Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned, only to feel that the heart stopped beating, completely unacceptable to the immediate results.

Earlier, the monks who shook the flag for Bei Gonglan were like petrochemicals, opened their mouths, widened their eyes, and looked terrified.

Kita Miyako, was ... defeated ...

In Zhongyu, Bei Gonglan, Ouyang Yan, and Long Live Chi are all the same characters. The Qing Jian sword in charge, I do not know how many people have defeated the world.

However, such a strange woman who was cultivated as a powerful woman could not stop the punch of the three princes of the undead blood tribe.

"This must not be true. How could Sister Bei Gong fail?"

All the saints in the Sanctuary of Midwest were unacceptable. How could the myth in the heart be defeated by the three princes of the undead blood tribe?

In the city of Shentai, I don't know how many semi-patriarchs are sighing.

Now that Bei Gonglan has been defeated, it means that there is no one who can stop the three princes of the undead blood tribe and Galagou from entering the realm.

The two of them have become a realm, and it must be a disaster for the Kunlun realm.

"I am a sinner."

The ten fingers of the talented lady clasped the armrest of the seat tightly, feeling unprecedented depression.

Even if her cultivation reaches such a height, when she is sanctified, sometimes she still has to do something she cannot do.

In fact, she had long expected that the three princes of the undead tribe and Garogu must have been prepared. However, they did not expect that they would carry Wanfo and Baisheng Bloodplate, two such powerful treasures, which really caught all young talents by surprise.

The reason why the three princes of the undead blood tribe were able to defeat Bei Gonglan was precisely because he was wearing a hundred blood armor.

The Holy Blood Armor is a piece of armor made from the blood of a hundred saints, adding the Holy Bone, Holy Source, Holy Stone, and Holy Jade, using the secret methods unique to the undead blood.

The armor contains not only the tremendous power of one hundred saints, but also the knowledge and will of one hundred saints.

Even armor is spiritual.

As long as the holy gas is used to stimulate the blood armor, like the saints, they can practice martial arts moves and tell the rules of the mystery of the mystery.

Possessing this armor is like getting a hundred saint-level teachers to inculcate you with the knowledge of the Cause and martial arts anytime, anywhere.

If the power of the hundred holy blood armors can be fully aroused, it would be like having the power of a hundred saints to bless them. A punch is the power of a hundred sages. It really kills God when it meets God and kills Buddha when it meets Buddha.

Of course, based on the current practice of the three princes of the undead blood tribe, they are only able to produce some fur of the hundred sacred blood armors, which is ten thousand miles away from the "power of the hundred sages."

Bei Gonglan couldn't stop the punch of the three princes of the undead blood tribe, not because her strength was not as good as the other side, but because the hundred holy blood armor was too bad.

The Holy Blood Armor is not so easy to make, and there are not a few sets of the entire undead blood race. After attending the Jiezi Banquet, the three princes of the undead blood tribe must still take off the hundred holy blood armors and return them to the tribe.

"No wonder the old monster of the undead blood tribe, even when facing the Saints in Taichung alone, seems to be light-hearted, because of the hundred holy blood armor."

The eyes of the sacred book girl lifted up slightly, looked towards the sky above, stared at the white old man of the undead blood, and saw the other person's face with a proud smile, as if laughing at her stupidity.

It is hard to imagine how terrible the destructive power would be if this old monster who had lived for 800 years wore the hundred sacred blood armor?

Obviously, the Jiezi Banquet tonight has failed.

Now that the foregone conclusion has been reached, the gifted sage also feels helpless. When the Jiezi Banquet is over, she doesn't need to continue to participate in the Onsword Symposium, and she will return directly to Zhongyu and go to the empress in person to plead guilty.

Bei Gonglan fell next to the seat of the first king, and was close to Huang Yanchen.

Seeing that she was very hurt, Huang Yanchen immediately stood up, walked to her side, lifted her waist, took out a healing elixir, and gave her.

Gradually, Bei Gonglan's face recovered some blood, and temporarily passed the dangerous period.

She glanced at Huang Yanchen with a bitter smile, and said, "Thank ... Thank ..."

"We are all saints in the sanctuary, no need to say thanks." Huang Yanchen said.

At this moment, a huge shadow came from below, covering Huang Yanchen and Bei Gonglan, and a strong **** smell also came along.

Huang Yanchen raised his head and looked forward, and saw that the three princes of the undead blood were all wrapped in a blood-red armor, standing in a cloud of blood mist, looking extremely shy.

The position of the armor's eyes exuded extremely bright light, like two blood lamps inlaid on the armor piece.

The three princes of the undead tribe sneered: "What? The first king wants to fight me?"

