Eight hundred and seventieth chapters are enemies on all sides
The magma contains traces of the pure extinguishing divine fire, which penetrates the holy energy barrier formed by Zhuang Xuankong and falls overwhelmingly.
Zhuang Xuankong saw the heat wave coming, and the speed of the holy energy in his body suddenly slowed down. He was secretly shocked in his heart, and used the yin and yang chessboard to protect his body, displayed a ghostly movement technique, and quickly retreated.
"Facing the flames and Yang Qi, Zhuang Xuankong is really at a loss."
Zhang Ruochen nodded and continued to mobilize the masculine energy in Xuan Fei to suppress the cold and cold energy in Zhuang Xuankong.
Immediately, he formed the sword technique with his fingers and performed a mountain and river sword technique.
"Cracking the mountain and splitting the earth."? Shen Yuan's ancient sword turned into a heavy mountain in Zhang Ruochen's hand, suddenly rushed out and hit Zhuang Xuankong's chest.
This is a ghost-level sword technique, but when used by Zhang Ruochen, it explodes with power comparable to a stunt.
The war sword flew out, making a deep "buzzing" sound, and around the sword body, shadows like the texture of mountains and rivers condensed, and pressed down with a crash.
Zhuang Xuankong was naturally not an easy person. He lowered his feet and held the Yin-Yang chessboard with one hand. Holy energy spurted out from his palms and poured in continuously.
"Boom!"
Shen Yuan's ancient sword struck the center of the Yin-Yang chessboard, knocking Zhuang Xuankong back ten steps in a row, leaving a series of half-foot-deep footprints on the ground.
Zhuang Xuankong shook his painful arms and his eyes became more gloomy.
A dignified sixth-level half-saint was defeated by a junior in the Fish-Dragon Realm. It was simply a shame and a great humiliation. Once word got out, his reputation would definitely be ruined.
"Walk."
Zhang Ruochen didn't want to continue fighting, so he landed on Xiao Hei's back and rushed into the darkness, preparing to leave this place.
"Where to escape?"
King Wanxiang and Zhuang Xuankong quickly chased after him from the left and right directions, knocking out the Thunder God Yue Shao and Yin Yang Chessboard respectively, and hit Zhang Ruochen in front.
The thunder god's ax hung in the mid-air, emitting dense purple electric light, like a dragon and snake shuttling in the void. Then, a sharp sound of breaking wind broke out, and it quickly shot down on Zhang Ruochen's head.
Yin Yang Chess! It exudes an icy cold air, and condenses a black beam of light at the center of the chessboard, cutting across to Zhang Ruochen below.
Zhang Ruochen was naturally under tremendous pressure. He felt as if there were dozens of mountains hanging above his head. Once they fell, they would crush him to pieces.
Even with the protection of Xiao Hei's holy energy, Li Min was still seriously injured by the power of the holy weapon. Blood continued to flow from his mouth and his face became increasingly pale.
"Sword Three."
Zhang Ruochen completely released the sword intent in his body, injected it into Shen Yuan's ancient sword, and struck the flying Thunder God Yue.
The Three of Swords represents the threefold power of heaven, earth, and man. As long as it is cultivated to the Great Perfection, the threefold power can be superimposed on each other, and a terrifying power that surpasses ordinary holy arts can be unleashed.
Even if Zhang Ruochen did not practice Jian San to the Great Perfection, because he has the realm of swordsmanship where man and sword are integrated, the power of this move is even more powerful than some stunts. The penetrating power of Jian San
It's not a trivial matter, it can be used to destroy the face, even if it is a holy weapon, it is difficult to resist it.
"Bang."
The sword tip and the sharp edge collided together, and the two forces were evenly matched. After a slight stalemate, they flew backwards from each other.
Zhang Ruochen has an advantage in terms of swordsmanship and combat skills, but after all, his cultivation level is still too far behind that of King Wanxiang. The fact that the two of them can compete at par has shocked many people.
Above the sky, the black beam of light flying out of the yin and yang chessboard is like a cold heavenly knife. It connects from the sky to the ground and cuts across it, leaving a black groove more than ten meters deep.
Moreover, thick ice will condense around the black groove, freezing the earth.
Fortunately, Xiao Hei was extremely fast and was able to dodge the attacks of black beams of light one after another. Otherwise, with Zhang Ruochen's current cultivation level, if he wanted to fight one against two and resist the attacks of Wanxiang King and Zhuang Xuankong at the same time, it would probably be within ten moves.
, will fail.
The round and bright moon hung in the center of the sky, looking extremely quiet, in sharp contrast to the earth-shattering battles of the three powerful men on the ground.
A rather elegant middle-aged man stood on the top of a hill a hundred miles away.
He was carrying a simple blue long sword on his back. He had a slender figure and a pair of deep eyes. He looked at the battlefield in the distance and said, "When Zhang Ruochen fought against the King of Wanxiang, the sword move he used was the Three Swordsman. Look at that sword.
The power of the Dharma is probably about to reach the state of Dzogchen."
This man's name is Jian Kongzi, and he is the top ten masters selected by Wan Zhaoyi from the Yuan Mansion Military Camp. He is many times more powerful than the Wanxiang King and the Northern Wolf King.
He is an extremely powerful swordsman who has reached the seventh-level semi-saint realm. He seems to be only about forty years old, but in fact, he has been practicing for nearly two hundred years.
