The arrogant smile of the Sunset Son of God turned into a wail from the soul.
He was defeated, so badly that he was nailed with a sword and unable to move.
"The people of Daluo Immortal Sect really resist beating."
"Thousands of Immortal Killing Curses can't kill him even in the Hollow Void Realm."
"As for the power of regeneration, it has to be Da Luo's Ten Thousand Methods of Immortality."
There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and people were sighing and sighing.
They are spectators, witnessing with their own eyes what destruction and rebirth are.
The Son of Sunset's trump cards were all revealed, even the Immortal Killing Curse was summoned, but still failed to kill Holy Lord Daluo. This shows how rich Zhao Yun's background is, and he already has the appearance of an eternal ruthless person.
"That sword can actually cross space."
Too many elders were surprised and particularly favored Long Yuan.
If it weren't for the space crossing, if it wasn't for a fatal blow comparable to an instantaneous attack, Sunset Godson wouldn't have been caught off guard. At worst, he could have escaped from the battlefield, which was better than being nailed to a stone monument at this moment.
In such a situation, it is not difficult to predict where he will end up.
With Zhao Yun's nature, it was impossible to let him go.
"Eternal body. Really considerate."
There are more spectators, and the viewing angles of the drama are also different. Some are looking at Zhao Yun, some are looking at the Sunset Son of God, some are looking at Long Yuan, and some are looking at the stone tablet. It is Zhao Yun's masterpiece. It can be easily done by using a secret technique like Earth Escape.
It's just a matter of cooperating with Longyuan Sword to create a foothold for the Son of Sunset God.
To put it bluntly, it is a tombstone.
Let's fight to the death! Whoever loses will go on to the road.
"Master, save me."
Sunset God Son wailed, with a cry hidden in his tone.
He was scared, as if he had seen the God of Death waving at him.
There was no need for him to call for help, the Sunset Immortal King had already gotten up.
Unfortunately, the battle platform has a protective barrier, and even he cannot enter.
Helpless, he looked at Kunlun Immortal Lord.
It's easy to save his disciple, just let the immortal king open a back door.
The Immortal Lord is also interesting. He is like an old monk sitting with his hands folded. Everyone is looking at the battle platform, but he is the only one who closes his eyes and falls asleep. That look explains the sentence very well: both parties are willing to accept their destiny.
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He is not targeting the Sunset God Sect. This is the rule of Kunlun. Even if Zhao Yun is defeated, even if Nian Tian begs him like this, he will not open the back door. In a word, do as the Romans do.
Sunset Immortal King's face instantly turned extremely ugly.
Everyone knows that the Immortal Lord's oil and salt cannot enter the wilderness, how can he not understand the reason?
He turned away from the Immortal Lord and looked at the battle platform again, staring at Zhao Yun.
"I grant you a magical weapon of the Immortal King and let my disciple go."
Zhao Yun did not answer, but drew out the Long Yuan Sword with a buzzing sound.
Sunset God Son thought he had been saved and fled down the stage desperately.
However, as soon as he escaped three to five feet away, he saw a terrifying suction force behind him, pulling him back again.
It is still Zhao Yun's masterpiece, with his fingers spread out and the Heaven-Swallowing Technique activated.
He just pinched Sunset God's neck and raised one hand in the air.
"Zhao Yun, you." Sunset Immortal King was furious.
"In the next life, don't mess with anyone named Zhao."
Zhao Yun ignored the Sunset Immortal King and only looked at the Sunset Divine Son.
A faint word is like a sentence pronounced by God, cold and silent.
ah.!
The shrill wail resounded throughout the entire audience again.
The majestic Son of God was forcibly devoured.
"How cruel!"
"You can't stand firm if you are not ruthless!"
Under the stage, the sighs started again.
It's a shame, no one questions Zhao Yun's ruthlessness.
The Son of Sunset God was so distraught that he set out on the road wailing.
"Zhao Yun, you deserve to die."
Sunset Immortal King's angry shout made the sky tremble.
And his murderous intention is also domineering to destroy heaven and earth.
Zhao Yun didn't stand firm for a step, and his body split open on the spot.
It was also this moment, a gentle force
Cover him.
