty good, let's go together!"

"Why don't Zhang Ruochen take the shot, the old man alone can take you down." Nine You Sword Holy Road.

Master Lingquan was a bit disdainful, and Shen said, "You can't help it. Your kendo accomplishment is really powerful, but I was just injured in the six-kill boxing by Ben Shaojun's move, right? I won't be hurt again? You will be beaten into meat by Ben Shaojun. "

However, Zhang Ruochen saw that Jiuyou Swordmaster was not really so overwhelmed, but wanted to continue to oppress himself and find an opportunity to break through the realm of the Saint King by fighting against the enemy of Lingquan Shaojun.

At the beginning, Jiuyou Swordmaster accepted Xuanyu Swordmaster's engagement, and it was with this purpose in mind.

It was a pity that the battle was defeated due to the blood poisoning of Pluto King of Xuan Yuan Sword Master, and the full force was not erupted. The battle had ended as soon as it started. That impact on the realm of the Holy King, Jiuyou Sword Master ended in failure.

Jiuyou Sword Master naturally knows that the gap between him and Master Lingquan is not small, and he will continue to fight. The final result is likely to be killed and turned into a puddle of blood as Master Lingquan said.

But Jiuyou Swordmaster has no choice but to fight to death.

Unable to break into the realm of the Holy King, he is still dead.

Rather than waiting for old death, let's fight fiercely before dying.

Seeing the intention of Jiuyou Sword Master, Zhang Ruochen didn't step in, but quickly retreated, ready to join forces with the magic sound, and quickly decided to win the merit book wall.

"go."

In the distance, the three men of Dongliu Sword, Blood Spirit Wind, and Limu glanced at the battlefields of Master Lingquan and Jiuyou Sword Master, and then joined forces to procure a shuttle-shaped mandrel.

The three flew to Jin Yunshuo at the same time, and escaped at a speed of a hundred times the speed of sound.

The three of them fled, of course because they were too injured and had to escape.

However, there is another bigger reason. At that time, because they saw that continuing to fight with eight first-class marquises was undoubtedly helping Zhang Ruochen to capture the wall of merit books.

This kind of wedding dress for others, they are all smart people, naturally they will not do it.

The wall of merit books fell into the hands of Master Shaoquan, but it was better than falling into the hands of Zhang Ruochen.

"The three guys ..."

Zhang Ruochen was helpless, but his eyes became sharper.

After Dongli Jianzun, Blood Spirit Wind, and Limu fled, no one continued to restrain the eight first-class marquises. They just formed an encirclement and rushed towards the wall of merit books.

"Zhang Ruochen, all your companions have fled. Are you still fled?"

Xie Baihou gave a loud laugh, and in a moment, he had already rushed into Zhang Ruochen's hundred feet. The other seven first-class marquises, obviously, also regarded Zhang Ruochen as the number one enemy, all of them turned around to him.

Zhang Ruochen was naturally happy to see such a situation. As long as all eight first-class marquises could be left, the magic sound should soon take away the merit book wall.

"Just a few of you can force me to escape?"

Zhang Ruochen stood in place, stepping on a piece of sycamore tree, and the whole person was motionless, still as ancient pine.

Qian Yuhou is a Raksha girl practicing martial arts. She is wearing a white feather coat and has a piece of feathers like sword blades. It flows under her feet and turns into a torrent of feathers.

The sound of feathers flying is like the sound of a sword.

Chiba Hou said: "The three top masters of Dongli Jianzun, Blood Spirit and Chestnut are not our opponents. You alone, in our hands, can last for half a quarter of an hour?"

"Three breathing times, beat him down." Xueyu Hou said.

The first rank marquis of the Eighth National Congress simultaneously operated the holy spirit, some of them performed holy arts, and some of them activated the holy instruments.

However, Zhang Ruochen took a step ahead of them, and the first target of the attack was the most powerful evil hundred of the first-class marquises of the Eighth National Congress.

"So fast."

