In the distance, Shen Fusheng's Haoran Zhengqi wheel was shattered, and his blood marrow returned to dormancy in his body.
Xiang Minggong and Deng Guanlou both believed that the Haoran Zhengqi Wheel was the weapon of natural selection, so after destroying the Haoran Zhengqi Wheel, they did not continue to kill Shen Fusheng.
Of course, the two of them didn't want to be entangled with an ant endlessly.
Hearing the deep voice in the distance, Shen Fusheng's heart skipped a beat and his palms trembled.
Failed!
Jing Qingsu failed in the end.
Zhao Chu, the beast that couldn't be trapped, finally came.
well!
A punch hit the ground and Shen Fusheng almost suffocated.
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"Shaozong!"
In the distance, the elders who had melted their vitality looked at each other in shock.
Can't stop it!
In the end, Jing Qingsu failed to stop Zhao Chu from dying.
"Shaozong, please go."
"Young Master, run away quickly, the further away the better!"
"Young Master, what are you doing now?"
Duan Xuehan and Ku Yunjin beat their chests and stamped their feet, trembling with anger.
…
"Um?"
"The eleven disciples of Qing Jie are really interesting."
Luo Guangliu slightly raised his bamboo hat and looked into the distance.
The void was twisted like a ghost face, as if a huge beast tied up in the sky by countless iron chains finally broke the imprisonment all over its body and fell out.
Under the shadow of the giant beast, a figure in black robes walked slowly with his head lowered.
He didn't walk fast.
That's right.
No one could understand what his thin shoulders were carrying.
…
"The breath is strong and the pace is steady."
"Although he is only in the golden elixir realm, he has already broken through the golden elixir limit. He can kill the Nascent Soul."
"The eleven disciples of Qing Jie, you are the strongest golden elixir I have ever seen, bar none!"
King Yueluo twitched his ears and frowned slightly.
…
step!
Mountains and rivers split.
step!
Grass and trees are flying.
step!
All beasts kneel down.
…
A few breaths.
The twisted young figure walked over slowly.
His black hair was flying, his handsome face was terrifyingly calm.
Like a bottomless well, or like a stubborn rock that has been beaten by wind and rain for thousands of years, his expression is always so calm.
The calmer he became, the more murderous aura surged in Zhao Chu's heart.
…
Duan Xuehan, Duan Xuelin, Ku Yishu, Ku Yunjin...
Ji Dongyuan, Liu Yueyue, Fang Sanwan, He Jianggui...
There are also many elders who used to have fun over wine...
All the elements have dissolved by themselves.
They almost spent their lives to resist the two demons.
And how can I escape?
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"Third brother, you idiot, have you lost your mind? What are you doing here? Get out of here."
Ji Dongyuan roared angrily and almost stepped forward to bite someone.
"Shaozong, what are you doing here?"
Ku Yunjin's eyes were filled with tears.
…
In the distance, there were some Nascent Souls that did not have self-dissolving elements but were preparing to self-dissolve. They also looked at Zhao Chu in surprise.
Wang Junchen's Yuanqi is special and cannot dissolve itself.
But he was also prepared to fight tooth and nail.
The appearance of Zhao Chu made everyone stunned.
He... really shouldn't be there.
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"Woo!"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
In the Jichi Holy Land camp, Qingxuanle's ability to speak was sealed.
Looking at Zhao Chu's figure, she couldn't help but burst into tears.
Will die!
If you show up, you will definitely die.
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"You are Zhao Chu, the eleventh disciple of Qing Jie!"
Zhao Chu's figure is getting closer and closer.
Just like a huge moving volcano, although it is just a golden elixir, its stern aura is definitely not that of a pig fed with elixirs.
Deng Guanlou squinted his eyes and asked indifferently.
"I thought the eleven disciples of Qing Jie were some kind of person. After working on it for a long time, it turned out that they were just peak golden elixirs. It was ridiculous."
