"Stopped it?"

"The Queen's power can't even destroy him?"

The entire black market, I do not know how many evil monks gathered, belonging to the major denominations. At this moment, they were all amazed. Even some monks were shaking, not knowing whether it was because of fear or excitement.

It is hard to imagine how strong Zhang Ruochen's power can be to block the seal of the kingdom with the power of the Empress.

Kong Hongzhang and General Guigu Sheng did not flee. They were still on the black market, hiding in a stronghold in Mingtang, and opened up their defense.

Standing inside the mask of the formation, Kong Hongxi took a cold breath and said coldly: "Ouyang Qi actually has such a powerful killing trick. Once he has made his mark, I am afraid that the first one in the" Semi-Holy List " , May not be able to stop it. "

As the master of Mingtang, Kong Hongxi also had a killing trick, but compared with Jieziyin, it was worse.

What's even more horrible is that Zhang Ruochen actually has the treasures of the Buddha's gate, which can push Xiu to the holy general, which also presses Kong Hongyao's head.

If this goes on, wouldn't the position of the first master in the holy realm of the human race soon be maintained?

Kong Hongxun secretly resolved to return to Mingtang. He must ask the owner to bring him to meet the grandmother. Only the grandmother can bring out treasures comparable to the seals of the realm and help him fight against the nine realms.

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The black market city divided into two halves, two large floor tiles, reconnected into a whole.

Under Zhang Ruochen's feet, black inscriptions emerged, like a net, covering every street in the black market, and at the same time connected to the ground.

Some people opened the basement of the black market to prevent sacred battles, causing irreparable losses to the black market.

The imperial power emanating from Jie Ziyin and the light from Zhang Ruochen collided with each other to form a delicate balance.

Even if it is half-holy, when it is close to ten feet, it will be knocked out by an invisible force.

"Only the Lord Son and the Holy One have the ability to fight Zhang Ruochen. We are close to the past and there is no difference between sending death."

When the monk saw the fall of Zhang Ruochen, he felt horrified and stepped back immediately. He just wanted to retreat as far as possible.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen was not at all relaxed, as if he had been suppressed by 100,000 mountains. Only by doing his best could he support the world seal.

Even if only a little discouraged, in an instant, he and Shi Meiren will be turned into powder, there is no place to die.

Jieziyin exudes a mysterious force, suppressing the space, making the surrounding space extremely stable, like freezing.

Originally, in Zhang Ruochen's eyes, space was just a piece of paper that could be torn and penetrated.

At present, the space has become a layer of iron sheet, making Zhang Ruochen unable to exert the force of space movement and space cracks at all, which seems quite passive.

Earlier Ouyang Yan threatened to kill Zhang Ruochen with a single move, apparently preparing to use the world seal.

Both Ouyang Yan and Zhang Ruochen were injured and both insisted on seeing who couldn't support first.

Of course, Ouyang was more injured and continued to stand still. It didn't take long, and he would fall within half an hour.

Controlling the world's seals is by no means an easy task, and Ouyang Yan's injuries continue to increase.

"Master, don't do anything now, when do you want to wait?" Ouyang Yan gritted his teeth and stared at the Master of Pearly Pavilion.

"His Royal Highness, this saint helps you."

The owner of Zhuguang Pavilion recovered from the previous shock, flew to the ground, and appeared at the edge of Jie Ziyin.

His hands, ten metal-like fingers, ten magical silk threads poured out, and flew towards Zhang Ruochen, who was suppressed under the seal of the kingdom.

Ten magical silk threads, condensed by the rules of the Cause, represent the results of hundreds of years of practice of the Lord of the Pearly Pavilion, let alone the monk's body, even the holy artifacts can be cut.

Ten magical silk threads quickly shuttled and completely wrapped Zhang Ruochen.

It can be imagined that as long as Zhuguanggege takes the initiative, Zhang Ruochen will become a pile of minced meat.

"Ben Sheng has already said that opposing the devil will be a dead end." The owner of Zhuguang Pavilion gave a deep smile.

Not far from Zhang Ruochen, Shi Meiren fell to the ground, tears flowed in her eyes, but shook her head helplessly.

At this moment, she didn't look like a swordsman at all, and was no different from a weak ordinary woman, but she felt that she could not help Zhang Ruochen at all, and she felt very useless.

The eyes of the owner of Zhuguang Pavilion, staring at Shi Meiren, revealed a meaningful smile: "No one can imagine that the Lord of the Palace of the Virgin is also a useless woman. Lord Gong, farewell! "

The master of the Zhuguang Pavilion bowed his fingers, and the ten magical silk threads made a gurgling sound, quickly contracted, and wrapped around Zhang Ruochen's eyes, neck, waist, and legs, respectively.

Thousands of golden Buddhist texts appeared on the surface of Zhang Ruochen's skin, unexpectedly by the owner of Zhuguang Pavilion. They blocked the magical silk thread.

"How is that possible? How could defense be so powerful?"

The owner of the Zhuguang Pavilion was very angry, his figure was short, turned into a residual image, and rushed to the bottom of the circle.

With his hands, he formed a martial arts-level boxing mark and struck Zhang Ruochen's chest.

In his opinion, Zhang Ruochen was going all out to support the world's seal at the moment, and had no ability to fight back.

Use the mark of the Holy Art to make a punch. Even if Zhang Ruochen's defense strength is strong, I am afraid that he will lose half his life.

The black fist print is getting closer and closer to Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen glanced at the owner of Zhuguangge Pavilion, and quickly calculated in his heart, "This fist cannot be avoided at all."

