Chapter 921: Breaking through the formation with one shot and fighting against the four quasi-sages alone
It was a massive "hurricane", composed of icy frost and snow and ethereal mountain patterns that were uncertain in life and death, roaring from a distance. Come, fall to the sky and turn into a white figure.
"Boom——"
The majestic momentum exploded. Daluo Sect's mountain-protecting formation seemed to have encountered a strong enemy. It buzzed and automatically formed a semicircular formation. The light curtain, the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire and earth, are flowing, implying the sun, moon and stars.
The "Da Luo Secret Altar" below shook violently, and the densely packed low-level disciples staggered around for an instant, and they couldn't help but panic.
"Buzz——"
The powerful pressure of the Semi-Saint fell immediately. Even if there was a large formation to block it, it still rushed down in strands, pressing on the shoulders of many people.
Thousands of low-level disciples who were already swaying fell instantly.
The man looked down indifferently, wearing a white robe that rustled in the wind. He ignored the large number of Yuanji masters, saints, saints and elders from two sects and one holy place, and looked directly at Mr. Dongfang, The eyes of the Spirit-Destroying Lord and the Seventh-degree Ancestor were filled with cold murderous intent.
The words "old dog" just made were unabashed humiliation and ridicule.
Many people recognized him immediately, Da Luo's abandoned disciple Xin Zhuo!
It is difficult to describe him deliberately in words. The word "handsome and beautiful" is inappropriate, and the word "unruly and domineering" seems wrong. He is not arrogant or arrogant at all, but he is who he is. When he When he comes full of murderous intent, he is absolutely sure that there is nothing he cannot do that he decides to do. Such a person is the most terrifying!
Below, countless geniuses and saints from two sects and one holy land, who were graceful and noble in broad robes and big sleeves, had outstanding talents, were either unparalleled in beauty or majestic, felt unprecedented pressure. stagnation.
Xin Zhuo is not dead yet, he has returned...
Quasi-sage!
Daozhen, Li Wuxia, Pavilion Master Xie, Chu Zongwei, Li Guofu, Chen Changsheng, Nie Shenghuan, Yu Zhuji and other people who knew Xin Zhuo back then, their expressions changed again and again. They really couldn't understand why Xin Zhuo was rumored to be dead so many times. But he never died, and now he is so powerful, so powerful that people look up to him, surpassing all his peers and elders.
Liu Qingfeng, Chu Siniang, Nangong Wentian and other senior members of the Xuantian Sword Sect had complex expressions on their faces. They could not express their emotions for a while. Should they be grateful or worried?
To say that those with the most complicated emotions are definitely Mr. Dongfang and the others. The Spirit-Destroyer Venerable and the Seventh-degree Ancestor looked at Mr. Dongfang fiercely. Five years ago, Mr. Dongfang asserted that this son was dead, but why? ...
Mr. Dongfang frowned and stared at Xin Zhuo with an incomprehensible confusion in his eyes.
Five years ago, he squatted on the edge of the abyss in the forbidden area of the Holy King's Well for seven days. Why was he not dead yet? Why are you still alive, and why are you already a quasi-sage? Is there any truth in this world?
The huge "Daluo Secret Altar" fell into deathly silence at this moment.
The dignity of the super sect was crushed to dust by the words and momentum of this abandoned disciple. It is really a great irony.
Only Li Fan, the young disciple of Xuantian Temple, staggered up and timidly pulled his master Li Sijuan: "Who, who is he?"
A young man was so frightened. In such a situation, just now it was said that the people in the Great Luo Mi Altar can break the sky, but now they are suppressed by one person in silence, this...
"It's...Uncle Xin Zhuo." No. When Li Sijuan answered, senior brother Ning Yu replied in a trembling voice. His body was shaking and he was breathing desperately, like a fish that was about to die of thirst.
"He...is Master Xin!" Li Fan muttered with his eyes widened.
"Xin Zhuo..."
Mr. Dongfang seemed to have finally accepted the fact that Xin Zhuo was still alive and a master in the same realm, and hissed: "What do you want to do?"
Xin Zhuo chuckled, word by word, and spread to all directions: "Did you not hear clearly? Or are you pretending not to know? Mie Daluo, kill you old dog and Mie Ling, this old bald donkey. The gods are here, too I can’t save you, that’s what I said!”
Though the words were casual, they were made with firm determination.
The densely packed Holy Land and sect disciples below had unprecedented solemn expressions on their faces. No one could underestimate the determination of a quasi-sage.
"Hahaha..."
The Spirit-Destroying Lord suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, "You are still a little younger. Even if you are a quasi-sage, how can you break the mountain-protecting formation? These four quasi-sages Holy, what about you..."
Before he could finish his words, three suns suddenly appeared in the sky, blazing and dazzling, shooting down thousands of feet of light, making it impossible to look directly at them. A thousand-foot-long golden armored god suddenly emerged from the sun. Stepping out from the middle, the spear in his hand was like a divine weapon that cut off the sky. He stabbed it down with all his strength. Nothing changed for dozens of miles along the way, and it was impossible to figure out.
"One of the nine secrets, the blessing of mountain patterns..."
This magical power has exceeded the understanding of most people, and countless people looked at it with dull eyes, confused.
"Da Luo disciples listen to the order and bless the magic circle!"