"Those idiots are right, escaping is your path."
Xiang Minggong sneered.
…
"What's the use of talking nonsense!"
"Who comes first?"
"Or...you guys come together!"
Zhao Chu stopped.
The withered sword in his palm shook, and the ground beneath his feet collapsed layer by layer towards the distance.
Killing thoughts!
Zhao Chu's murderous thoughts were like a giant sword that made hundreds of miles of mountains and rivers buzz and tremble.
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"The eleven disciples of Qing Jie, you are too arrogant."
"Deng Guanlou, I'm going to fight first. Don't worry, I won't kill him. You can go later after the elders heal him."
"Our bet remains unchanged!"
Xiang Minggong took a step forward and twisted his neck hard.
"agree!"
Deng Guanlou nodded indifferently.
bet.
It's still time.
Whoever takes less time to defeat the eleven disciples of Qing Jie will win.
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"You're just an ant, I can defeat you with just three moves!"
Boom!
The sky collapsed, Xiangming Palace stepped into the void, and countless worm-like black cracks appeared in that side of the world.
And his body also tore through the layers of space, like a sharp arrow piercing the air.
quick!
Extremely fast.
Xiang Minggong's body is like an arrow from the gods, which seems to be able to shoot through the scorching sun hanging in the sky.
nervous!
Everyone in the audience had their faces frozen, and they couldn't even breathe.
And in the distance.
Zhao Chu raised the withered sword slightly, and he actually... closed his eyes!
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Looking for death?
In the distance, people who saw this scene were shocked.
How dare you close your eyes in the face of such a powerful enemy.
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"This breath?"
King Yueluo's ears twitched.
"To tell the elders, it's down to the smallest detail."
"If this junior has guessed correctly, this Zhao Chu has already understood the art of swordsmanship down to the smallest detail."
Nie Chenxi took a step forward.
As soon as he finished speaking, King Yueluo suddenly turned his head.
dignified!
His face became serious for the first time.
The art of swordsmanship is down to the smallest detail.
Even in the Central Region, there are not many Nascent Soul geniuses who can understand it.
At least, the two people in front of them, neither Xiang Minggong nor Deng Guanlou, have understood the subtle sword.
Win or lose!
It seems less absolute.
…
"Elder, it is a subtle sword."
"This is why this junior insists on finding Zhao Chu. Four years ago, this man was only in the Qi Refining Realm."
"The most terrifying thing about him is his endless potential!"
Qingtianyi took a step forward and whispered in front of Luo Guangliu.
"This boy's potential is truly terrifying!"
Luo Guangliu's eyes turned cold.
really!
Tianyuan treasure veins will inevitably appear by those who rely on great luck.
In this northern realm, a half-step Nascent Soul cannot afford such an adverse fate.
Unlucky ones.
Perhaps, this eleventh disciple of the Blue Tribulation is an unlucky person blessed by luck.
"Fortunately, you are young and energetic and did not hide."
"Otherwise, in another 20 years, I don't know how far you can grow."
"Young people are still reckless after all. Your appearance this time will ruin everything."
Luo Guangliu's eyelids twitched!
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"die!"
A loud roar.
The Yuanqi of Xiangming Palace has cut the space in half.
A huge sword arc descended from the sky, capable of splitting the sun and moon into pieces.
It was this move that broke Shen Fusheng's aura of righteousness.
calm!
Seeing that the huge sword arc was about to fall, Zhao Chu on the opposite side still had that calm expression.
He closed his eyes and seemed to be listening to the sounds of everything.
"The top-grade Yuanqi is indeed extraordinary!"
Feeling the devastating bombardment, Zhao Chu nodded sincerely.
Compared to the Central Region, Nascent Soul in the Northern Realm is really extremely shabby.
The people in the Northern Realm have never seen the crushing from the elemental level, so it is no wonder that they deserve to lose.
