Guarding the Sutra Pavilion for a hundred years, investing in the destiny villain

It's just that this unlucky guy is his own ally, which also makes the saint of Zhenwu Sect feel depressed. He was beheaded by a sword and healed for a long time, and he finally recovered. You go up and give yourself the whole thing again.

"Chu Xun!"

With gray hair and wrinkled skin, he suddenly transformed into an 80-year-old saint of the Immortal Sect and let out a sharp and hoarse roar. Even his eyes were much older than before, his whole body was filled with twilight, and he even had heart palpitations for the rest of his life. After sinking inside for a moment, he might be greeted by decay instead of still standing here.

even so.

There was also a lot of twilight energy surging around his body.

Old age.

Realized Xia Yang's state.

"town!"

He took the seal with both hands.

Want to get rid of this state.

"Humph!"

Chu Xun raised his hand and unleashed a river of sword intent. It will kill you while you are sick. This is a secret that all monks in the body refining realm know. This Immortal Sect saint accidentally used his fingering and was misunderstood by himself. How could he do it in this situation? Watching the other party An Ran expel the old energy?

"Boom...!"

To the east is the sect.

Back Mountain.

A galloping sword river, surging, rolled in from the back mountain. At this level, there is no need to rely on the sword river in the back mountain. However, the sword river in the back mountain has become purer after being refined by thousands of disciples' sword intent. With its help, the power can Taking it to the next level, even a small increase, is significant at this time.

"cut!"

The sword river surges.

Every drop of water is a terrifying killing sword.

The saint of the Immortal Sect had realized the terrifying power of this sword at the corner of the seaside. At this time, Chu Xun, who was in the holy realm, urged him to move, and the momentum became even more majestic and terrifying. The sword river was like an unparalleled Milky Way pouring down.

"Help me stop him!" Mu Hong gritted her teeth.

"Boom!"

The saint of the Zhenwu Sect punched domineeringly and shouted: "You are too presumptuous even if I am here!" The surging fist power directly reflected a picture of an ancient battlefield with hundreds of broken and scattered soldiers. The incomplete ones are inserted on the top of mountains, which makes people feel as if they are in a real battlefield.

This is the spiritual will that experiences the fist intention, and its power is so great that it should not be underestimated. Even a saint in the same realm will be cautious and not dare to be distracted.

"kill!"

Chu Xun held the Ivy Sword and stepped forward quickly, ignoring the killing fist behind him. There could be no hesitation at this time. Both saints were very powerful and they had to wait for a serious injury before they could. Subsequent victory and beheading.

"Ding!"

Dahe's sword intent surged down and slashed down.

The sword river surges.

The tide surges.

The old saint of the Immortal Sect also has anxiety and anger in his eyes. This is different from just now. His body and bones are now eroded by time and years, and have weakened to a certain extent. Even at night, he will have no bones affected by the mottled river. He just sat down and disappeared, and now he looked at the other side, ignoring the enemies behind him and killing them forcefully, and said with a cold voice: "Do you have to stare at me?"

"Xian Dao Sect!"

"The secret technique of Zhenzong!"

"Immortal Seal!"

rumbling~

Void tremors.

The sky changes color.

A simple Pang Tuo Immortal Seal was formed from the sky. With the suppression, time and space stopped one after another. Hundreds of kilometers in radius sank three times downwards. Chu Xun, who was striding forward, felt even more The steps were difficult, even the galloping Dahe Sword Intention was hindered, and the speed was slowed down by three beats.

"Oh!"

The Saint of the Zhenwu Sect behind him was unaffected, and he punched with determination, accompanying the ancient battlefield when it bloomed, as if Chu Xun's soul and will would also fall into it, and he would suffer disaster.

"cut!"

Chu Xun's eyes were cold.

Showing determination.

No trouble at all!

"laugh!"

With the blessing of another sword energy, the rushing sword river broke through the obstacle in an instant, cutting down like a broken bamboo, and the immortal seal was also washed away in the torrential waves, and was used as a defense in front of Mu Hong.

"You are too weak in this state!" Chu Xun's eyes were cold, he held the Ivy Sword, swung the sword again, and struck out ten swords in a row, turning into a sea of ​​surging swords, increasing in size on the sword intention of the river, making it possible to cut like a bamboo. Break the Immortal Seal.

"puff!"

at the same time.

Behind.

The domineering iron fist of the saint of the Zhenwu Sect finally came, and all his methods were sparsely poured out. Chu Xun, who had very little left, could only resist hastily.

"Boom!"

dull sound.

It shook Chu Xun's heart.

A sunken chest.

The body is as curved as a shrimp.

Going backwards.

"Bang bang bang~!"

But Chu Zun, the sage of Zhenwu Sect, obviously would not give him a chance to breathe. He showed the martial artist's brutality to the extreme. He directly used a set of combination punches, and it was a domineering combined attack technique. Even if he resisted in a hurry, he still suffered many injuries. Every punch landed on the body, the bones were shattered, and the internal organs were shaking violently and shifting.

"puff!"

"puff!"

Both were miserable.

All flying sideways.

"Empty finger!"

Chu Xun gritted his teeth and shot out powerful guidance. The latter thought of the tragic situation of the saints of the Immortal Sect, and was afraid. He was not prepared to resist forcefully before he fully understood this fingering method. While dodging slightly, he gave Chu Xun a chance to breathe. After flying for dozens of miles, he stood in mid-air with a pale face.

Now he is as miserable as the saint of Xiandao Sect.

but.

Compared to the latter.

He's better.

The Saint of the Immortal Sect was really in pain. He was struck by an owl's head just after the battle. He finally recovered from his injuries, and was swept away by the terrible old age in the finger of time. He almost died directly. Even so, he paid a huge price. This was again revealed by Chu. Xun ignored Zhenwu Zong Chu Zun's suppression and forced the above to be injured, resulting in the original injury now.

The old man stood there with empty eyes, as if burning the fire of life, and the aura of decay and malaise on his body became more and more serious. This state had already hurt the origin, and it was more serious than Xia Yang's severe injury to him.

"How are you!"

The saint of the Zhenwu Sect also walked towards his allies. Seeing the miserable situation of his allies, he felt a little bit sad. What was more, he was strange and lucky. There was destined to be one casualty in the slaughter of the saint today, and it would be best if this person was an ally. .