For a half-saint, two hundred years old is an important watershed.
Before the age of two hundred, a half-saint can rely on his powerful holy energy to support the vitality of his physical body, thereby slowing down the aging of his appearance and organs.
However, once they are over two hundred years old, a half-saint will quickly become old in a very short period of time, returning to the appearance that his age should have. His hair will turn gray overnight, his blood energy will decline, and his physical strength will decrease.
If you don't encounter shocking adventures, it will be almost impossible for you to make breakthroughs in your own cultivation. At most, you can only improve your fighting skills and understanding of the holy way.
In other words, once a half-saint reaches the age of two hundred, his or her lifetime achievements will almost be finalized.
When Jian Kongzi was young, he was also a prodigy who could compete with the Holy Body. Three years ago, he fought with the master of the Blood Dragon Palace and defeated him, pushing his reputation to its peak and becoming the vast Yuan Mansion.
A very important figure in the world.
However, he knew very well that without a heaven-defying opportunity, he would not have been able to reach the holy realm in this life.
If you can't become a saint, what's the point of two hundred years of hard training?
In the Kunlun world, there are countless talented and beautiful people who failed to become saints before they were two hundred years old. Because their hearts were unbalanced and they thought God was teasing them, they eventually went astray. Even some people who were too obsessed with it.
, even more obsessed.
Now, there is an opportunity in front of Jian Kongzi. Wan Zhaoyi has promised that as long as he can capture Zhang Ruochen, he will give him a Snow Blue Holy Pill.
As long as he takes the Snow Blue Holy Pill, Jian Kongzi will have full confidence to break through to the ninth-level semi-saint realm before he is two hundred years old. By then, he will be only one step away from the holy realm.
Originally, Jian Kongzi thought that with his cultivation, he would be able to defeat a monk in the Fish-Dragon Realm. How much force would it take for an elephant to trample an ant to death?
After actually meeting Zhang Ruochen, Jian Kongzi felt a little troubled.
"This kid is really terrifying. He is only at the Fish-Dragon Realm, but he can fight with King Wanxiang and Zhuang Xuankong. I really don't know how powerful he will be when he breaks through to the Semi-Saint Realm." Feng Qin said.
Fengqin is a big man with a body of three meters tall. His arms are thicker than a normal person's waist. He wears seven or eight pieces of iron armor all over his body, distributed on his arms, legs, waist, abdomen, and heart.
In addition to the armor, there are dense red muscles, like a powerful brute god.
"If this boy wasn't so powerful, how could he be so frightened that the Queen personally ordered his capture?"
Jian Kongzi glanced at Feng Qin, and then said: "In the Fish and Dragon Realm, Jian San has been cultivated to such an extent. Even the former Sword Emperor may not be so amazing."
Jian Kongzi couldn't help but sigh. He was once known as a swordsman wizard, but unfortunately, when he was in the Fish and Dragon Realm, he couldn't even practice Sword One to the Great Perfection.
Compared with Zhang Ruochen, his previous swordsmanship qualifications were nothing compared to shit.
"However, he has not yet broken through to the semi-saint realm. Even if he can make waves, I can suppress him." Jian Kongzi said confidently.
As long as you are a swordsman, you are naturally full of confidence in your own strength.
The three swords Zhang Ruochen used shocked the monks from other forces, and a large gasp of cold air could be heard in the night sky.
Many people were discussing secretly and agreed, "It is not unreasonable for the Queen to order Zhang Ruochen to be captured. If Zhang Ruochen grows up, he may really threaten the Queen's rule."
Xiao Hei's speed was comparable to that of Zhang Ruochen who was using the Luan and Phoenix Divine Seal. He was naturally a lot faster than King Wanxiang and Zhuang Xuankong, and he quickly left them far away.
Zhang Ruochen's spirit was still tense and did not relax. Suddenly, he raised his head and looked forward. He saw a big man like an iron tower standing on top of a black giant scorpion, blocking the front.
The big man's body is very strong, much taller than ordinary humans. However, the black giant scorpion under him is even bigger. Just a pair of pliers is six or seven meters long, which looks particularly sharp.
There are hundreds of blood-red inscriptions distributed on the surface of the giant scorpion's body. When it lies on the ground, it presses down the ground with a radius of hundreds of feet.
"The giant scorpion king, the wind bird."
When Li Min saw the big man standing in front of him, he suddenly felt desperate.
Just the Wanxiang King and Zhuang Xuankong had already chased them until they had no choice but to run for their lives. With the fierce man Feng Qiao in the mix, did they still have hope of escaping?
"call."
The wind bird stood on top of the giant scorpion, opened his mouth and sucked in. In an instant, all the air within a hundred miles was sucked into his belly.
His belly stretched outwards and turned into a huge ball.
Even with the naked eye, one can see that there is a white brilliance emanating from the inside of the wind bird's belly, containing a terrifying energy.
Immediately afterwards, the wind bird opened its mouth and spat out, and thousands of wind blades spurted out from its belly, making a fierce sound.
Some of the wind blades condensed into human and animal shapes.
Any humanoid or animal-shaped wind blade has the power to kill low-level semi-saints.
Dozens of human-shaped wind blades and animal-shaped wind blades were mixed among the hurricanes. One can imagine how terrifying the power that exploded was.