"Greetings to the patriarch."

Around the surroundings, the tribesmen of the ancient tribe of Zhenzhu knelt down a large area, bowed down with their hands, and bowed to the two people who came with piety and respect.

Even the semi-saints present immediately clasped their fists and bowed to salute.

When the saints go, all living beings welcome you.

It is not just the holy power of the saint, which can suppress the monks in the world to kneel down, but more importantly, the saint's own knowledge, status and strength are worthy of everyone's learning, pursuit and awe.

The sixty-four holy auras on the head of the ancient clan of Zhenzhuo surrounded the heaven and earth, like a true god standing in front of everyone.

Those majestic eyes stared at Shi Ren and Wang Jie, and snorted coldly.

Immediately, the patriarch of the ancient clan of Zhenzhu said in a deep voice: "It is an extraordinary thing for the Immortal Blood Clan to lurk into the Sword Tomb of the Paw, and it is enough to subvert the entire Sword Tomb of the Paw. If you two don't find out the truth together, you are fighting each other in an internal way, so that those lurkers can see it, wouldn't you be laughing to death?"

"The child knows his mistake, please punish him."

"Shi Ren knew his mistake, so please punish the patriarch."

Wang Jie and Shi Ren knelt on one knee at the same time, and their attitude of admitting their mistakes was still very positive.

The head of the ancient tribe of the town clan stared at Wang Jie, his eyes became even more severe, and he scolded: "Wang Jie, do you know who was the senior who offended just now?"

You should know that the patriarch of the ancient clan of Zhenzhu loves Wang Jie very much. After all, among all the descendants, Wang Jie has the highest talent and has the most hope to reach the holy realm.

Therefore, in normal times, the patriarch of the ancient clan of Zhenzhu usually calls him "Jie'er" or "Liu'er".

He just called him by his name, which shows that the patriarch of the ancient clan of Zhenzhu was probably really angry.

Wang Jie's back was completely wet with cold sweat, and he said, "I don't know..."

The head of the ancient clan of Zhenzhu saw Wang Jie's weak appearance and shook his head slightly, saying, "This is Feiyu Sword Saint, the sword holder of the Burial Heaven Sword. He will not apologize to his senior immediately and pray that he can forgive your recklessness."

When Wang Jie heard the words of the ancient clan leader of the prison, he immediately understood the gods and looked in the direction of Feiyu Sword Saint, and said, "It was my unintentional mistake just now, not an intentional offense. I beg the senior Feiyu Sword Saint to forgive me."

Zhang Ruochen stood aside, watching coldly, but thought to himself: "It's true that he is the clan leader's own son."

As long as you have a little vision, you can definitely see that the patriarch of the ancient clan in Zhenzhuo looked very strict, but he was protecting Wang Jie everywhere.

In the cultivation world, I offended a sword saint, and even a semi-saint could not escape death.

However, the first sentence of the ancient clan leader of Zhenzhuo was to point out that Wang Jie and Shi Ren would be laughed at by the lurkers of the Immortal Blood Clan.

Immediately afterwards, he reminded Wang Jie first that Feiyu Sword Saint is a senior, and everything is your recklessness, which hit her.

In this way, Wang Jie apologized to Feiyu Sword Saint again. How could Feiyu Sword Saint continue to pursue it?

If you continue to pursue the matter, you will be unreasonable, you will bully the small, and you will be narrow-minded. Even if the Feiyu Sword Saint has not spoken yet, Zhang Ruochen knew that the storm just now had been completely resolved.

Zhang Ruochen thought he had guessed the next exhibition, but he still underestimated Feiyu Sword Saint too much.

Feiyu Sword Saint did not look at Wang Jie kneeling on the ground, nor did he say whether he would forgive him, but stared at Zhang Ruochen and Xiang Zhengfeng.

The two eyes were like two stars in the dark, emitting bright holy light.

In an instant, Zhang Ruochen felt like he fell into the mud, unable to move his whole body, unable to breathe his mouth, nose, pores, and meridians in his body were also sealed. Even the holy energy in the sea of ​​Qi and the meridians seemed to have completely solidified.

"How could it be so strong just a gaze?"

Zhang Ruochen gritted his teeth and extorted the Five Elements Chaos Body, trying to forcibly break through the suppression of Feiyu Sword Saint.

It is really a very uncomfortable thing for Zhang Ruochen to have reached the semi-saint realm but cannot control his body.

You must break free from the constraints and regain control of your body.

Xiang Zhengfeng was also suppressed by the eyes of Feiyu Sword Saint, and his holy energy was unable to move. He fell directly from mid-air and fell to the ground with a bang.

The tall figure of Feiyu Sword Saint shook slightly.

Two slender figures flew out from her body, exactly the same as her figure, very much like one divided into three.

"Swish."

