When the Zixia Sword Qi in the body was fully activated, the Zixu Sword was instantly unsheathed and slashed out with one strike!
Violent~
A loud and clear cry of the Nine Heavenly Eagle echoed throughout the entire venue.
Accompanied by the cry of the eagle, a dazzling purple light suddenly appeared.
The Zixia sword energy that Chen Xinzhu slashed instantly turned into an unusually handsome purple eagle.
The purple condor spread its wings, rolled up a hurricane of spiritual energy that filled the sky, and slammed into the incoming pitch-black sword energy.
Whoosh!
Wherever the purple condor passed, the air seemed to be pierced, and there was a dense sound of breaking through the air.
now.
Even if there is a hill in front of you, the purple condor can crush it to pieces.
Soon, the purple condor ran into the dark and silent pitch-black sword energy.
All of a sudden.
The air was quiet.
Boom!!!
In a deafening explosion, the purple condor and the pitch-black saber energy were simultaneously extinguished.
The next moment!
The impact air wave, like a flash flood, suddenly spread and rolled away in all directions.
Not far away, Chen Xinzhu looked calm.
A stream of lavender energy flowed slowly around him, and all the incoming air waves were isolated from the air flow, and could not get close at all.
On the contrary, the white-haired old man from Nether Sect looked a little embarrassed.
His Netherworld Ghost Slashing move is the Netherworld Sect's superior sword technique second only to the Zhenjiao's secret technique. It is unparalleled in power and contains a hint of Netherworld's true meaning.
It can be said that it is only one step away from the ultimate skill.
However, it was not easy for the white-haired old man to use this move at all.
The consumption of Xiantian Qi was second, but this Netherworld Ghost Killing move consumed the most of his mental power.
After slashing out with the knife, he was already a little dizzy and even standing a little unsteady.
It's obvious that he can no longer fight in a short period of time, let's not talk about that for now.
The white-haired old man didn't even have the energy to resist the oncoming air waves.
Bang!
The impact air wave hit him hard, and the white-haired old man flew backwards for the second time.
However, the injuries he suffered this time were far more serious than the first time.
There is absolutely no energy left to adjust the body posture.
puff!
Flying hundreds of meters upside down, the white-haired old man hit the ground heavily, splashing dust all over the ground.
His body moved slightly, and the white-haired old man couldn't help opening his mouth and spitting out several mouthfuls of blood.
There were dots of bright red everywhere on the clothes and on the ground.
It was really embarrassing.
However, the old man in black robe no longer had the energy to pay attention to the tragic situation of the white-haired old man.
The moment he saw the two people's killing moves being wiped out at the same time, he took action without hesitation.
At that moment.
The figure of the old man in black robe disappeared instantly, facing the impact of the air wave, and his figure appeared in front of Chen Xinzhu like a ghost.
A gloomy black light emanated from his body, resembling the flames of hell.
Blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, and the old man in black robe looked extremely ferocious, like an evil ghost from hell.
Regarding the horror of secret knowledge, the old man in black robe knew better than Chen Xinzhu.
Therefore, he did not dare to have any reservations at all.
As soon as he took action, he used the Nether Cult's desperate move.
Even if there are endless troubles, we won’t hesitate!
Looking at the old man in black robes burning with dark flames in front of him, he looked at the black knife wrapped in black flames in his hand.
Chen Xinzhu also sighed in his heart.
As expected of a man in the devil's way, he will never hesitate when it's time to be ruthless.
At this moment, he really felt threatened by the black knife.
but……
It's just a trace.
Speaking of which, the old man in black robes indeed has a wealth of combat experience.
If it were another person, it would probably be difficult to take one person's killing move and then immediately take another person's killing move.
It will take some time to recover.
This little time difference was perfectly grasped by the old man in black robe.
but.
What the old man in black robe didn't know was that Chen Xinzhu didn't use all his strength with the sword just now.
If you have some energy left, you won't need to regain your energy.
Looking at the black knife that was slashing horizontally, Chen Xinzhu's expression did not change at all.
The Purple Void Sword in his hand flashed with purple light, and it was instantly sheathed and unsheathed!
Done in one go!
In an instant, black light and purple light collided.
clang!
As the swords struck each other, a huge sound of gold and iron spread far away.
At the same time, a huge impact air wave was generated again, spreading in all directions.
Boom!
This mountain forest was once again ravaged, and countless trees and rocks were broken by the air waves.
puff!
The old man in black robe couldn't help opening his mouth and spitting out a large mouthful of blood.
But as soon as the blood came out, it was crushed to pieces by the sword energy and true energy that collided between the two people.
Looking from a distance, centered on the point where the two swords touched each other, the purple sword energy and the black energy were divided into two, each occupying half of the sky.
Chen Xinzhu was a little surprised. He could feel that the innate true energy of the old man in black robe seemed to have become stronger.
It seems to have become even richer than the white-haired old man's innate vitality.
Before that, it should have been the other way around, right?
However, looking at the face of the old man in black robe becoming more and more ferocious, and looking at the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.
Chen Xinzhu can also guess the general situation.
This black-robed old man from the Nether Sect probably used a desperate move that cost a lot of money.
It's completely overdrafting the body in exchange for short-term strength...
Seeing Chen Xinzhu's expression, the old man in black robe seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and said in a somewhat crazy tone.
"You guessed it right, I just used this sect's desperate move."
At this point, the old man in black robe paused, stared at Chen Xinzhu fiercely, and continued in an extremely gloomy tone.
"Now that the true energy in my body has been greatly improved, how can you beat me in a true energy competition? When the sword energy in your body is exhausted, it will be your death!"
As soon as he said this, the old man in black robe couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood again.
Seeing this scene, Chen Xinzhu chuckled and mocked in a calm tone.
"Your body doesn't look very good. Can you hold on until then?"
"Huh, don't worry about it." The old man in black robe said with a gloomy face.
"Yeah?"
After glancing at the white-haired old man who was meditating to heal his injuries not far away, Chen Xinzhu said in a calm tone.
"Then I'm really sorry, I won't continue this boring game with you."
After the words fell, the purple light in Chen Xinzhu's Zixu Sword flourished, instantly overwhelming the black light.
The old man in black robe was shocked.
But before he could react, a raging force suddenly surged from the Zixu Sword.
The black knife in his hand was violently swung away, and the old man in black robe was shaken and flew up again.
puff!
Feeling the chaotic internal organs in mid-air, the old man in black robe couldn't help but spit out several large mouthfuls of blood.
After flying hundreds of meters upside down, the old man in black robe landed heavily.
After retreating ten steps in a row, leaving footprints several inches deep on the ground, the old man in black robe and black sword stood still, and finally stood firm.
puff!
The black-robed old man's chest trembled violently, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood again.
Raising his head tremblingly, the old man in black robe looked at the young man in purple robe who was walking slowly in the distance, feeling extremely desperate.