The blood flowing from the blood armor, like blood rivers, suppressed Huang Yanchen's body, making her unable to move.

Huang Yanchen's self-cultivation is, of course, very clear. Not to mention that the three princes of the undead blood tribe put on the hundred sacred blood armor, even if he did not wear the blood armor, it is far from her competition.

Therefore, Huang Yanchen just came out to save people and did not think about challenging the three princes of the undead blood tribe.

The three princes of the undead blood tribe wearing the hundred sacred blood armor, became abnormally bloodthirsty and grinned cruelly: "Whether or not you plan to fight this prince, since you stand up, you will be punished."

The blood of the three princes of the undead blood raced his body, and he punched forward with a single palm, and the unclambed palms poured out continuously, hitting Huang Yanchen's chest.

Based on Huang Yanchen's cultivation, how could it not stop the three princes of the undead blood tribe?

Many monks sighed secretly, feeling that Huang Yanchen was too nosy. Since he was already sitting in the position of the first king, he should stay there honestly.

How dare you save someone who was wounded by the three undead princes?

In the subtle way, many arrogant people on Shushan are already quite afraid of the three undead blood princes and Galagou. In front of them, they can only remain silent and dare not do anything against them.

In the city of Shentai, many semi-patriarchs were frowning and felt rather bad.

If so, let this fear spread out, making everyone feel that the undead and the dead Zen are invincible. In the future, the undead blood race and the dead Zen religion really appear in the Kunlun world on a large scale. I am afraid that there is no need to fight at all. There are countless monks who surrender directly because of fear.

At this time, someone must stand up and defeat the three princes of the undead blood tribe and Galagou in order to break this fear.

Can Xue Wuye do it?

Can Long live Chi?

Can Ouyang Yan do it?

All the characters of the older generation are shaking their heads. After all, the defeat of Bei Gonglan is still vivid, so that all people's hopes are shattered.

I can't see the palm print of the three princes of the dead blood tribe, and they are about to hit Huang Yanchen and Bei Gonglan. Many people closed their eyes. Everyone knows that although the three princes of the undead blood family dare not intentionally kill, they can abolish the cultivation of two heavenly pride girls.

"Boom!"

A loud noise came from the top of Shushan.

All the monks were shocked and set their sights on the top of the mountain, wondering what had happened?

How could there be such an overbearing collision of energy?

I saw, on Shushan, a blood gas and a sword energy violently hit together, forming a half arc of two hedges, a huge force, constantly rushing out to the left and right directions.

"Oh!"

There was another loud noise, the blood and sword gas separated quickly.

His flesh flew out, condensed into the shape of the three princes of the undead blood tribe, fell below the forty-step steps, and there was a surprising snoring sound in his mouth. It was apparently unexpected that someone could fight him back.

Jianqi, like the tide, receded.

The dense shadow of the sword gradually dispersed, revealing the figure of Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen was standing on the top of Shu Shan. The robe on her body fluttered softly. One hand was holding the Void Sword, and the other hand was behind her. She seemed to be indifferent, saying, "She even stood Come out and stand in front of you, you can't punish her. Do you believe it? "

Huang Yanchen's forehead was full of sweat beads, exhaling a long breath.

Later, her eyes looked at Zhang Ruochen, revealing a grateful and very moved look, saying: "You have been seriously injured, why do you still like to be strong?"

Although Zhang Ruochen's face was quite pale, he shook his head with a smile, and said the two words indifferently, "Anyway."

But Bei Gonglan glanced deeply at Zhang Ruochen, and no one knew better than her how powerful the three princes of the undead blood tribe who put on the hundred sacred blood armors.

However, it was unbelievable that the seriously injured man in front of him could fight him back.

I didn't see it before, he was so powerful.

"You step back and give it to me next."

Zhang Ruochen looked calm and quiet, and said very calmly.

Huang Yanchen and Bei Gonglan retreated, and returned to the first throne and the second throne respectively.

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Who would have thought that the three princes of the immortal undead tribe might also be repelled?

"Lin Yue's strength is so strong?"

The three heirs of Dongyu Shengwangfu completely became sluggish.

Just now, all of them thought that Huang Yanchen would be abolished by the three princes of the undead blood tribe, and they were still secretly happy, and finally lost one competitor.

Suddenly, the situation that was originally one-sided turned around.

The disciples of Liang Yizong were ecstatic.

"At the critical moment, Brother Lin Yue still had to rely on him to repel the powerful enemy."

"Brother Lin Yue, the world is invincible. One person with one sword is enough to sweep everything."

Liang Yizong ’s little sisters worshipped Brother Lin Yue to the utmost degree, and regarded him as the love of their dreams. Pairs of beautiful star eyes, all exuded a bright light.