On the other hand, Dongfang Ancestor jumped to the sky and waved his sleeves heavily to give the order.
“Here!”
Only tens of thousands of Da Luo disciples reacted and flew to various places with good training, including Ning Yu, Li Fan and others.
Li Fan staggered behind Ning Yu and said in horror: "Why did Master Xin attack the mountain gate? Why would Master Xin be such a terrible person..." "Shut up! How can there be so many reasons?" Ning Yu yelled and cursed. , "Fengze, let's go!"
As soon as the two of them entered the palace with a roaring wind, the terrifying pressure and tremors came down. It was simply beyond human power. .
A group of people barely managed to create a true energy blessing formation, and then looked outside, only to see that the four quasi-saint ancestors Dongfang and Mie Ling had already wrapped up the overwhelming quasi-saint aura and headed straight to the sky to greet them.
And the spear of the golden-armored god has also approached the mountain-protecting formation!
The shock became more intense, and a group of ordinary disciples turned pale, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
Li Fan's pupils were also wide open, blood slowly flowed from his seven orifices, and his Yinxu realm cultivation seemed to have turned into paper.
"Blessing..."
At this moment, above the surrounding palaces, Yuan Yourong and Qin Yuliu among the masters of the Bauhinia Holy Land, Si Ying and Wujiang among the Daluo masters, Chen Fang and Chen Fang among the Dayan masters Bai Qingqing, Guizhizi and others, as well as a large group of elders, jumped to the sky one after another, pumping out a huge amount of infuriating energy and blessing the formation!
Everyone vaguely came back to their senses and felt that it was ridiculous. One person was fighting against more than 10,000 warriors, two super sects and masters from a holy land. The pressure made everyone breathless and panicked. .
Has such a thing ever happened in the world?
The next moment.
"Boom..."
Daluo Sect's thousand-year-old mountain-protecting formation has been reset countless times by Mr. Dongfang, but it is still vulnerable. The god's spear shattered into pieces.
Qingyou’s true energy flows with the Zhoutian Bagua array, and the sobs disperse.
The entire Daluo Sect shook violently, and cracks appeared in countless palaces.
"Ah..."
Intense screams spread in all directions, and half of the ordinary disciples who were holding the blessing array were shocked to death.
"Boom..."
The aftermath of the bright zhenqi exploded high in the sky, like the sky collapsing, and the phenomenon stretched for hundreds of miles.
Yuan Yourong, Si Ying and other masters below flew violently upside down.
The Daluo Sect Li Wuxia, Chu Zongwei, Li Guofu, Pavilion Master Xie and others on the ground turned pale and retreated continuously.
Especially Chu Zongwei, Li Guofu and others, their expressions were dull, and their minds were full of the scene when they saw Xin Zhuo for the first time. He was so weak at that time, why was he... like this... …
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While high in the sky, Dongfang, Mie Ling, Seventh Ancestor and another Bauhinia old woman remained motionless, blocking the aftermath, but their expressions were all extremely solemn.
Xin Zhuo's attack, with the strength of four people and the blessing of tens of thousands of Da Luo disciples, still couldn't prevent the mountain guarding formation from breaking. When did the mountain guarding formation become so papery?
And if they hadn’t blocked it, the disciples below would have been more seriously injured.
One shot!
The Mie Ling took a deep breath, looked at Xin Zhuo coldly, and hissed: "You are a little thief, you wandered into the mirror, you were targeted by the big shots, you killed your fellow sect, and abandoned the sect and left. , colluding with the ancient clan, I would have killed you earlier "You are lucky. Don't talk about destroying the sect today. How can we spare you!" Ivy and red flowers grow continuously.
Mr. Dongfang's old face had a murderous expression, his beard and hair were spread out, and he stretched out his hand and pointed: "Every time comes, the heaven and the earth work together, a picture can save your life, Xin Zhuo, come to death!"
The patterns of the Martial Arts Mountain are twisted and twisted, transforming into a picture. A landscape painting of heaven, earth, and people reveals endless killing intent and golden light.
The seventh-degree ancestor suddenly sat cross-legged on a lotus leaf, holding a sword box in his left hand. He patted it lightly, and the nine swords shone with dazzling light. He jumped up as if startled. The sun shoots high, the mountain pattern is ups and downs, covering the high sky, shooting Xin Zhuo rapidly.
The last redbud old woman, sitting cross-legged on the spot, with a lot of golden light on her body, threw out a string of beads. The beads circled around and covered Xin Zhuo's head, shooting down a drowsy glow. .
Four quasi-sages, four magical powers and martial arts, ups and downs in the world, intimidating all directions, even if they deliberately avoid the tens of thousands of warriors below, it also makes people feel unprecedented pressure.
Looking at Xin Zhuo in "The Wild Waves", he seems to be alone, but he is calm and composed. He just looks directly at the attack of the four quasi-sages. His body is shaken, and the cultivation level of the three quasi-sages rises into the sky, turning into three yangs in one breath. , "Leng Yue" slashed out a sword in his hand,
"嘁——"
The harsh sword sound echoed throughout the world!
The sword holds the mountains and the sea, and the three days and the crescent moon shine together.
The void, hollow, hazy mountain pattern, endless blessings.
One sword is divided into four swords, and the four swords are like a long river hanging in the air, extremely powerful!
(End of this chapter)