At this moment, all the people who were fighting crazily above the square stopped, suddenly opened their eyes and looked towards Chu Tian.
A pair of eyes revealed unconcealable shock and disbelief!
"He...he actually killed four warriors of the same level with one strike!"
"This kind of strength is so terrifying. I'm afraid ordinary little saints can't achieve it!"
"What is the identity of this person? He can kill people with a knife in his hand. It is as simple as eating and drinking. He is definitely not an unknown person!"
The silence at the scene lasted for two or three breaths, and then a roar like a flood suddenly erupted.
boom!
Suddenly, Chu Tian flicked his finger, and four balls of red fire flew out at high speed, burning the four broken corpses that fell on the ground to ashes.
The storage rings of the four people immediately flew back upside down and landed in Chu Tian's hands!
After doing all this, Chu Tian suddenly turned around, took a step forward, spanned a hundred feet of void in an instant, and landed firmly on the big colorful hand closest to him!
The moment he stood firm, he flicked his sleeves, his eyes flashed, sweeping across the audience, and shouted coldly: "This seat belongs to me, who has any objections!"
As soon as these words came out, the scene suddenly fell into deathly silence!
"kill!"
But this kind of silence only lasted for no more than two or three breaths, and the sound of killing came out loudly like thunder and tide!
The moment the killing sound came out, at least dozens of figures, armed with swords and weapons, rushed towards Chutian crazily!
Although Chu Tian had made a shocking move just now, killing four with one sword, his cultivation level was still at the level of a newly-achieved saint after all. Such a soft persimmon would be a shame to his eight generations of ancestors!
"Ten breaths, I just need to hold on to ten breaths!"
Seeing dozens of people rushing over with flashes of light in their eyes, Chu Tian did not panic, but whispered in his mouth, showing a trace of solemnity on his face.
According to the record on the jade map slip, the only way to occupy a fairy throne is to stand on the fairy throne and hold on for ten breaths without being knocked down!
Once it persists for more than ten breaths, the Celestial Constellation will automatically form a protective shield to provide strict protection and block all attacks!
"Thousand-knife body protection!"
Seeing dozens of people speeding up, Chu Tian roared, held the sky in his hand, and waved it violently!
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Suddenly, with Chutian as the center, within a radius of twenty feet, there was a dazzling white sword light, like thousands of sharp lightnings, traveling back and forth non-stop!
Rumble!
Almost in the blink of an eye, dozens of people from all directions rushed into the area covered by the white sword light, and violent roars and collisions were heard immediately!
Among the dozens of people rushing towards Chutian at this moment, half are newly-achieved saints and half are minor saints!
After being blocked by the Thousand Swords Bodyguard, the newly-become a saint was almost forced to stop completely.
Even if they roared wildly and exerted all their strength, they were still unable to get closer to Chutian, let alone launch a fatal attack on Chutian!
The newly sanctified ones were completely blocked, while the speed of the little sanctified ones was greatly reduced, directly reduced to the point where they could only run in small steps!
One breath!
Two breaths!
Three breaths!
In the blink of an eye, three breaths passed!
The new saints were still blocked out, while the young saints waved their weapons wildly, and quickly ran within ten feet of Chu Tian, and they were still accelerating!
Although many opponents could not really threaten him for the time being, Chu Tian did not dare to take it lightly. He continued to grit his teeth, sweating all over his head, swinging his sword crazily, and resisting with all his strength!
Four breaths!
Five breaths!
Six breaths!
In the blink of an eye, another three breaths passed!
Chu Tian had been on the Immortal Seat for six breaths!
To truly qualify for baptism, he still needs to persist for at least four breaths!
At this moment, most of the new saints, seeing that they were still unable to break through Chu Tian's defense, simply turned around and left, choosing to give up.
Obviously, they clearly realize it!
Even if Chu Tian's defense is broken, it is almost impossible for the Immortal Seat that Chu Tian occupies at the moment to fall into their hands!
Because there are a dozen other little saints standing nearby, watching with eager eyes!
Just when Chu Tian was waving his long sword crazily and desperately resisting, the other warriors present also started a bloody and brutal fight!
The seven prodigies at the level of saints and saints, although they are at a high level, are now under unprecedented and crazy siege!
