Chapter 101: Injury for injury!

Chapter 101: Injury for injury!

It was just that this unlucky guy was his ally, which made the Saint of Zhenwu Sect feel depressed. He had been beheaded by a sword and had been healing for a long time. He finally recovered, and you came up and gave him this thing again.

"Chu Xun!"

The white hair and wrinkled skin made him turn into an eighty-year-old Saint of Xiandao Sect and let out a sharp and hoarse roar. Even his eyes were much more vicissitudes than before. He was filled with old age and palpitations after surviving a disaster. If he fell into it for a moment, he would probably be decayed instead of standing here.

Even so.

There was a lot of old age on his body.

Old age.

He realized Xia Yang's state.

"Suppress!"

He took the seal with both hands.

He wanted to dispel this state.

"Hmph!"

Chu Xun raised his hand and a river of sword intent appeared. He wanted to kill you while you were sick. This was a secret known to all cultivators in the body refining realm. This Saint of Xiandao Sect used finger techniques but was mistaken by himself. In this case, how could he watch the other party drive away the old age safely?

"Boom boom boom!"

Inside Donglin Sect.

Back mountain.

A surging sword river, surging, rolled in from the back mountain. At this level, there was no need to rely on the sword river in the back mountain, but the sword river in the back mountain had been refined by thousands of disciples' sword intent and became more pure. With its help, the power could be further improved. Even a slight increase would be considerable at this time.

"Kill!"

The sword river surged.

Every drop of water was a terrifying killing sword.

The saint of Xiandao Sect had realized the horror of this sword in a corner of Binhai. At this time, Chu Xun, who was in the saint realm, urged it, and the momentum was even more magnificent and terrifying. The sword river was like an unparalleled galaxy pouring down.

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

"Boom!"

The saint of Zhenwu Sect punched domineeringly and shouted: "I am still here, you are too presumptuous!" The fist was surging, directly reflecting a picture of golden swords and iron horses, an ancient battlefield, hundreds of broken soldiers, scattered and incomplete on the hills, making people feel creepy, as if they were in a real battlefield.

This is the will of the soul that has experienced the fist, reflected, the power is extremely great and cannot be underestimated, even the saints of the same realm will be cautious and dare not be distracted.

"Kill!"

Chu Xun raised the Qingteng Sword and stepped forward quickly, ignoring the killing fist behind him. At this time, there can be no hesitation. The two saints are very powerful, and they must wait for a heavy blow first before they can win and kill.

"Ding!"

The sword of the river slashed down.

The sword river rushed.

The waves surged.

The old saint of Xiandao Sect also had anxiety and anger in his eyes. This was different from just now. His body was eroded by time and was so weak that he would disappear in the mottled river in a moment. Now, looking at the opponent who ignored the enemy behind him and rushed to kill him, he said coldly: "Does he have to target me?"

"Xiandao Sect!"

"Secret Skill of the Sect!"

"Immortal Seal!"

Boom

The void trembled.

The sky changed color.

An ancient and simple Immortal Seal condensed from the sky. With the suppression, time and space paused, and the area within hundreds of kilometers sank three times. Chu Xun, who took a big step forward, felt that his steps were difficult. Even the galloping river sword intent was blocked and the speed was slowed down by three beats.

"Bang!"

The saint of Zhenwu Sect behind him was not affected. He punched with determination, and when he burst out, he was accompanied by the ancient battlefield, as if he wanted to drag Chu Xun's mind and will into it and encounter disaster.

"Cut!"

Chu Xun's eyes were cold.

Revealing determination.

Not a single slap!

"Swish!"

The rushing sword river, with the blessing of another sword energy, broke through the obstacles in an instant, and cut down with great force, and the immortal seal was also slowly washed in the torrential rain, and was suppressed in front of Mu Hong for defense.

"You are too weak in this state!" Chu Xun's eyes were cold, holding the Qingteng Sword, and swinging the sword again, slashing out dozens of swords in a row, turning into a surging sea of ​​swords, adding to the sword intent of the river, allowing it to cut through the immortal seal with great force.

"Puff!"

At the same time.

Behind him.

The domineering iron fist of the saint of Zhenwu Sect finally came, pouring out all his means sparsely, and Chu Xun, who had very little left, could only resist in a hurry.

"Bang!"

A dull sound.

It hit Chu Xun's back.

His chest was sunken.

His body was bent like a shrimp.

He was retreating.

"Bang bang bang!"

But the saint of Zhenwu Sect, Chu Zun, obviously would not give him a chance to breathe. He showed his savagery to the extreme and directly used a set of combined punches. He used a domineering combined attack technique. Even if he resisted in a hurry, he was still injured in many places. Every punch landed on his body, and his bones were shattered. His internal organs were shaking violently and shifting.

"Puff!"

"Puff!"

Both of them were miserable.

All flying horizontally.

"Empty Finger!"

Chu Xun gritted his teeth and shot out a powerful guidance. The latter thought of the miserable state of the saint of Xiandao Sect and was afraid. He was not prepared to resist it before he had a thorough understanding of this fingering method. He gave Chu Xun a chance to breathe while dodging slightly. He flew horizontally for dozens of miles and stood in the air with a pale face.

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

However.

Compared to the latter.

He's better.

The saint of Xiandao Sect was really in pain. He was beheaded right after the battle. He finally recovered from his injuries, and then he was terribly old in the moment of the time finger. He almost died. Even so, he paid a huge price. Chu Xun ignored the killing of Chu Zun of Zhenwu Sect and forcibly exchanged his injuries, causing his origin to be injured.

He stood there old, with empty eyes, as if the fire of life was burning. The decayed and sluggish aura on his body became more and more serious. This state has already hurt his origin, which is worse than Xia Yang's serious injury to him.

"How are you!"

The saint of Zhenwu Sect also paced towards his ally. Looking at the miserable state of his ally, he felt a little sigh in his heart, but more of it was strange and fortunate. Today, the saint was destined to have one casualty, and it would be best if this person was an ally.