"The kings of the elves launched an attack together to stop Zhang Ruochen. He must not be allowed to kill Young Master Yan." A holy king of spiritual power from the elves held a sapphire holy staff and pointed in the direction of Zhang Ruochen.
Suddenly, the wood-attribute spiritual energy between heaven and earth gathered towards her, condensing thousands of black vines.
The vines were like dragons traveling underground, rushing toward Zhang Ruochen crazily.
Behind the Holy King of Spiritual Power, fourteen handsome elves were all holding white jade war bows at the level of the Ten Thousand Marks Sacred Artifact. The surroundings of each war bow were filled with powerful power fluctuations, forming a hurricane force.
gas.
The elves' research on arrow paths is unparalleled in the world.
The elves in the realm of the Holy King have used some powerful arrow techniques that can make stars fall and bury the moon.
When fourteen thousand-marked holy arrows are shot, they can erupt with unparalleled destructive power even from thousands of miles away. It is the power to truly destroy a star.
"Wow——"
Out of thin air, a dark shadow appeared next to the fourteen holy kings of the elves.
He has a thin figure and holds a rusty iron sword. He is like a ghost, silent and able to hide from the perception of the low-level holy king.
The Holy King of Spiritual Power standing at the front had spiritual power covering an area of hundreds of feet in radius. Therefore, when the black figure appeared, he was aware of it and couldn't help but change his expression.
Who on earth could appear near him without any sound?
"Everyone has a small... heart..."
The Holy King of Spiritual Power just wanted to remind everyone, but found that the black figure appeared behind him.
Immediately afterwards, a cold sword energy hit the back of his head.
He is also a strong man who has experienced hundreds of battles. When faced with danger, his reaction speed is astonishingly fast. Between the lightning and flint, he activates an amulet on his body to form a thick shield of light and shadow, blocking him behind him.
"Bang."
The iron sword was as powerful as breaking bamboo, shattering light and shadow, and pierced the head of the Holy King of Spiritual Power. The tip of the sword stood out between his eyebrows.
"How is it possible...the Golden Light Shield Talisman failed to block it..."
With a bang, the Holy King of Spiritual Power fell heavily to the ground.
"Swish."
The figure of the black figure flickered, as if using a clone technique, and turned into dozens of figures, rushing into the fourteen elven holy kings. Then one after another, cold swords were swung out, either stabbing or teasing,
Or behead...
When dozens of afterimages coalesced into one body again, there was only a pile of dead bodies left on the ground.
In less than three breaths, all fifteen holy kings fell.
The holy kings of the heaven realm who were looking in this direction in the distance were all gasping, thinking that it was a god of death coming, which gave them a bit of fear.
Zhang Ruochen, who was sitting on the golden dragon chariot, glanced in the direction of the black figure and said: "Ale's swordsmanship has been honed even more sharply. Even I may not be able to do it without using the power of space and time.
Catch it. That’s the way of the sword practiced only for killing people.”
A Le looked at Zhang Ruochen in the distance, and then disappeared.
When his figure appeared again, another holy king fell by the sword a few miles away.
At the same time, a black sphere with a diameter of nearly a hundred feet appeared in the sky above the island.
Han Qiu stood in the center of the black sphere, with a graceful figure and long hair flying. He condensed the dark power in his body into slender black threads and continuously released it.
The holy king of the heaven who had fallen to the ground and died stood up again like a marionette, and with a strong evil spirit, attacked the living kings of the heaven.
The monks in Kunlun Realm were overjoyed to find that another master came to help, and their morale immediately increased.
"Could it be that he is a monk who practices the dark way to control the undead?"
Shang Ziyan's eyes darkened, he took out the five-color merit tablet and knocked it out.
The five-color brilliance burst out, and the power of merit enveloped all the six nine-step saint kings who were besieging Shang Ziyan. Immediately, a huge and boundless invisible force suppressed them, causing the six nine-step saint kings to change their colors.
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"It's the power of merit, retreat quickly."
"What a powerful junior. He is only seven steps into the Saint King realm and is so difficult to deal with."
Even the six nine-step sage kings had to avoid its sharp edges and did not dare to confront Shang Ziyan when he presented the five-colored merit monument.
They quickly retreated and distanced themselves from the five-colored merit stele. However, Shang Ziyan had murderous intentions and controlled the huge stele to bombard the two nine-step saint kings.
"Bang bang."
The two nine-step holy kings each threw dozens of holy weapons.
However, just as they were attached to the five-colored merit stele, those holy vessels shattered like porcelain and could not stop the stele even for a moment. In the end, the holy bodies of the two nine-step holy kings were exploded into two pieces.
Blood mud.
The other nine-step saint kings retreated further, sweating all over their bodies and feeling the threat of death.
Opposite them, it was clear that they were just a Seven-Step Saint King, but the pressure they endured felt like they were fighting against a great saint.
The face of the woman in palace clothes was extremely solemn. Who would have thought that Shang Ziyan could be so terrifying? Even the Nine-step Saint King was easily crushed and killed by him. In the same realm, it would be difficult to find a monk who could block one of his moves.
It is as difficult as climbing to heaven.
An unparalleled genius like Shang Zixuan is more amazing than the gods in his youth. Once he grows up, he will become a benchmark for an era.
