Chapter 862: Three moves to suppress all
“Kill...”
The sound of drums and horns sounded, and on the Gourd Plain that stretched for hundreds of miles, two "black lines" crashed into one place , and then the sound of fighting broke out everywhere, weapons collided, war horses screamed, and the murderous aura went straight into the sky.
On one side was the powerful Zhou army, and on the other side was the allied army of the Four Nations who had no intention of fighting because all the Wuxian people were captured and their country was destroyed. The war was almost a one-sided massacre.
Xin Zhuo turned a deaf ear and just stood alone in the sky, with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance silently, as if waiting for something.
Behind the Zhou army were an angry-looking Murong Yunxi and a respectful Ji Yu, surrounded by dozens of eunuchs. Xue Ji silently looked at the sky. She understood Xin Zhuo's purpose. He was waiting for someone, waiting for the group of spectators. A saint-level master!
Just waiting so calmly.
She has never understood what she liked about Xin Zhuo, but now she seems to have figured it out. He is good-looking and smart, but he is not afraid at all and dares to kill him even though everyone wants to kill him. Do such crazy things.
He is obviously a little confident, but his arrogance and ignorance cannot be seen. He seems to be different from all the men in the world.
The young master is unparalleled in the world. This is the word that others used to describe Xin Zhuo many years ago.
The killings on the battlefield did not last long. The Allied Forces of the Four Nations really did not have any combat power. After leaving tens of thousands of corpses, the entire army surrendered. Weapons and flags were piled up into a mountain. Looking around, everyone was kneeling down. The royal family, generals and soldiers of the four countries raised their hands high, and the scene was spectacular.
At this moment, a broken ship broke through the sea of clouds, approaching with strong winds and overwhelming pressure.
On the battlefield that stretches for hundreds of miles, countless soldiers are struggling, and they can't help but look up with difficulty.
Behind the Zhou army, the blood-flowing, severely wounded and chained Guizhizi, Bai Qingqing and other Dayan sect disciples were originally disheartened, but now they saw the broken ship, dead silence My heart suddenly burned with ashes, and my eyes were gleaming.
That Guizhizi looked at Xin Zhuo in the sky, gritted his teeth and whispered: "No wonder Xin Zhuo can defeat Junior Brother Chen Fang. He is indeed powerful. He is well-deserved as the number one monster in the day after tomorrow. However, this person is too Tuoda, there are at least six or seven Saint Son-level masters on that ferry, working together to suppress it, what hope does he have?”
Bai Qingqing frowned slightly and sighed: "Xin Zhuo is too weird. When he defeated Junior Brother Chen Fang, he was still the Yuanji Four Forests and the lowest pure spirit source. How could he become so terrifying in such a short period of time? He can support others for a hundred years. Is this a human being? I don’t understand. I think he can run away!" br>
Guizhizi chuckled: "Junior Sister Bai, don't forget, Father Ferry, Holy Son Xiao Jingyi of Huangquan Sect, and Saint Qingxuan of Beiming Mansion are also in Yuanji Liulin. They have the same cultivation level as him, and they are also all Mastered the power of the earth-level origin, especially Xiao Jingyi, the earth-level origin water unicorn. Jiandongtian won the competition with Saint Jianying, overwhelming her opponent. If it weren't for the fact that the super sect didn't have three saints, the lower, middle and upper saints, this person would not be far from the middle saint."
Bai Bu! Qing nodded slightly, relaxed a little, and then suddenly froze——
As soon as the ferrying spirit treasure ship appeared, seven or eight people with overwhelming momentum appeared on the bow. However, Xin Zhuo was not only unafraid, but his momentum suddenly rose to a terrifying level. He stretched out his hand and the nine-color true energy swept across the sky and the earth. The dragon-shaped sword with a handle encircled the shadows of a hundred thousand swords, overwhelming the sky and the earth, and stabbed them head-on.
The aura was terrifying and the sword power was violent, just like an ancient sword master. Then the ancient aura of eternity came, and countless sword cultivators roared, and countless sword cultivators turned into phantoms, and then charged.
They had never seen this weird and terrifying sword.
But...
Xin Zhuo is so indiscriminate, waiting for work, and takes action directly?
So confident?
“Xin Zhuo!”
On the broken boat, Xiao Jingyi, Zha Muyi, Yuan Yourong, Qingxuan and Ferry and his son came quickly from thousands of miles away. They had already sensed the strangeness here when they were hundreds of miles away. At this moment, they just arrived and they could see at a glance. Saw Xin Zhuo.
In the past few months, all the puzzles and confusions were instantly solved. It turned out that the master of Da Zhou was really Xin Zhuo!
It turns out that this person did all this!
How dare he come?