The evil Baihou only felt a flash of the figure in front of him. Zhang Ruochen was already standing within his five feet, and the black epee in his hand was chopped down with the sound of wind and thunder.

Xie Baihou had to hold up the shield cast by the Great Sacred Bone to resist the ancient sword of Shen Yuan.

"Well."? Xie Baihou felt as if an iron mountain had hit the shield, the fingers of both hands seemed to be broken, the body was out of control, and flew backward.

After cutting the sword, Zhang Ruochen's eyes lighted and he glanced behind him.

I saw that Xueyuhou had chased within twenty feet behind him in order to rescue the evil Baihou.

"That's the distance."

The time marks around Zhang Ruochen's body all trembled, like light spots, converging to him.

"Zi Jian."

This is the third method of time swordsmanship, one of the twelve-hour swordsmanship.

At this moment, time stops.

Zhang Ruochen attacked with a sword. Before Xueyuhou hadn't responded, his body had been penetrated by Shen Yuan's ancient sword. At the same time, a large amount of net extinction fire poured out from the palm of Zhang Ruochen's palm, rushing into the body of Blood Rain Hou along the sword.

"Ah ... is this the sword of time ..."

Xueyuhou's face became distorted and roared.

Zhang Ruochen did not answer him, what is there to say with a dead person?

"Well."

A large amount of sword air flew out of Shen Yuan's ancient sword, tearing the body of Blood Rain Hou.

After a while, those remnants were burned to ashes by the Purifying Fire.

The vitality of the first-class marquis is indeed very strong, but when it comes to the net extinction fire, no matter how powerful the vitality is, it is also a dead end.

The remaining seven first-class marquises all took a sip of cool air, apparently being calmed down by the sword of time.

As the first marquis, the end of Xueyuhou may not be their next end. Time swordsmanship and net destruction of God Fire are too terrible.

Zhang Ruochen stood in the center of the First Marquis of the Seventh National Congress and said indifferently, "Who wants to die under my sword next?"

The eyes of Xie Baihou were dignified and calm, saying: "Don't be afraid, even if it is time swordsmanship, it will take time to show it. The net destruction of the fire is not completely irresistible. Previously, Cheng Xuanhou was not there. Keeping his life alive in the annihilation of the fire? Seven of our first-class marquises can kill him even if they make a move. "

Zhang Ruochen took out the Buddha emperor's relics, inspired the relics of the relics, beat them out, and attacked the evil hundred.

The evil hundred emperor's hands were pressed against the big holy bone shield, inspiring a little holy power in the shield, and then a phantom of a big holy rushed out of the shield.

"Boom."

The relics shattered the big holy shadow, collided with the big holy bone shield, and bombarded the evil hundred hous. This time, Xie Baihou's mouth spewed blood, and his arms were cracked with blood lines.

The other six first-class marquises attacked Zhang Ruochen with their holy art and holy implements.

Zhang Ruochen was very decisive. He ignored the six first-class marquises, turned them into a sword, cast sword seven, and attacked the evil hundred princes again.

"嘭 ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ After this collision, the sacred bone shield in the hand of Xie Baihou flew off his hands and his arms were almost abolished.

Xie Baihou was so frightened that he could n’t take care of anything else. He exhibited a means of escape and broke out twice as fast as usual. He fled towards the distance. He just wanted to be as far away as possible from Zhang Ruochen.

"Noon sword."

Xie Baihou has not escaped to twenty feet, time stops again.

"Well."

A sword light penetrated from the back of the evil hundred hous, leaving a huge blood cave like a washbasin. At the edge of the blood cave, a trace of pure extinction fire spread out, spreading outward, and crucifying the body of the evil hundred princes.

The evil one hundred bears endured great pain and roared, "Zhang Ruochen, Ben Hou will end up with you ..."

"Well."

Just as Xie Baihou was about to explode the holy source, Zhang Ruochen again attacked with a sword of time, first pierced his sea of ​​energy, hit his holy source, and flew out of his body.

Another first-class marquis fell.