The first thousand three hundred and twenty-nine chapters of the power of cutting mountains
The world shook as the Geshan demon punched, and the entire space was distorted. Even with the king's power suppressing it, cracks still appeared all around.
These cracks heal quickly after they appear, and the process repeats.
As soon as Zi Chen appeared, he saw the punch in front of him and could only block it with his sword.
Bang!
As the punch landed, shock ripples spread out in all directions, and Zi Chen's body slashed backwards.
The king never took action, and he said from a distance: "The reason why your methods are so clever is that you rely on sharp weapons to catch them by surprise. Once you know your methods, in a head-on confrontation, you are just a saint after all!
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There was a confident smile on his face. He was just a saint, but it was not enough for him to unite with five demons to take action.
The men who came here with him raised both fists, and this time the attack was even more powerful, almost completely locking Zi Chen.
Zi Chen was retreating, but he couldn't avoid it.
boom!
The fist fell in front of him, knocking him away again.
Wang shook his head. This was boring. He thought he could still struggle a few more times.
Suddenly, a change occurred, a black spot appeared in the sky, and a third black stone appeared.
Blackstone's surprise was fatal. His expression changed and he wanted to provide support, but it was already too late.
The Geshan demon was caught off guard. The moment he staggered, Zi Chen came with a sword and brought down the sword.
Under this magical weapon, the unresponsive Geshan demon was directly beheaded.
"Damn it!"
Wang cursed, but his eyes were fixed on the sword, "It doesn't seem to be weaker than Geqing's sword. I'm pretty lucky this time."
He was ready to take action, because the opponent held three black stones, which would be very disadvantageous to other Geshan demons.
Just as soon as his body moved, Zi Chen in the air disappeared.
The next moment, he used two swords in a row and killed the two Geshan people one after another.
Wang was slightly startled, and then he saw clearly that there were four black stones in total.
As a result, of the few men he brought, only the last two were left.
Fortunately, in a two-on-one situation, the two of them had a clear upper hand.
Wang's face gradually darkened, and he climbed up step by step.
The other creatures in this world seemed to be stupid. This was too exciting. It was just a holy lord, and killing demons was as easy as cutting melons and grass.
"It's that sword. It's an amazing weapon. It's so sharp. Not just him, but everyone holding it has such power."
A saint murmured, looking at the sword in Zi Chen's hand with envy in his eyes.
If he had the same weapon, he would be the one standing in the sky and attracting attention right now.
The king came directly opposite Zi Chen. Zi Chen summoned four black stones to be placed in all directions, surrounding the two of them.
"You've hidden it well enough." Wang sneered, releasing the pressure around him.
The long sword in Zi Chen's hand held a ferocious aura to block the pressure, and then he said: "It's inconvenient to fight here, let's go outside to fight!"
After saying that, the four black stones began to rotate at high speed, forming an absolute space. The next moment, the two of them disappeared from this world.
The pressure that previously belonged to the king disappeared again, and the saints were saved again.
But what they wanted was not to escape immediately, but to look at the dead demons, their eyes flashing.
"You idiots, you really won't shed tears until you see the coffin. You have to kill them all to feel at ease?"
The voice of the Demon Refining King came from the sky. He was originally being chased and beaten by two Geshan demons, but suddenly he turned around and his body expanded tenfold again.
Feeling the more violent aura, the expressions of the two demons suddenly changed. Then, the terrifying aura hit, and the Demon Refining King opened his mouth and swallowed the two Geshan demons.
The saints looked at this scene with their eyes a little straight. Could it be that this guy is pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger?
"Back then, even Geshan couldn't find me. Do you really think I'm a fool?"
The Demon Refining King quickly approached and took away the corpses of the demons killed by Zi Chen. He also killed a few courageous saints along the way.
It doesn't matter which camp the opponent is in, it will always kill them.
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In the sky, Zi Chen and Wang were surrounded by four rocks and found themselves in a unique space.
"A fight to the death!"
Zi Chen held a long sword in his hand and looked at the king with cold words, "Whoever survives will get out!"
"Needless to say, of course it's my job!"
Wang from the Geshan Realm smiled coldly, and a huge shadow appeared behind him. It was an eagle with extremely sharp eyes, staring at Zi Chen.
Zi Chen felt a sting in his eyes and closed his eyes subconsciously.
"Do you think you'll be fine if you close your eyes? This is my natal magical power, specifically designed to attack the soul. If you have other means, you may still be able to survive, but if you just rely on these external objects, you will definitely die."
There was a real attack, flying out of the eagle's eyes, like two sharp swords, ignoring Zi Chen's defense and sinking directly into Zi Chen's sea of consciousness.
The devil's soul attack is truly extraordinary.
Blood immediately overflowed from Zi Chen's seven orifices, but his closed eyes slowly opened.
There were tears of blood shed.
Wang, who had always been calm and confident, was shocked and said in a voiceless voice: "Impossible! How can you, a mere saint, block my divine power?"
If it had been anyone else, he might not have been able to stop it, but Zi Chen's soul is known as the strongest soul in the world. Even if the two sides were one level apart, they still managed to withstand this attack.
"Come again!"
Wang seemed to sense something was wrong with Zi Chen's state, and struck again, this time using two strikes in succession. The shadow of the giant eagle behind him became obviously dim.
The number of such attacks would be huge, and the drain on his soul would be huge.
Zi Chen's body was shaking, and more blood flowed out of his seven orifices, but he still stood.
Wang was shocked and had to admit that the other party had a soul as powerful as his.
He began to look at the other person squarely.
"Your attack is over, it's my turn!"
Zi Chen raised his arm and wiped the blood from his eyes, "I have one move, and only one move. If you don't die, then I will!"
After speaking, he waved his hand, and the surrounding stones changed and turned into real stone peaks, standing there.
Looking at these mountains, Wang's expression changed, as if he remembered something.
Zi Chen held the sword with both hands, and the surging energy in his body was poured into the long sword. At this moment, he no longer concealed his breath, and all his strength attributes were displayed, and golden thunder enveloped the long sword.
Wang's eyes widened in disbelief.
Under the full force of the movement, the long sword in Zi Chen's hand also changed and turned into a knife.
There was a hint of fear in Wang's eyes, and he exclaimed, "Liu Duandao, you are Zi Chen!"