? Of course, there are some people who are quite worried. After all, Lin Yue has been seriously injured. Even if the undead three-princes were repelled just now, I am afraid it will make the injury even worse.

Can he continue fighting?

The armor on the face of the three princes of the undead blood tribe turned into strands of blood, spreading to the left and right, a pair of red pupils, stared at Zhang Ruochen, and snorted, "I really did not expect that I have been seriously injured, but I can still play Such a powerful blow. "

怎么 "What? Are you scared?" Zhang Ruochen said.

"Haha!"

The three princes of the undead blood tribe laughed, and then the voice was sharp: "I just used 30% of the blow just now. Even if it is blocked by you, it is nothing great."

Zhang Ruochen could see that the blood armor on the three princes of the undead blood tribe was very extraordinary, so he took another look.

"That is……"

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed and he recognized the hundred sacred blood armors.

At the time, Shengming's central empire defeated the undead blood tribe, and seized a lot of spoils, including one hundred holy blood armor. Therefore, Zhang Ruochen has seen the Holy Blood Armor with his own eyes, and he is quite aware of its powerful power.

The spoils seized by the undead blood were sealed to the treasury. The Emperor Ming ordered that no one be allowed to use the undead blood soldiers, so as not to be affected by the blood on the soldiers and become a bloodthirsty monster.

"It turned out to be the Holy Blood Armor, no wonder your power is so strong."

Zhang Ruochen shook his head and smiled. Even if he recognized the hundred sacred blood armors, he seemed indifferent. He said, "However, blindly using foreign objects is just a matter of eliminating the end, and it is not good for spiritual practice. Whether it is martial arts cultivation or holy Tao cultivation, its essence, ultimately cultivates itself. "

The three princes of the undead blood tribe obviously disagreed with Zhang Ruochen's point of view, showing a sarcastic look, and laughing: "Is it? I rely on foreign objects, how can you help me? At least tonight, I am already invincible, must be It's about becoming a realm. "

"Do you really think that no one can break the blood armor of Baisheng? Don't sit and watch the sky, okay?" Zhang Ruochen said.

The three princes of the undead blood tribe snorted coldly, and did not put Zhang Ruochen in their eyes, and said, "Only you?"

"It's enough for me."

Zhang Ruochen's eyes gradually became sharp, and he slowly raised the Nether Sword, raised it above his head, clenched the sword handle with his hands, and closed his eyes.

At the same time, Zhang Ruochen's heart of the sword's eyebrows, quickly rotated, exuding a dazzling silver brilliance, penetrated the sea of ​​gas, emerged from the heart of the eyebrows, and merged with the void sword.

A white sword gas turned into a beam of light, rushing out from the blade of the void sword, straight into the sky, and banged into the clouds.

With the sword light beam as the center, a huge vortex was formed, causing the blood cloud above the sky to begin to rotate rapidly.

At this moment, the entire Shushan, even a hundred miles away, all the monks' swords were trembling violently, flying out of Shushan's direction without their control.

"My ... sword ..."

"How can this be ... how can the sword fly away ..."

Uh ...

Uh ...

Except for the characters of the semi-holy level, they can suppress the sabre with their strong practice, and all the other monks' swords flew out.

"唰 唰!"

There are tens of thousands of swords on the soles of the feet, appearing above Zhang Ruochen's head, quickly spinning around the beam of light of the sword air, and the sound of the wind breaking the sword air is constantly echoing between heaven and earth.

"He has a problem with his sword."

The eyes of the three princes of the undead blood tribe, staring closely at the void sword in Zhang Ruochen's hands, and feeling an extremely dangerous breath, finally, his face became very dignified.

"Hundreds of Contentions."

The legs of the three princes of the undead blood tribe are separated, their fingers are squeezed tightly, and they are turned into double fists, which constantly injects the holy spirit in the body into the hundred holy blood armor.

The next moment, one hundred blood-red sacred shadows emerged from the hundred sacred blood armors, showing behind him, both human saints and orc saints, showing various forms.

圣 Each sacred shadow emits various sacred sounds, and the breath that erupts is very amazing, as if one hundred true saints are standing behind the three princes of the undead blood tribe.

The breath of him and the shadow is completely integrated.

Just this breath can scare the monk in Yulong Realm to tremble with fear, and kneel down to worship.

The three princes of the undead blood tribe rushed out and punched out. Then, a hundred holy shadows shuttled with their fists, and a hurricane-like whistling sounded.

"Wow!"

Void sword issued a sound of sword, flying out of Zhang Ruochen's hand.

Zhang Ruochen's fingers formed a sword tactic, and he controlled the Void Sword and pointed forward.

Suddenly, the Nether Sword dragged a long sword, like a white leather training. At the same time, tens of thousands of swords also flew out together, completely covering the void sword.

"嘭 嘭."

The sword, and one hundred **** shadows, collided fiercely.

Eventually, the Nether Sword and tens of thousands of handle swords penetrated the past and hit the three princes of the undead blood tribe.

The three princes of the undead blood tribe yelled, spit a mouthful of blood, and drowned it on the top of the hundred sacred blood armors, which made the hundred sacred blood armors emit a more dazzling light.

Hold his arms, overlap, and move forward.

Zhang Ruochen also bit his teeth tightly, blood was continuously flowing from his mouth, and the holy spirit in his body was constantly flowing, stabbing his fingers forward.

The battle swords one after another, hit the three princes of the undead blood tribe.

After thousands of collisions, 终于 finally broke through the defense of Baisheng Bloodplate, tearing a rift.

