I don't know what is going on now. The sword he slashed just now must have been slashed out, right?
But if it was really executed, why didn't it cause any waves?
Could it be that a monk in the early stage of becoming a saint could actually quietly resolve his sword?
This is the all-powerful sword of the Holy Saint, not just throwing a marble or a stone.
It was a full-strength sword that contained a holy early stage and contained the laws of the great road!
"Yes, it should be because I didn't kill him, right?" Meng Long himself was a little unsure. He looked at Wang Shuo and fell into a brief silence!
Among these people, the most shocking ones are undoubtedly Qian Yisen and Qian Yu. They watched their seniors resolve this sword with their own eyes. Just look at their trembling feet to see how terrifying this sword is.
The two of them almost collapsed on the ground in fear just now, but it was so terrifying that a sword attack could make people weak in their legs.
But the senior in front of him raised his hand and resolved it.
This is too terrifying. How did this senior do it?
He raised his hand and neutralized the Holy Monk's full sword blow? No one would believe it if he told it, right?
Meng Long clenched his teeth, took a deep look at Wang Shuo, and raised his sword again. The great law condensed on the sword was a bit more terrifying than last time, and he slashed at Wang Shuo's body.
fall!
He was sure that he had thrown this sword away.
Never go wrong.
Normally, this sword would be enough to crush and crush the three people in front of me. Even the space in front of me would be chopped into pieces with one sword!
These three people will definitely die!
He opened his eyes wide and stared hard in front of him, never allowing any more accidents to happen.
There is absolutely no way these three people can stop him!
Boom~
In the roaring explosion of sword light, it wasn't just Meng Long.
There were other men in black robes, also staring at this sword.
The aura contained in this sword would be cold to the eyes of a saint, let alone a saint.
The mistake just made will not happen again, right?
The sword light is getting closer and closer...
He was in front of Wang Shuo almost in the blink of an eye.
The figure didn't even move, but gently raised his hand and placed it on the sword light.
Just like that, the space collapsed.
This sword slashed into the void and disappeared in an instant!
It's like... nothing happened.
The nothingness disappeared, the sword disappeared, and all the fluctuations... disappeared again!
Seeing this scene, Meng Long felt his heart beat with fear, his eyes were as wide as bells, and he looked at Wang Shuo as if he had seen a ghost.
This person is definitely not in the early stage of a saint, he is definitely hiding his cultivation!
In fact, Meng Long wrongly blamed Wang Shuo. He did not hide his cultivation.
His true cultivation of law is indeed that of an early saint.
There are just three avenues.
If the three avenues were to attack together, not to mention tearing apart the space, even the star realm might not be able to withstand it.
"Who...are you?" Meng Long's voice was a little deep.
All those who enter the Holy Queen will be inquired by the Holy Soul Palace. When this person enters the Holy Soul Late Stage, he will be personally invited by the Holy Soul Palace to enter the Holy Soul Palace and serve as the temple master.
There are many branch halls in the Holy Soul Palace, and the master of each branch hall is a late-stage Holy Saint.
As for the monks who are lower than the late Saints, nine out of ten are the descendants of those former Saints. The relationship between them is intricate and complicated, and the influence of one hair can affect the whole body.
Moreover, they account for almost all the manpower in the Holy Soul Palace, so there are very few outside monks who are below the late stage of the Holy Spirit and can occupy a position in the Holy Soul Palace.
Because the late period of the Holy Saint is almost a watershed, very different.
At that time, Great Sage Yu had just entered the late stage of the Holy Saint. He was only one step away from reaching the peak of the Holy Spirit and began to fight against the Holy Soul Palace.
In the end, when Yu Dasheng broke through to the Holy Peak, he was attacked by the Holy Soul Palace. An arm was left behind, which was placed on the altar of the Holy Soul Palace and imprisoned with special spells to restrict Yu Dasheng from growing his arm again.
It can be said that as long as this arm is still in the Holy Soul Palace, Yu Dasheng will not be able to grow an arm again unless Yu Dasheng can get this arm back!
But after the arm was lost, it never appeared again.
It was as if the world had evaporated. Only the higher-ups of the Holy Soul Palace knew the final secret. They, the young men, were not qualified to know these secrets.
"The person who wants your...life." Wang Shuo exhaled slowly, tore apart the space with his bare hands, stepped in, and the next second, he was already behind Meng Long.
That hand was lightly placed on Meng Long's neck, but this release made Meng Long feel cold all over, giving him the illusion of being in an abyss.
The aura contained in that hand is terrifying and suffocating!
He had never felt this thin before.
What on earth is going on with this person?
The other monks also swallowed their saliva, looked at Wang Shuo, and subconsciously took a step back.
Wang Shuo's hand also squeezed it at this moment.
Crisp sound.
Bones crack.
It reached everyone's ears. With this pinch, all the bones in Meng Long's neck... shattered.
Meng Long, who was extremely arrogant before, his eyes were constantly trembling, and his eyes were smart and gradually becoming more and more interesting.
A trace of bright red blood slowly flowed from his mouth. As Wang Shuo's hand loosened, Meng Long went limp to the ground. His body began to weather at an extremely fast speed, and eventually turned into a puddle of meat powder, which was scattered all over the ground.
In this grasp, Wang Shuo injected many laws of attack into it, including curses, erosion, killing, and many more...
Not only did it pinch Meng Long's bones to death, but in that moment, it swallowed up all of Meng Long's vitality and internal organs.
The moment he was caught by Wang Shuo, Meng Long was actually dead.
Crushing bones was just something he did casually.
The surrounding black-robed monks kept retreating. Finally, someone couldn't hold it anymore and shouted loudly: "Look for the palace master! This man... kill the leader and find the palace master. The palace master will definitely kill him!"
In fact, Palace Master Cheng had already noticed something strange here. In the sky, Palace Master Cheng looked at Wang Shuo and frowned. He always felt that this middle-aged man was a bit familiar, but he couldn't recognize who this person was.
!
What the hell is going on with this guy!
This feeling is very familiar!
He definitely knows him, and he can confirm that he can't beat this person!
Wang Shuo...
A name appeared in my mind, that Taoist in green robe, the Taoist who always smiled.
Didn't he leave? Is this person really Wang Shuo?
This feeling is very similar to Wang Shuo.
Apart from this person, he really couldn't guess who it was.
If it were Wang Shuo, he could definitely say that he couldn't beat him!
He won't fight, he may even turn around and run away, and then think of a way, or set up an ambush, to kill someone in other ways!