Shang Ziyan said in a warning tone: "I don't care who you are or who you are here for. If you dare to interfere in today's affairs again, today will be the day of your death."
This voice was as sharp and cold as Shang Ziyan's eyes, making even the woman in palace attire feel shocked inside.
Of course, such a shock only lasted a moment, and the woman in palace clothes soon recovered.
The brilliance emanating from the three-color treasure armor on Shang Ziyan's body condensed into a three-color cloud at his feet.
With a leap, Shang Ziyan rode a three-color cloud and appeared more than a hundred miles away in an instant, holding a red sword and looking down at Zhang Ruochen below.
At this moment, Zhang Ruochen had been severely injured by Gongzi Yan, his mouth was full of blood, his hands and feet were cut off, and he was trampled under his feet.
Shen Yuan's ancient sword was pointed between Gong Ziyan's eyebrows. Zhang Ruochen raised his head, looked at Shang Ziyan, and said: "You haven't always been calm and calm. Today, I finally feel the mood swings in you. You are very angry!"
Shang Ziyan suppressed the anger in his heart and tried to be calm, saying: "I admit that I have already overestimated you, but I just found out today that I still underestimated you. Let Gongzi Yan go, and you will agree to the conditions."
"Let him go?"
Zhang Ruochen said coldly: "I'm afraid my senior brothers and sisters who were buried under the thick soil will not agree, Bai Su will not agree, and the brothers from the Shengming Central Empire will not agree."
"Swish."
The Holy Flower of Eating, so wonderful, Xie Chengzi flew over and appeared behind Zhang Ruochen.
At the same time, the kings of the heaven world also gathered together, and their number increased, soon exceeding a hundred. They not only formed an attack formation, but also used divine bones to freeze the space.
Zhang Ruochen's expression remained unchanged, without any trace of panic.
Shang Ziyan was silent for a moment and said: "After all, people cannot be resurrected after death. Have you killed too many monks from the heaven faction? If you kill Gongzi Yan, you will die here too. You are a smart man and you should know how to do this.
, it’s not good for anyone.”
"Why don't you let go of Young Master Yan, Wu Xu, Yan Ni, and the holy kings of the Heaven Realm in the temple, and I will also let you and the monks of the Kunlun Realm go. How about we all take a step back?"
Zhang Ruochen glanced at the holy kings of the heaven world in all directions and said: "With them alone, I'm afraid they won't be able to keep me. You have to understand that the chips are now in my hands, and you have to listen to me in everything."
Zhang Ruochen took out the Emperor Yi's bone staff and inserted it into Gongzi Yan's eyebrow with a puff.
"ah……"
Gongzi Yan's whole body twitched, and he let out heart-piercing screams.
At the same time, the evil spirit in the bone staff laughed cheerfully, and through the lines on the bone staff, it continued to extract the soul power of Gongzi Yan's holy soul.
After refining the second part of the soul mist, the power of the evil spirit has become comparable to that of the Eight-step Holy King.
After absorbing Gongzi Yan's soul power, the aura emitted by the evil spirit became more and more powerful, reaching the peak of the Eight-step Holy King and sprinting towards the Nine-step Holy King.
"Damn it, you are looking for death." A holy king from the heaven realm roared angrily.
Another holy king of the dwarf clan waved two battle axes in his hand, showing two snow-white teeth, and said: "You dare to kill even the leader of the Space Temple. Your death is not far away."
All this time, only the monks in the heaven world have bullied other monks. This is the first time that someone dares to kill someone in front of them, and they are still refining their souls.
Shang Ziyan was probably the only one present who could remain calm, but his eyes were also colder and fiercer than ever before.
Wu Xu and Yan Ni were stepped on by Shi Shenghua and Xie Chengzi respectively, making Shang Ziyan dare not act rashly.
Zhang Ruochen asked: "Now, do you know how it feels when a friend around you is killed?"
After a while, Gongzi Yan's screams became weaker and weaker, completely losing his voice.
After absorbing Gongzi Yan's holy soul, the evil spirit's strength finally reached the level of the Nine-Step Holy King, and the aura it exuded was extremely powerful. The evil spirit spread out, turning most of the island into a sinister evil land.
"You're so calm. Shang Zixuan is a man of great power. On the surface, Gongzi Yan talks and laughs with him, just like close friends. In fact, he may not really regard Gongzi Yan as a good friend." Zhang Ruochen felt more and more like Shang Zixan.
It's terrible, no one can guess what is going on in his heart.
Shang Ziyan said in a deep voice: "Zhang Ruochen, are you done with your anger? Now, is it time to have a good talk with me? Don't think that just because you have the chips, you have the initiative. The traps set on the island,
It's deeper than you think. If we really fight, you and the monks in Kunlun Realm will all die."
"Boom!"
As soon as Shang Ziyan finished speaking, a roar came from the sky above the island, like thunder shaking from the sky.
"What happened again?"
The holy kings in the heaven world changed slightly, and they all looked up to the sky.
I saw dozens of cracks appearing in the phantom formation covering the entire island.
Those cracks quickly spread outward, and gradually, all illusions disappeared, revealing the true scene of the island. Who broke through the illusory formation?