After seeing Xin Zhuo's momentum and cultivation, a group of people were extremely shocked. How could this person be in the Yuanji Liulin?
Is this really him?
When he escaped from the Holy City, he had just entered the Five Declines of Heaven and Man. It was only more than forty years ago. How could he practice so quickly?
But Xin Zhuo struck with a sword indiscriminately, filling the sky with the sword intention and the shadow of the sword cultivator. The six people did not expect it at all.
"Xin Zhuo, you are really arrogant!"
The six people hurriedly rolled up the huge divine body and bloodline phenomenon that reached the sky and the earth. Yuanji weapons were in hand, and the power of the source Silently, facing the sky full of sword light.
Just as soon as they made contact, the expressions of the six people changed drastically.
The roaring mountain and tsunami, the endless power, and the terrifying sword intent that seemed to flow in an eternal river were unstoppable and untouchable.
Also, the shadow of the huge sycamore appeared vaguely, like a big tree in the sky, looking down at the original power of the hard work of himself and others.
Prefecture level origin? !
“Boom…”
After only holding on for three breaths, the original power of the ferry boy, Yuan Yourong and Zha Muyi was shattered, and the vision of their divine bodies dissipated. Their internal organs were shaken, their faces turned pale, their bones creaked, and their bodies were scratched by countless sword blades. His head roared and he fell slumped.
The saint of the Bauhinia Holy Land, the young master of the barbarians, and the ferry boy who has been cultivating immortality for countless years are actually vulnerable to a single blow.
"Ding ding..."
The Lingbao ferry ship, which had followed the ferry father and son for many years, had hundreds of sword marks on its body, let out a piercing whine, and flew away rapidly. Come out and fall into the forest.
“Boom…”
At this time, all the sword intent in the sky was gone, and only Qingxuan, Ferryman, and Xiao Jingyi were left in the sky. However, the three of them were covered with sword wounds, their faces were pale, and their bodies were trembling slightly. They looked at Xin Zhuo with eyes full of panic. .
Have there ever been people in the world with such a powerful move in the same situation? Xin Zhuo is just an acquired talent, where does he have the background?
Equally horrified were Guizhizi and Bai Qingqing at the rear of the Zhou army. The hope in their hearts disappeared little by little, especially Guizhizi dragging his seriously injured body and whispering with difficulty: "Monsters, monsters... ”
At this time in the sky, Xin Zhuo lightly held the hilt of his sword and held a sword flower, as if he had just done an insignificant thing. , his tone was cold and did not contain the slightest emotion: "I am in a hurry, and I will only use three moves today. If you can take the next one, you will be lucky!" , the fate of the Daqian Holy Dynasty, and collusion with the ancient clan, the cholera world happened first, where did you get the arrogance from? Send you back to the west today!"
The Holy Son of Huangquan stepped forward, his aura rising to the peak of the Six Forests of Yuanji. Behind him, the blue dragon divine body rotated, infinitely blessing the body. With a finger, the shadows of ten giant coffins fell from the sky, overturning the water of thousands of Huangquan, and a huge The unicorn shadow turned into the original power of heaven and earth in the blink of an eye. Its aura was so vast that it far surpassed that of Guizhizi and others.
“I’ll help you!”
Dad Ferry took a step forward, with a dazzling fairy light glowing on his body. He stretched out his finger and saw a sea of blood behind Xin Zhuo. A bridge full of desolation and sorrow suppressed Xin Zhuo's head, and there was a small tower magic weapon spinning around him, like an immortal coming to earth for a moment.
Qingxuan frowned and breathed heavily. He raised the long whip in his hand and turned into a shadow of a five-clawed golden dragon. A little blood red between his brows turned into the original power of the blood beast.
Three saint-level masters, three earth-level origins, and the strongest life-threatening supernatural powers, leaving no stone unturned. At this moment, the entire Gourd Plain was enveloped by the coercion of the panicked Yuanji warriors.
Millions of soldiers stayed in place, unable to walk or move.
Gizhiko, Bai Qingqing and others once again had a glimmer of hope in their hearts.
In the distance, Xue Ji looked worried and subconsciously took a step forward.
However, Xin Zhuo, who was high in the sky, just watched silently. At this moment, he stepped forward, and his figure was a little blurred. When he reappeared, his aura had climbed to the peak of Yuanji Six Forests, and he said word by word: "I, Xin Zhuo, The realm that Zhuo can reach has no rival in the world. If you have no other support, you should kneel down!”
As he spoke, he actually abandoned his sword, wore hunting robes, formed seals with his hands very quickly, and whispered in his mouth: "Heaven and earth have always resonated, the word "fight" is the first to be brave, the word "fight" is the first, the word "fight" is the secret!"
