Hundreds of meters away, Mrs. Wang was extremely shocked!
He looked at the topography that had been completely changed by the impact of the air wave, at the center of the battlefield filled with smoke and dust, at the extremely embarrassed Nether Sect two people, and at the majestic young man in purple robe.
All this is subverting his cognition.
The warriors from the day after tomorrow suppress the warriors from the innate world??!
Or one-on-two??
For a moment, Mr. Wang even wondered if he was dreaming.
However, the constant pain in his body reminded him all the time.
This is all true!
Thinking of the battle scene just now, Mrs. Wang couldn't help but murmured: "Isn't this too perverted?!"
Even if you are a true disciple of Huashan, even if you are a master in the rankings, even if you are extremely talented.
But isn't this too perverted?
"Or am I getting old?"
Mr. Wang, who has always aimed to become a world master, is proactive and has an extremely young mentality. He never thinks that he is old.
Although he is nearly eighty years old, compared with other great masters in the world, he is indeed not that old.
but.
Seeing this scene in front of him, Mr. Wang really felt that he was old at this moment.
It's not that I'm old in terms of age, it's a feeling of not being able to keep up with the times.
He almost killed his powerful enemy, but was easily defeated by a seventeen-year-old boy.
After nearly eighty years of hard work, it is still not as good as what others have achieved in more than ten years.
This huge contrast really tests people's psychological endurance.
Thinking of this, Mrs. Wang smiled bitterly and looked at the battlefield in the distance.
Anyway.
It seemed that his life was saved.
…
In the center of the battlefield, Chen Xinzhu slowly walked towards the old man in black robe not far away, gently waving the purple sword in his hand.
"I'm curious, what is the specific goal of your Netherworld Cult? Can you tell me?"
Looking at the young man in purple robe walking slowly towards him, the old man in black robe slowly stood up straight, stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said in a mocking tone.
"I told you, can you let me go?"
"Of course not, but I can give you a pleasure." Chen Xinzhu kept walking and replied in a calm tone.
Hearing this, the old man in black robe had expected it, but he still couldn't help but feel a little despair in his heart.
It seems that I am really going to die this time...
Thinking of this, the ferocious face of the old man in black robe became more ferocious, like an evil ghost from hell.
Looking at Chen Xinzhu, he said with an extremely sinister tone.
"Kid, don't be complacent. I'll be waiting for you in hell..."
Boom!
Before the old man in black robe finished speaking, a thunderous sound suddenly came from the distant sky.
Chen Xinzhu quickly turned around and looked around, only to see purple light, blood light, dim light, and green light coming from afar in the sky due north.
My mind was shaken!
Chen Xinzhu suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.
This is……
"Hahahaha, it's started, it's started!"
Seeing this scene, the old man in black robe not far away burst into laughter with joy.
Hearing this, Chen Xinzhu tensed up, turned to look at him quickly, and asked in an extremely cold tone.
"What the hell is your Nether Cult doing?"
The old man in black robe was laughing non-stop, but he looked more like an evil ghost.
Turning to look at Chen Xinzhu, the old man in black robe said with great excitement.
"It's over, your Huashan faction is over."
Hearing this, Chen Xinzhu's bad premonition intensified and he just wanted to speak.
But I heard the old man in black robe continue to say: "I know you won't let us go, but we are just taking a step first, and you will come to accompany us soon. Hahaha..."
Having said this, the old man in black robe paused, looked at Chen Xinzhu, and said with an extremely mocking tone.
"Since you are going to die, don't think about what information we will tell you. Just guess it yourself! Hahaha..."
He knew that the Nether Cult duo in front of him would not tell him any more information, and he also had no time to waste here.
Let’s not talk about emergencies in the distance, let’s talk about the surrounding mountains and forests.
Including more than a dozen of his junior brothers and sisters, there are many people in danger.
Thinking of this, Chen Xinzhu calmed down.
Looking at the old man in black robe not far away, Chen Xinzhu said with an extremely cold tone.
"If that's the case, then go die!"
Before he finished speaking, Chen Xinzhu's figure disappeared instantly.
Clang!
A crisp sword sound sounded.
Mr. Wang, who was hundreds of meters away, only saw a flash of purple sword light, and then saw Chen Xinzhu's figure appearing dozens of meters behind the two of them.
Clang!
The purple-robed boy put his sword back into its sheath!
Seeing this scene, Mrs. Wang was shocked.
it's over??!
Thinking of this, Mrs. Wang quickly looked at the two Nether Sect members hundreds of meters away and looked at them carefully.
The center of the battlefield.
The old man in black robe was also a little confused.
what happens?
He saw the purple sword light and was ready to die, but why didn't he die yet?
And nothing happened?
Could it be that the target of this sword is not me?
Thinking of this, the old man in black robe wanted to turn around and take a look at the situation of the old man with white hair.
but.
His neck turned just a little bit...
puff!
In an instant, blood splattered everywhere.
The big and ferocious head of the old man in black robe rolled completely to the ground, stained with dust.
Above the neck, the incision is extremely smooth...
Seeing this scene, the white-haired old man not far away was startled and moved his neck slightly...
puff!
Red fireworks bloom instantly.
The white-haired old man also followed in the footsteps of the black-robed old man.
At this point, the two innate altar masters of the Nether Sect have all fallen...
A few hundred meters away, Mrs. Wang's heart was beating fast. He was also shocked by this turn of events.
What kind of swordsmanship is this??
Somewhat scary!
Chen Xinzhu turned around and glanced at the two corpses on the ground, sighing in his heart.
“I didn’t expect it to actually happen.”
In fact, the move just now was Chen Xinzhu's own sword move based on a comic he read in his previous life.
It is a delayed sword skill that uses extraordinary sharpness to make people unable to notice that they have been struck. Only when the person being beheaded performs certain strength and movements does the damage appear.
Although most of the time this sword skill is useless, under certain circumstances, this sword skill has unimaginable effects.
In addition, this sword technique also comes with a relatively obvious specific effect.
Pretend!
…
Of course, what Chen Xinzhu can do now is still relatively limited.
As long as the person being beheaded touches the wound even slightly, the injury will explode instantly.
Looking at the corpse on the ground, Chen Xinzhu shook his head, somewhat dissatisfied.
"You still need to continue practicing."
Just then.
"Brother!"
Suddenly a familiar shout came from the distance, and the voice was full of excitement and excitement.
A young swordsman in a green robe swept out from the distant mountain forest and quickly headed towards the center of the battlefield.
It was Xue Jiang, a disciple of the inner sect of Huashan who was very familiar to Chen Xinzhu.