It was Kunlun Immortal Lord who took action, turned the world upside down, eliminated the murderous intention, and also helped him reshape his body. What followed was a terrifying pressure that crushed the whole world to the point of solidification.
Well.!
Sunset Immortal King groaned, unable to match the Immortal Lord's aura.
This is the difference between the Immortal King and the Demigod, suppressed in an instant.
"This is the Holy Land of Kunlun."
Immortal Lord Kunlun said calmly, and his words resounded throughout the nine heavens.
Sunset Immortal King's eyes were scarlet, and he no longer dared to act recklessly.
He knows Kunlun Immortal Lord well, and he can do it if he can say it.
Zhao Yun was speechless and turned around to step down.
"Are you leaving now?"
There was a faint laugh, and another person landed on the battlefield, blocking Zhao Yun's path.
A closer look revealed that it was the Saint Son of Destruction, the thief with the folding fan.
How clever he is! Knowing that Zhao Yun was in poor condition, he ran on stage to pick up the slack.
In fact, those saint sons who are hostile to the Great Luo Immortal Sect basically have this idea. Zhao Yun has a strong background, but after fighting with the Son of Sunset, he was seriously injured and no longer has peak combat power.
There is no reason to let go of such a good opportunity.
"You dare to fight." Saint Son of Destruction looked at Zhao Yun with a smile.
"Whatever." Zhao Yun said lightly, his evil spirit lingering.
Having already killed a Son of Sunset God, he doesn't mind starting another killing spree.
"very good."
The Holy Son of Destruction closed the folding fan, and the energy of Destruction spread across the air.
Those who can be on the immortal list are not ordinary people, and this guy is the same.
"Both parties are willing to accept each other's destiny."
Before the two of them started fighting, they heard the words of Kunlun Immortal Lord again.
It's nothing more than gossiping in front of others, which will save some people from being restless.
If you dare to break the rules here, the consequences will be serious.
This is a warning from the Immortal Lord, not a joke.
"Come."
Saint Son of Destruction gave a sonorous drink, and a fairy sword appeared in his hand.
He is like a ghost, piercing the rainbow with his sword, and his sword intent is withered and cold.
On the other hand, Zhao Yun is like a stone statue, standing there motionless.
puff!
Golden blood suddenly appeared, and his body was pierced by the sword of the Holy Son of Destruction.
The crowd raised their eyebrows. Is Zhao Yun still awake? Standing and being beaten?
Not to mention the spectators, even Saint Son of Destruction was surprised. This was a warm-up sword and it actually hit. Is it because he was too fast or Zhao Yun's reaction was too slow? If he had known this, he would have used 100% of the sword's power. If it had been 10%
If Cheng Jianwei hits, it will not be as simple as poking a bloody hole.
In a brief moment, Zhao Yun stretched out his hand.
With lightning speed, he grabbed the wrist of the Holy Son of Destruction.
The owner, who never suffers a loss, can't help but arrange a set meal after receiving a blow from someone.
open!
Saint Son of Death gave a cold scolding and tried to break free from Zhao Yun's hand.
Zhao Yun had already expected it, and the source surged, removing the opponent's power.
After it was over, the spectators collectively raised their heads and saw the Holy Son of Destruction being picked up by Zhao Yun.
Then, there was a bang, and Saint Son of Death came into close contact with the battle platform.
Who knows how much force Zhao Yun used, but the majestic Saint Son was thrown so hard that his blood and bones flew apart.
"Is this okay?"
Too many people talk nonsense, just to throw someone away after receiving a sword?
Saint Son of Kumie was also stunned, and was thrown into confusion by Mr. Zhao.
Compared with being confused, the pain seemed to make him more uncomfortable.
At this moment, the bones in the body crackled.
Don't rush. It's not over yet.
Zhao Yun's energy and blood rose, his waist and horse became one, and the force of his second fall was even stronger.
Without waiting to catch his breath, Saint Son of Destruction came into close contact with the battle platform for the second time.
Then came the third, fourth, and fifth times.
Mr. Zhao is so dedicated! He doesn't throw people easily, but he does it in one go.
Those who are as resistant to beatings as the Holy Son of Destruction should be given special care, just throw them to death.