After bearing this fist, and then being suppressed by Jie Ziyin, then Zhang Ruochen will surely die.

Of course, Zhang Ruochen would never sit still, take a deep breath, and on the surface of the body, the meridians rose up.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Ruochen's mouth made a long howling, and the sound waves came out in circles, shaking the tremors of the world.

The holy spirit of the whole body is like a rushing river, and it makes a rumbling sound.

"Well."

Zhang Ruochen shot nine palms in a row, each palm can play a dragon shadow, one palm is stronger than one palm.

The last palm fell, and Jie Ziyin, the size of a small city, was actually taken off by him.

In the distance, Ouyang Yan's mouth spit out a mist of blood.

His face was pale, backwards, and his steps were a little emaciated and seemed to be shaky.

At the same time, the sacred fist prints made by the master of the Zhuguangge Pavilion hit Zhang Ruochen with a slap, flying Zhang Ruochen out.

Zhang Ruochen was well prepared to condense the whole body of buddha on his chest, and resolved the great power.

"Well."

The crackling sound continued to sound.

Zhang Ruochen smashed through the buildings and flew for dozens of miles, and finally hit the walls of the black market, inlaid into them, making the walls that were dozens of feet high tremble slightly.

The owner of Zhuguang Pavilion reclaimed the magical energy continuously, gathered the palms of his right hand, stared at the stone beauty lying on the ground, and said, "Zhang Ruochen should have been abolished, and the next is It is your turn."

"How dare you hit me?"

Shi Meiren's eyes stared at the owner of the Zhuguang Pavilion, and she recovered some glory.

The owner of Zhuguang Pavilion was shocked, thinking that Shimei had recovered.

You must know that the true identity of Shi Meiren is one of the nine main palace masters of the demon religion, the peerless swordsman.

If in the past, the owner of the Zhuguang Pavilion went to the altar and saw her, he must pay respectful and respectful, how dare he give birth to an offensive heart?

However, the owner of Zhuguang Pavilion carefully gazed, but found that Shi Meiren's body did not have the spirit and spirit that the sword master should have.

Just now, she probably said that sentence just because she was unwilling.

"Well. What about you, do you think you're the maiden Ling Feiyu?"

There was a cold look in the eyes of the owner of the Zhuguang Pavilion, with suffocation, and an indescribable excitement.

Being able to kill a swordsman in person is an exciting thing.

The owner of Zhuguangge raised his dark arm and pressed it down with one palm, striking Ling Feiyu's head.

However, there was a sword light that flew out one step ahead.

There was a bang, the black ancient sword penetrated the realm of the Holy Soul of the Lord of the Pearly Pavilion, the tip of the sword pierced into the chest, and went in inch by inch.

The impact carried by the sword flew out with the owner of the Pearly Pavilion.

The bright red sacred blood continued to flow from the chest of the owner of Zhuguang Pavilion, and spilled on the ground.

"Zhang Ruochen ... You can show your sword tricks ..."

The hands of the owner of the Zhuguang Pavilion together, blocking the ancient sword of Shen Yuan, wanted to crack Zhang Ruochen's sword.

"boom."

Zhang Ruochen wore long hair, flickered with golden light, flew down from the sky, struck a big handprint, and slapped it on the head of the owner of the Pearl Pavilion.

The head of the owner of Zhuguang Pavilion fell directly into his neck and lay on the ground.

The Holy One has a strong vitality and is not so easy to kill.

Immediately after, Zhang Ruochen made dozens of palms in a row. The palm print, like raindrops, continuously fell on the owner of the Zhuguang Pavilion.

It wasn't until the master of the Zhuguang Pavilion became a ball of **** mud that Zhang Ruochen closed his hands. Both hands were holy blood, especially bright red.

The entire black market was silent.

In the darkness, I don't know how many people showed horrified eyes.

"Zhang Ruochen, do you dare to kill the Holy One who worships Luna?"

Ouyang Yan's eyes were cold, he was really angry, and he controlled the world's seals, and wanted to suppress Zhang Ruochen again.

However, Jie Ziyin has not yet fallen, Zhang Ruochen moved the exhibition space and disappeared from the place.

At the same time, Zhang Ruochen appeared on Ou Yangzheng's right side, chopped out a sword, and chopped his legs.

Jianguang flashed.

Shen Yuan's ancient sword dragged a sword arc, drew from Ou Yangyu's knee position, and appeared behind him.

Because Zhang Ruochen's sword speed was too fast. Until the sword was retracted, Ouyang's body and legs were still connected.

"Well."

Zhang Ruochen slaps out with a single hand ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ and hits Ouyang Yan's chest.

Ouyang Yan's chest completely collapsed, her back bulging, her sacredness spread out, and she flew backwards, drawing a blood-red arc, and falling to the ground.

On the ground, only two **** calves were left, still in a standing position.

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(Notice in advance, I will go back to my hometown tomorrow, the update is very late.

At the same time, I also apologize to everyone, some time ago promised to update two chapters at 12 o'clock in the evening, and eventually found that they could not be completed. This is my fault, and I will not mess with promises in the future.

The update will try to keep two chapters a day, and will be issued as soon as it is finished.

Still, I can only guarantee it as much as possible, but I can't guarantee that I will be able to two chapters a day. Hey, tears are said too much, I hope everyone can understand it! I do n’t understand, I agree. After all, I am a reader like everyone and understand everyone ’s mood. Say again, sorry. ) (To be continued.)