However, after all, the seven of them are all great saints, and their strength is terrifying and beyond imagination. Basically, all the sieges were easily blocked by them, and they even killed some unscrupulous attackers!
In a short period of time, the seven people have each locked onto a fairy throne, and no one can threaten or shake it!
Seven of the ten immortal constellations have been eliminated, leaving only three precious positions!
"Shi Lin, that guy wearing the mask is under crazy siege and will be defeated soon. Join us quickly and take advantage of the chaos to seize the throne!"
At this moment, Wang Shicong, who had successfully occupied the Immortal Seat, shouted at his younger brother Wang Shilin and sent a message.
"good!"
When Wang Shilin heard this, he immediately nodded and decisively gave up the immortal throne he was fighting for.
He dodged and with a swish, instantly turned into a blurry afterimage, crossed the void, came to the vicinity of Chu Tian, and without saying a word, punched out!
This punch was fierce and powerful, and it happened to happen in the seventh breath!
boom!
As soon as it was smashed out, it roared, wrapped in a ball of fiercely burning dazzling fire, and blasted directly into the dense white sword light!
Bang bang bang!
In an instant, an astonishing muffled sound came out intensively!
Wang Shilin's flaming punch passed all the way and killed the enemy directly from the outermost periphery to within three feet of Chu Tian. The speed was simply beyond imagination!
"Hundred-refined Nirvana body, stop me!"
At the critical moment, Chu Tian roared, brandished the knife with his right hand, and kneaded with his left hand, desperately stimulating his own spiritual energy and spiritual thoughts!
boom!
In an instant, his whole body was filled with golden light, his aura surged, as if he had turned into glazed gold on the spot, and a strange high triangular crown appeared above his head!
Wow!
Under his left arm, a light suddenly flashed!
A thick and powerful glazed arm came out of the air in an instant, clenched it tightly, aimed at the flaming fist that had already rushed in front of him, and punched it hard!
Bang!
When the eighth breath came, two fists, one gold and one red, suddenly collided head-on!
Rumble!
In an instant, there was a roar and explosion, golden fire soaring into the sky, a terrifying storm, and lightning sweeping across!
At this moment, the sword light collapsed, screams were heard, figures flew upside down, and blood splattered. It was like the end of the world, with a wave of killing.
Kick, kick, kick!
The moment his fists collided, Chu Tian suddenly felt a terrifying force, rushing toward him. While blood spurted from his mouth, his whole body immediately fell backwards uncontrollably!
"Haha, kid, get out of here, this is my fairy throne!"
On the other hand, Wang Shilin was not only okay, but his face was full of excitement. He laughed wildly, accelerated and rushed out, clenched his fists, and was ready to completely defeat Chu Tian!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
However, the moment the ninth breath came, seven muffled sounds came from his body.
One sound is louder than the other, each sound is more amazing than the other, and each sound is more shocking than the other!
"Ahh..."
When the seventh muffled sound came out, Wang Shilin screamed and vomited blood in his mouth. The intense excitement on his face turned into extreme pain in an instant.
He completely lost his ability to stay in the air and fell to the ground uncontrollably!
"Damn it, it's Qixuanmen's Seven Killing Fists!"
When Wang Shicong in the distance saw this scene, his face turned cold and he cursed.
He never expected it!
His younger brother Wang Shilin, with amazing talent and unparalleled strength, was defeated by one punch from his opponent!
boom!
The moment Wang Shilin screamed in defeat, the tenth breath suddenly arrived, and the colorful hand holding Chutian suddenly began to release wisps of colorful light.
"Boy, if you want to sit still and daydream, come down here!"
However, at this moment, a loud roar suddenly came from Yang Zhihui's mouth not far away!
He raised his left hand, spread his fingers, and with a flash of light in his hand, he grasped a large black bow out of thin air. It was vigorous and simple, and he used his right hand to pull the bowstring back to the full moon.
Buzz!
In an instant, there was a buzzing sound, and a sharp black arrow half a foot long appeared automatically. The tip of the arrow was aimed at Chutian. As Yang Zhihui released his fingers, it shot out violently!
Whoosh... boom!
The moment the black sharp arrow was shot, it was surrounded by the power of heaven and thunderous. It only took a third of the blink of an eye to cross the void and hit Chu Tian's eyes hard!