With a bang, "Void Sword" penetrated the arms of the three princes of the undead blood tribe, and a sword pierced the armor and into his chest. Blood rushed out and stained the stairs of Shushan completely red.

The three princes of the undead blood tribe flew out, fell on the stairs halfway up the mountain, rolled down, and fell all the way to the foot of the mountain.

"Close."

Zhang Ruochen retracted the void sword, covering his chest with one hand, and pinching the handle of the sword with one hand, supporting the shaky body. In the end, he still didn't fall, and his spine was still straight, looking down.

Under the mountain of Shushu, all the monks saw Lin Yueying's posture, and all felt their hearts were shaken.

Too strong!

For the sword just now, Zhang Ruochen left an immortal image to everyone present, as if he was a young swordsman, representing undefeated.

"Haha! Yes, yes, it is indeed our two yizong geniuses, and finally we have the power of liang yizong. Even the undead are unbeatable."

A saint of the two Liang Yizongs laughed loudly.

His voice, very loud, spread throughout the entire city of Shentai, and passed into the ears of the older figures of major forces, with a sense of display.

An elder who worshipped the Moon Demon sneered, "Lin Yue's strength is indeed strong, but the husband does not seem to have much to do with Liang Yizong. The really powerful person is the Emperor Qian bone."

The sound of was also spread throughout Shentai City without any suppression.

"Yes, Lin Yue is the heir to the Thousand Bone Emperor. Holding the Void Sword and defeating the jumping beam clown of the undead blood tribe is a matter of course." The sound of the Xuanyi saint in the Four Elephant Sect is powerful, and turned into a sound wave. Out.

The reason why Sacred Master Xuan Yi published the identity of "Lin Yue is the heir to the Emperor of the Bone" is also his purpose.

According to the current situation, as long as Liang Yizong has Lin Yue, Sixiang Zong, Bagua Zong, and Taiji Dao, what are they doing at the Sword Contest?

Isn't it shameful?

As long as Lin Yue is the heir to the thousand-bone female emperor, and everyone knows it well, then Xuanyi Sheng can be sure that Lin Yue cannot participate in the sword discussion meeting.

Even if she participated, Lin Yue could not fight for the ownership of Jiange on behalf of Liang Yizong.

The words of Wu Xuanyi Holy One are like a stone that stirs up a thousand layers of waves, causing the entire Liangyi Sect to completely explode.

"Brother Lin Yue is the heir to the Thousand-Bone Goddess? Am I right?"

原来 "It turns out that Brother Lin Yue has a sword in the void, no wonder you can order Wanjian to break the hundred blood armors of the undead."

"Only the Void Sword can break the blood armor of the Holy Saint."

"It's no wonder that Brother Lin Yue's cultivation has made great progress in the past year. It turned out to be inherited by the Emperor Qian bone."

Uh ...

At this moment, some young monks actually knelt on the ground and bowed their heads to worship in the direction of Shu Shan.

There is no way. The reputation of the Emperor Bone Bone is too great. It is a myth-like existence. To see her successor, everyone is too excited.

Above the clouds, the white-haired old man of the undead blood snorted, quite angry: "Waste."

Even him, he didn't expect that the three princes would still be defeated when they put on the hundred sacred blood armor?

The old man with white hair stretched out a big hand, grabbed the three princes who were lying in the pool of blood, and took them above the clouds. He did not immediately check the injuries of the three princes. Instead, he first checked the damage level of the Baisheng blood armor.

The defensive power of Baisheng blood armor depends on the user's practice.

是 If a half-sacred man wears a hundred-sacred blood armor, his defense will rise to another height. Even if he was just standing in place, Zhang Ruochen could not penetrate the blood armor with the Void Sword.

越高 The higher the user's cultivation, the stronger the defense of the 100 Saint Blood Armor.

Now, the Holy Blood Armor was penetrated by the Void Sword and suffered extreme damage. At least one Holy Blood must be used, and it will take another ten years to repair it before the Blood Armor can be fully restored.

The gray-haired old man's face became very stubborn, and Shen said, "Galago, I've abolished him."

Ga Luo Gu was wearing Wanbao 袈裟, standing on the top of Shu Shan, folded his hands, bowing to the old man with white hair.

Then he looked at Zhang Ruochen with a pair of golden Buddha eyes and said, "Lin Yue, please enlighten me."

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若 Zhang Ruochen seemed quite calm, and smiled lightly: "Today, I'm tired and don't want to fight again. Why don't I introduce you to an opponent?"

Immediately, Zhang Ruochen's finger pointed down the mountain.

Jigaluogu followed Zhang Ruochen's fingers and looked down, and he could not help but brow.

I saw, on the stairs below, a monk of commoner with a height of two meters and seven meters, like a giant, carrying a two-meter-long wide sword, a fierce look, walking towards the top of the mountain.

Compared with Galogu, Monk of Commoner is not like a monk, but more like a butcher. His face is full of flesh, and his eyes are fierce. He said: "The renegade of the dead Zen dared to appear in the Kunlun realm. This is really why. "

I heard this familiar voice, Huang Yanchen frowned slightly and looked down the mountain.

她 When she saw the commoner monk, she suddenly looked stunned: "It really is a monk on the ground."

But Huang Yanchen knew that when the monk on the site was in the battlefield battlefield, he always chased after Zhang Ruochen, just like nougat, he couldn't shake it off.

I am even more speechless. The monk at the site is still a crow's mouth, which means that whoever dies will die. Many people can't wait to seal his mouth.

"Galago, the poor monk sees that your seal is dark and the mouth is blue. Today, I am afraid there is a **** disaster." Under the mountain, the monk's high voice spread to all directions.