Chapter 706: One Man Fights Twelve Domination
On the Saint Monument, the countdown has turned into a moon shadow, three feet long, rotating slowly, and every inch it rotates, it becomes shorter by one minute, until the moon shadow completely disappears , the time is up!
Xin Zhuo stood in front of the saint's monument, with the Tianwu Sword inserted beside him.
He didn’t know what he was thinking. He was not a good man. He just felt that his fate, the fate of Zhao Yizhu, the fate of his fellow disciples and the fate of thousands of warriors must not be teased like this. .
In particular, this may be a forbidden area for Da Luo. Old Ghost Dongfang is a master of Da Luo and has a close relationship with the Jiang family.
I'm very unhappy!
"Rust, rustle..."
Fleeing warriors came quickly from all around, breathing rapidly and uneasily.
They have received the notice from Nangong Wentian and others. For them who have no way to escape, this is tantamount to a chance of life coming from the sky. Regardless of whether it is unrealistic or unreliable, they have no choice. If you are killed, it is better to grab this life-saving straw and give it a try.
So, they carefully gathered around Xin Zhuo.
Later, more and more people came from eighteen sects, other sects and casual cultivators from far away, men, women, old men, old women...
I don’t know who was the first to bow to Xin Zhuo, Then everyone paid homage.
Until Nangong Wentian, Zhang Jiuying and others arrived, Zhao Yizhu also fell beside Xin Zhuo in white clothes, and almost all the living people in the thousands of miles of mountains and forests had arrived.
There are now less than 200 people. Thinking about the more than 2,000 people at the beginning, now there is only one out of ten. Warriors pursue extraordinary power, but the mortality rate is so high that it is even unreasonable.
"Little Junior Brother..."
Nangong Wentian approached carefully.
Xin Zhuo waved his hand to stop him and turned to look into the distance, where twelve figures were slowly approaching——
Bai Zong, Tianxie Qiya, Ghost Green Sanyangnu and Kedun, Deng Shanling, Nie Shenghuan, Chen Changsheng, Wu Yingyue, Mo Gong Xiao Luban and others.
The twelve figures were all filled with murderous aura, as if they were walking out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, their eyes still filled with the rage after killing countless people.
“Senior Brother Xin!”
"Master Xin, please make the decision!"
The remaining two hundred or so people were almost frightened and slowly leaned behind Xin Zhuo.
Zhao Yizhu also stood beside Xin Zhuo and looked at him: "Ahe?"
Xin Zhuo didn't make a sound, just looked at the twelve people opposite.
Qi Ya, Deng Shanling and the other twelve people glanced at the dwindling countdown and the group of warriors on the Saint Monument, and then looked at Xin Zhuo, with a trace of doubt on their faces.
They couldn't hide the fluctuations of fighting in the ninth level of Lingtai. They naturally knew about the deaths of Xie Wujiang, Feilai and Ximen Chuiyu. Xin Zhuo ordered to notify all remaining warriors to gather at the Saint Monument, and they did not stop them.
They just thought that Xin Zhuo, the 16th Lingtai Ninth Level Master, should have used lies to deceive all the remaining warriors into gathering together and then catch them all.
To be honest, this is a clever idea!
It would be very difficult if the remaining warriors were allowed to run around.
But at this time, Xin Zhuo had no intention of taking action, which was very puzzling.
"Congratulations to Junior Brother Xin for entering the Ninth Level of Lingtai!"
Bai Zong took two steps forward with a spring-breathing smile on his face. There was no trace of the fact that he had killed many warriors before, including his fellow disciples. Before entering the forbidden area, he said indifferently: "If you don't take action now, then when will you wait?" He looked at Xin Zhuo in surprise.
Xin Zhuo did not have any mood swings, but said to everyone calmly: "Destroy the Saint Monument and everyone can get out. This is the last chance, believe me!"
The expressions on the faces of the two hundred warriors softened slightly, and they subconsciously looked at the Saint Monument.
The expressions of the twelve Bai Zong people turned gloomy.
To them, Xin Zhuo's words were pure nonsense. The Saint Monument is the main formation in the Qianli Mountain Forest. It is very important. Once it is broken, no one knows what will happen. What if there is a warrior here? Who can bear it if they are all wiped out?