Two black shadows, like ghosts, emitted a cold air, rushed towards Zhang Ruochen and Xiang Zhengfeng respectively, and rolled up two sharp hurricanes.

They were two holy auras flying out of her body, condensed into human figures.

"Break it for me."

Zhang Ruochen supported his hands, and 100,000 pores all over his body, and colorful light gushed out, shaking the surrounding space slightly, which was actually suppressed by the eyes of Feiyu Sword Saint.

However, before he could retreat, he immediately saw a thin shadow rushed over.

So, Zhang Ruochen immediately mobilized the holy energy, condensed the power of his palm, and shot a dragon-elephant Prajna Palm.

Zhang Ruochen had already used the palm technique of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm, but he was naturally quite familiar with it. The speed of the action was as fast as the flowing light.

However, Zhang Ruochen's palm was just ready and had not been photographed yet...

The two fingers of the slender shadow actually grabbed his wrist first.

The other party twisted his fingers and immediately a "click" sound came from, directly breaking Zhang Ruochen's arm bones.

“So…quick…”

Zhang Ruochen endured the pain in his arm and immediately mobilized the sword intent, trying to control the Tootian Sword and attack again.

However, Zhang Ruochen's sword intent had just spread out.

"Bang."

The figure's palm had been printed on Zhang Ruochen's chest, arching his body upwards and flying upwards.

Almost all of the ribs on the chest were cracked, and they almost broke.

With a thud, Zhang Ruochen's internal organs suffered severe damage and a mouthful of blood was spit out of his mouth. If it weren't for his strong mental power, he would have fainted.

The slender shadow obviously did not mean to let Zhang Ruochen go. He continued to attack and became faster. He changed thirty-six directions in a row, and also shot thirty-six palms in a row, landing on all parts of Zhang Ruochen's body.

In the air, in addition to Zhang Ruochen who was thrown up, there were also thirty-six graceful figures, presenting various palm-out postures, just like thirty-six masters who besieged Zhang Ruochen at the same time.

The next moment, the figures disappeared like lightning and flew back into the body of Feiyu Semi-Saint.

With a bang, Zhang Ruochen landed on the ground, spitting blood from his mouth, and all the bones in his body were broken and he could not lift a trace of strength.

Xiang Zhengfeng was not much better than Zhang Ruochen, and he fell softly to the ground, his mouth was covered in blood, and he fainted.

Everything that was just born was just a moment of lightning.

Except for the semi-saint-level figures, some shadows were barely seen, and the other monks didn’t even know what they had given birth to?

For example, Li Min was very curious, why Zhang Ruochen and Xiang Zhengfeng were suddenly seriously injured and fell to the ground?

All the semi-saints present took a breath of cold air and felt that their vests were a little cold.

The cultivation of the Sword Saint is really terrible. Just the two separate holy auras beat the two sword-holders to the ground.

Such methods are really unpredictable to ghosts and gods, and are mysterious and mysterious.

Feiyu Sword Saint said lightly: "Just just now, this Saint has broken all their bones and checked them. Neither of them is the immortal blood clan."

"It seems that one of them should have a cooperative relationship with the Immortal Vampire." The head of the ancient clan of Zhenzhu stared at Zhang Ruochen.

There is no doubt that Zhang Ruochen is the most suspicious.

Because Zhang Ruochen was a serious criminal in the court who was personally ordered to be arrested by the Queen. If he wanted to survive, he must find a backer.

In Kunlun Realm today, there are only a handful of forces that dare to oppose the imperial court, and the Immortal Vampire is one of them.

Zhang Ruochen colluded with the Immortal Vampire and intended to release Pluto, which was completely reasonable and could be explained.

The voice of Feiyu Sword Saint seemed quite cold, but extremely pleasant, and said, "You can't rule out the suspicion of Xiang Zhengfeng. Before the truth is found out, Zhang Ruochen will be taken care of... Huh..."

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen, who had suffered severe injuries and had cracks in his bones, actually slowly climbed up from the ground with his own strength.

You know, Xiang Zhengfeng, who was hit by Feiyu Sword Saint, had fainted after being several levels higher than Zhang Ruochen's cultivation level.

"It is worthy of being the five elements chaotic body, and it can still stand up."

The figure of Feiyu Sword Saint turned into a cool breeze, and with a light fragrance, it appeared in front of Zhang Ruochen. His fingers turned into phantoms and snatched the surging sword.

Then, her sleeves rolled up, forming a vortex of holy gas, rolling up Zhang Ruochen and leaving the place.

Until Feiyu Sword Saint left, he never looked at Wang Jie.

Wang Jie was still kneeling on the ground, really wondering if he should stand up?

After all, the combat power that Feiyu Sword Saint just showed was really scary. Moreover, she was too ruthless and beat both sword holders to the ground.

At this moment, Wang Jie regretted it very much. How could he provoke her?
Chapter completed!