Chapter 141 Trump Card!
"This sword energy... is too terrifying!" Seeing this scene, the Holy Fire Sect saint's pupils kept shrinking. The bronze cauldron above his head was weakened and he still suffered like this. If not, wouldn't he have been killed with one sword?
"Where has your treasure gone?" He couldn't help shouting angrily.
The Buddhist sage from the Ruo Zen Temple took out the magic wand.
"Amitabha!"
"The most precious treasure of a poor monk is not suppression!"
“That’s why I didn’t take it out right away!”
The saint of Nantian Temple looked ugly. He was now in a dilemma. The sword intention of the Time Sword had just been ignored by him. The sword law that was now bursting out was constantly eating away at his scars and spreading into his body. He couldn't even move. Fortunately, he was above his head. The bronze cauldron kept dropping Qi, healing his wounds continuously, making his condition slightly better.
"Come again!"
Chu Xun's tone was light and airy.
Swing away with your sword.
A sword.
Two swords.
Three swords.
Four swords.
The waves are rough,
Like a wave.
More like the sea.
Before one wave calmed down, another wave had already connected up. Such a dense wave of sword sea also made the saints of Nantian Temple express fear, and their pupils shrank with horror. They shrank and even looked at the two of them, calling for help: "Save me!"
"laugh!"
The saint of the Holy Fire Cult hurriedly urged the stone tower. As soon as this treasure approached, the turbulent sword sea fell into solidification and chaos. It was affected by the law of time and seemed to be out of control. This made the latter's expression change greatly and he hurriedly withdrew it. Stone Tower, and this also destined the latter's ending.
The sky is full of sword energy.
The waves are rough.
"block!"
"Clang clang clang!"
He blocked the first sword, the second sword, and the third sword, but the subsequent waves that filled the sky could not be resisted at all. He watched helplessly as the swords struck him one after another, piercing his chest, shoulders, eyebrows, and abdomen, leaving many sword marks. He was torn apart and cut into nothingness.
"Bo!"
After a burst of sword energy dissipated.
In the sky.
A bronze tripod remains.
"Not bad, it belongs to me from now on!"
Chu Xun nodded slightly, raised his hand and took the ownerless bronze tripod into his palm. At the same time, he looked at the saint of the Holy Fire Sect and said calmly: "It's your turn!"
"Wow!"
The saint of the Holy Fire Sect felt his scalp numb. He looked at the old man in green shirt, coming towards him with his sword in a hurry. His head was numb and buzzing. The three of them wielded the treasure to suppress the killing, but they were killed as soon as they met. The old man killed one, but he thought this guy was a monster and backed away in panic.
At the same time, there was endless regret in my heart, why should I underestimate the saint of the Eastern Region.
He hates.
He hates the illusion that the Saint of the Eastern Region gave him. He has a feeling that the Eastern Region is very weak, but it is also terrifying. He has never underestimated this old man, why is he still so strong? Why are they holding the treasure that was sacrificed to the Great Sage? This old man cannot be suppressed, even if he is a small level stronger than them.
"Work together!" He shouted, but was shocked to find that the old monk of Ruochan Temple was as motionless as a clay statue. This made the expression on his face freeze, and there was a faint hint of crazy thoughts, and he said in horror: "Are you crazy?"
"Amitabha!"
The Buddha in Ruozhan Temple raises his hands to ten.
It seems to be transcending in advance.
"No!"
However, in the blink of an eye, the Saint of the Holy Fire Sect who was facing Chu Xun was also beheaded. At this time, there were only two people left in this space, Chu Xun and the Buddhist Saint of Ruochan Temple.
Chu Xun's gentle eyes also looked slowly. He knew that this was the intention of the Buddha, otherwise the killing of the saints of the Nantian Palace and the saints of the Holy Fire Sect would not be so smooth.
"Amitabha!"
The saint of Ruochan Temple also raised ten with one hand, and answered Chu Xun's doubts: "We outside saints came here just for something like that. There is only one thing, and in the end we are fighting each other. Now I have understood the way of formation. It doesn’t matter whether they are present or not. It’s best if I can kill them with your hands!”
Chu Xun understood clearly.
At the same time, it also has a different color.
It felt a little strange early on.
Although this old monk's cracking formation method is relatively average, with the help of the Tianji Pan, his ability should be greatly improved, and it should not be so slow. It turns out that the root of everything lies here.
The Buddhist Saint of Ruochan Temple chuckled again and said: "Besides, I am also worried about whether the forces from the outside have other trump cards. Now it seems that I have overthought it. They only carry one treasure, and they deserve to die even if they die." !”
Chu Xun nodded.
Don't die in your own hands.
In the end, he will die in the hands of Lao Zeng.
perhaps.
This relic.
It was doomed from the start.
No matter how many people come in.
Can go out.
only one.
At the same time, he also stared at the old monk from Ruochan Temple with a somewhat solemn expression. If he could be so conceited that he had won, what was his trump card?
Buzz!
At this point.
The saint of Ruozhan Temple no longer hides his cultivation.
The three realms of saints.
The four realms of saints.
The five realms of saints.
The Six Realms of Saints.
Boom!
After reaching this fluctuation, his cultivation level slowly stopped, and a magic wand fell into his hand. The old monk of Ruozhan Temple was thin, but the holy light of Buddhism lingered all over his body, just like a truly enlightened monk, skinny There was also a slight smile on his face, and he said: "How about, holding the most precious treasure and the cultivation of the Sixth Saint Realm to kill you, is that enough?"
Tuk-tuk-tuk!
Leaning on the demon-slaying staff, he slowly stepped forward. The Buddha Saint of Ruo Zen Temple was full of confidence. Every time he crossed a realm of sainthood, there was a huge change. From the hidden cultivation of the four realms of sainthood before to the current flourishing, it was a completely earth-shaking change. He had the ability to change the world with just a slight raise of his hand, especially since this world was still under his control.
"Boom!"
As the palm print flipped, it was as if the whole world was overturned. He was wearing a cassock, holding a demon-slaying staff, with a compassionate face but ruthless means of killing at any time. It must be said that he was also a very powerful and ruthless person.
"Zheng!"
Looking up at the huge Buddha's palm coming down, the old man in a green shirt also raised a mocking arc at the corner of his mouth. He looked at the latter sarcastically and asked: "Then why do you think that just now was all my strength?"
"Huh?" The Buddha Saint in a cassock frowned slightly.
Boom!
In just a moment, he shattered the Buddha's palm without even using the Green Ivy Sword. The green shirt fluttered in the wind. The gentle pupils of the old man in green shirt gradually became sharp. After more than a year of precipitation, others thought that he had only broken through a small realm. Could it be that there was really only one realm?