…
With this sword, Xiang Minggong was full of confidence.
The high-level elemental weapon, combined with the earth-grade Nascent Soul magical power, is enough to shatter the eleven disciples of the Blue Tribulation into pieces with one sword strike.
Yuan Ying's magical powers can be divided into three categories according to their level.
The strongest is the highest level of heaven.
Next is land quality.
Further down, there are ordinary magical powers cultivated by most of the Nascent Soul.
As for these miserable natives in the Northern Territory, it seems they have never even seen ordinary supernatural powers.
Only those half-steps of natural selection are cultivating an earth-level magical power.
It's a pity that his own qualifications are too poor.
A piece of earth-level magical power suddenly allowed him to cultivate to the level of ordinary level.
The sword in Xiang Minggong's palm was swallowing the pinnacle of earth-grade swords, almost breaking through the strength of heaven-grade magic powers.
Killing a peak golden elixir is like killing a chicken with a magical weapon.
certainly!
In fact, there are some mysterious and mysterious realms above the heavenly level.
For example...be down to the smallest details.
It seems that only the top three experts on the Jintian candidate list can reach this level.
That is beyond the level of Tianpin, and Xiang Minggong is not qualified to think about it yet.
"After you die, remember my name. My name is... Xiang Minggong."
The sword light finally struck Zhao Chu.
In the next breath, this person will be split in half.
Xiang Minggong's face was full of ridicule and ferociousness.
"Eh...what...impossible!"
But then, Xiang Minggong's ridicule was frozen on his face, solidifying into deep shock.
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In the distance, at Jichi Holy Land, someone had already recorded all this with jade slips.
Killing the eleven disciples of Qingjie was supposed to be a major event in the Central Region.
"Eh... it's broken... how is that possible!"
Yuanying, who was in charge of the video, said in surprise.
You know, Xiang Minggong holds a high-level element and displays magical powers that are infinitely close to the heavenly level.
The sword move that was impossible to break was broken like this.
Just do it.
Under the gaze of everyone, Zhao Chu turned his body slightly to one side, and then stabbed calmly with the broken sword in his palm that looked like a joke.
It's like stabbing into a piece of tofu.
Your overwhelming sword energy was instantly shattered into pieces.
The sky was filled with shattered sword light, like stars.
There is no sloppiness.
Then Zhao Chu didn't display any magical powers, not even ordinary magical powers.
It is a calm sword.
Such as basic swordsmanship.
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"Um?"
"Weird!"
Seeing this, Deng Guanlou, who was still watching the show, frowned completely.
As expected, there is nothing simple about the disciples of Qing Jie!
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“Good luck!”
Xiang Minggong flicked his sleeves and fired out another sword energy from his palm.
This time, everyone, including the two natural selections, concentrated and observed Zhao Chu.
If the first sword was luck, then he would definitely not be able to dodge this sword.
pity!
He still turned slightly to one side and waved his sword calmly.
Reality gave Xiang Minggong a slap in the face.
He was so proud that his so-called pinnacle magical power was broken by a sword.
The wind is light and the clouds are light,
…
Don’t believe it!
Xiang Minggong couldn't believe it.
A sword!
Two swords!
Three swords!
…
Ten swords!
Hundred swords!
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One sword after another, the whole world seems to have become a prison where the sword light gathers.
And Zhao Chu is as always.
He closed his eyes slightly and took a leisurely stroll in the world of killing.
Every time at the most lethal place, he could defeat the opponent's sword moves with one strike.
Xiang Minggong's sword is of no use at all.
"Is this the magical power that makes you arrogant?"
"Really, commonplace!"
Xiang Ming Palace has a dry mouth and tongue.
But when he was planning to launch his next move, he felt a pain in his chest.
The bodies of the eleven disciples of Qing Jie flashed at an incredible speed.
Then, the pitifully tattered sword pierced through the 41 defensive magical powers he had deployed.