As long as we kill all the warriors except the last ten, we will not be in danger of death and can inherit the inheritance. Why do we believe your false statement? Just ridiculous. Deng Shanling thought for a moment, blinked Shan Feng's eyes and asked, "Does Master Xin have any evidence?"
Xin Zhuo shook his head: "No!"
He really had no basis and couldn't explain it.
"Hahaha..."
Bai Zong seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, laughing up to the sky, and after a while he pointed to Xin Zhuo: "You boy, you know me What do you hate most about you? You are self-righteous, you think you are smart, you always seem to have wisdom, you are respected by everyone, you want to be a hero, you want to be the benefactor of the Eighteen Sects! >You never care about the life and death of others. You are so annoying like this. You are such a bastard and a despicable bitch. I want to strangle you to death."
Xin Zhuo chuckled and did not refute. He just looked at him with a dead look.
This made Bai Zong furious.
"The time is coming. Xin Zhuo is conspiring with us today and is also the person who must be killed. Why bother talking nonsense with him!"
Qi Ya, a wild young man from Tianxie Sect who is dressed in wolf skin and is full of wildness. , jumped into the air, and said coldly: "Bai Zong, Nie Shenghuan, Chen Changsheng and Wu Yingyue, you wait to kill Xin Zhuo, and the rest will follow me to kill all the weapons here..."
"Buzz— —”
Before he finished speaking, a dagger covered with cloud patterns lay across the air.
Xin Zhuo looked directly at Qiya and said word by word: "Four people can't do it. It's best for twelve of you to come together. I only give you one chance. You only have the last thirty breaths, so don't waste it."
The surroundings suddenly became deathly quiet!
“Ahe!”
Zhao Yizhu couldn’t help but step forward and hold his hand.
Nangong Wentian, Zhang Jiuying, He Lianyou, Su Liuli and other two hundred people were extremely worried at this moment, and they couldn't help but be dumbfounded after hearing this.
A pair of twelve in the same situation?
These twelve masters are not ordinary Lingtai masters, they are all top masters among the younger generation of the good and evil sects of one side.
How confident is this?
Qi Ya frowned, seeming to find this kind of words very offensive and ignorant, with a murderous look in his eyes.
The eyes of Deng Shanling, Nie Shenghuan and others became extremely sharp.
"Xin Zhuo, you are so arrogant to death!"
Bai Zong couldn't bear it anymore. The Ancient Ming Jinghong Sword in his hand drew a subtle arc, curling up a thousand-foot-long sword light. With just one hand gesture, More than two hundred warriors were frightened.
Xin Zhuo stopped talking, and his body suddenly took on the dazzling spirit of the ninth level of the Lingtai. It was as ferocious as a wild beast, and the tenth level of strength came out without any reservation.
The two hundred warriors behind him could not help but be swayed far away.
Then he jumped into the air, held the Tianwu Sword, and looked directly at the twelve people opposite: "There are still twenty-eight breaths left!"
His eyes became particularly cold and sharp. He, Xin Zhuo, wants to let everyone go today. This has nothing to do with mercy, just because I am happy!
He tried the methods of Xie Wujiang and the others. These people were not much stronger than the three of them. He wanted to try his own limit.
His opponents have never been the people in front of him.
Twelve people including Qiya, Sanyangnu, Deng Shanling and others do not want to delay any longer. There is indeed only twenty-eight breaths left. They need to kill Xin Zhuo and 200 people in the shortest possible time. Warriors, we have to sort out the last ten!
This is extremely urgent.
"Kill!"
"Swish, swish, swish..."
Twelve figures rolled up the extremely violent power of Tai Chi, surrounding Xin Zhuo, and their killing martial arts and supernatural powers were like The angry sea waves caused hundreds of miles of fluctuations in an instant.
Not far away, Nangong Wentian, Zhang Jiuying and nearly 200 people retreated again and again, all with shocked and uncertain expressions. They could no longer understand Xin Zhuo's thoughts, and even felt that it was unreliable!
Only Zhao Yizhu’s green jade fingers on his right hand are curled up, as if to make a move at any time.
(End of this chapter)