"Om——"
There were ripples in the surrounding air, and a hazy golden shadow seemed to come from the eternal river. It was ten thousand feet tall, with the sky above its head and the earth at its feet, infinitely blessing his body.
His figure is obviously still the same, but it gives people a feeling of infinite tallness.
It seems that at this moment, he is pointing at the sky and the earth collapsing.
The next moment, his body tensed up, like an arrow leaving the string. In an instant, ninety-nine afterimages were brought up a thousand feet away. Behind him, a huge sycamore tree shadow and an incomparable divine beast on it looked up to the sky and roared.
The situation changes suddenly.
In the blink of an eye, the four Yuanji masters have faced each other.
In the violent Yuanji storm, Xiao Jingyi and Ferry Du's expressions changed dramatically, and the three people's martial arts powers instantly melted away the ice and snow.
“Boom, boom, boom…”
The coffin shattered, the long bridge collapsed...
The original power of the three people also disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if encountering a natural enemy amidst the ferocious roar of the gods.
The three people were swallowed back by the huge column, their internal organs were in severe pain, and their consciousness was blurred.
Two fist shadows roared towards them. Xiao Jing suddenly punched to block them, and his right hand was broken off and fell heavily.
Daddy Ferry was unable to use his "immortal magic". He was struck from close range and his chest was sunken. He screamed miserably and fell into a ravine ten miles away, splashing ten feet of mud.
Only Qingxuan was left, his long whip fell, his face was as gray as paper, and his face was full of sadness: "Young master is just like before, stunning the world, and the servants are invincible."
"Pa!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he was slapped hard on the face.
The golden crown fell, its long hair was disheveled, and with tears in its eyes, it fell to the ground, making a big crater.
Xin Zhuo then stopped and grabbed the cultivation magic weapon "Soul-Suppressing Pagoda" that was flying and hit by Father Ferry. This thing is despicable to people in the same realm, but it is useless to him. It was ten times as powerful as my father's. Now, with a squeeze, it turned into a pile of broken black iron fragments and thousands of souls flying around.
Then the momentum dissipated.
"Boom——"
The aftermath of the collision of the four Yuanji masters only then spread out. The clouds in the sky rolled, and the surrounding mountains shook. Millions of soldiers were deliberately protected, but they were also He stood unsteadily, covered his ears, staggered, and fell down.
One breath, two breaths...
Until ten breaths, clarity returns to heaven and earth.
There is only one person in the sky.
Xin Zhuo said he would only use three moves today, but it turned out to be three moves.
There was no sound in all directions.
Behind Zhou Jun, Guizhizi and Bai Qingqing watched the whole process. At this moment, their hearts sank to the bottom completely, their bodies trembled violently, and their eyes turned black.
The scene just now was not only stunningly talented and unparalleled, but was it ever seen that the whole world was fighting in the same place? After hundreds of years of hard training in the Yuanji realm, when did he become so fragile?
It turns out that the monster Xin Zhuo is really so powerful in combat, no, even more terrifying than imagined.
Invincible, invincible!
Xue Ji in the distance exhaled heavily, her eyes also full of shock. She had a wide experience, but she rarely met people like Xin Zhuo. How did this little guy do it?
At this moment, Xin Zhuo waved his hand in the sky, and the nine colors of true energy roared out, helping the ferry father and son, Qing Xuan, Yuan Yourong and others, who were weak and critically injured, to a place.
He fell to the ground and looked at a few people quietly.
Yuan Yourong's mouth was dripping with blood, and she looked at him with a completely unfamiliar look. She couldn't imagine why the boy who was so easy to kill in Rushan decades ago had grown to such a terrifying stage.
The Ferry father and son laughed miserably. Of course they knew Xin Zhuo, and they had known him since he was as weak as an ant. The clever kid who broke through in the Jile Mountains back then was not even an earthly immortal.
Zha Muyi was injured the most, but his eyes changed. It was one of admiration and admiration. He suddenly staggered and fell to the ground, with the braid on his head hanging down to Xin Zhuo's boots.
"Xin Zhuo, I admit that I am not your opponent. You are too scary, but...I don't understand..."
The pride and arrogance of Xiao Jing, the Holy Son of Huangquan, At this moment, I was stepped on the dust, sitting cross-legged with difficulty, feeling ridiculous in my heart.
Why has this situation been caused? It was clear that he came to destroy Zhou, but Zhou was not destroyed, and the four kingdoms were destroyed!
People like myself were obviously here to rob the formation, but they were beaten to the point of death without even observing the formation.
"You don't have to understand! Three prefecture levels."
Xin Zhuo's eyes showed a trace of joy that only he could understand, and he interrupted Xiao Jingyi neatly, "Here comes the kid, tie him up! ”
(End of this chapter)