Chapter 516 The oath is invalid!

Chapter 516 The oath is invalid!

"Ah?"

In the distance.

Walking in the void.

The sad Jietian Sect leader showed his emotion. Most of his old friends have died, and there are very few people he knows now. But suddenly, he heard his subordinates shouting. His first reaction was to be stunned. Then his breathing froze and his eyes froze slightly.

"Impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

Chu Xun is still far from being a Quasi-Emperor.

He will not break through to the Quasi-Emperor!

But his subordinates dare not lie to him.

This made him flash a flash of inspiration in his mind, and he was shocked: "Could it be that there are cultivators in Confucianism who are desperate to break through, and Chu Xun is only left with a Quasi-Emperor for a short time?"

Crazy!

How dare he!

"Swoosh!"

Although he thought so, he walked as fast as he walked, and he was in a mess when he returned. Almost the moment he landed, he saw Ye Wushuang with one arm cut off, which made him look sluggish and confused. He looked around, confused and confused. He only walked for a while, why did he feel like he missed this battle?

"Swish!"

"Swish!"

"Swish!"

They all landed at the same time.

Not only him.

But the others also landed outside the border of the Desolate State in an instant, staring blankly at Chu Xun, whose aura was comparable to that of a quasi-emperor, and said dumbfoundedly: "What the hell did I miss?"

...

...

Desolate State.

Many cultivators who could no longer bear to watch, had already given up and lowered their heads, turned around dejectedly and said: "Three people attacked together, and even the palm condensed by the emperor's law could not stop them for a moment, how could they be opponents, after all, it's over!"

But suddenly.

The dead silence of the sky.

Many cultivators were depressed to the bottom of the valley, with a little sadness in their hearts: "Is it over like this?" But suddenly, hearing the boiling noise resounding through the Desolate State, they all looked at it with a little surprise, feeling the joy in the noise, and looking up to see this shocking scene.

Ye Wushuang.

The wrist of his right arm was cut off!

"Buzz!"

But the quasi-emperor is still a quasi-emperor after all. His body is filled with boiling blood and tender buds of flesh and blood sprouted from his wrists in an instant. In almost the blink of an eye, a new palm grew out again. He grasped the evil imperial heavy sword and swung it back. The scarlet sword light was like the red sun, blooming in an instant.

"Zheng!"

Chu Xun held the carving knife, his green shirt fluttering in the wind, and his strands of hair dancing in the wind. His eyes were clear and peaceful, feeling the unprecedented powerful strength, but there was no joy in his heart, because this was his last trump card. He used the carving knife as a sword, swinging it again and again, and the vast breeze swept across the desolate state.

One.

Two.

Three.

...

Countless.

The vast sword energy.

Swinging down.

As for the sword sea in Ye Wushuang's hand, it was retreating step by step. The ten thousand feet sword sea was gradually reduced and gradually blocked by the great energy. It was like a fight between trapped beasts. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that it was a situation that was bound to fail.

"This...!" Jian Qingzhu stared at this scene and couldn't recover. This was already known as a desperate situation where death was inevitable. The dean of the academy must have thought so. But in this situation, No. 9 could still come out of adversity. It was too dreamy, so he murmured blankly: "Is this your true strength?"

Wang Ye.

Li Sheng.

Gu Dongliu.

All in a trance.

They felt that they were the top forces in Zhongzhou or other states, and they knew basically all the ultimate magic of Jiuzhou. However, this kind of one qi into three pure, three clones not only had terrifying strength, but also burst out unprecedented combat power when they returned to one, which completely subverted their cognition. They murmured: "What kind of imperial law is this?"

"Shh!"

In the sky.

The sword energy was like a tide.

Ups and downs.

Continuous collision.

Collision.

Even the avenue was collapsing.

"Puff!"

Suddenly, a hole tore through the bloody sea of ​​swords. The symbol of pure righteousness between heaven and earth slashed at Ye Wushuang. He was already a quasi-emperor-level body. After being washed by the thunder tribulation, he still couldn't avoid a serious injury. He groaned, but gritted his teeth and continued to swing the sword.

He knew he couldn't stop at this time.

Once he stopped.

The remaining bloody sea of ​​swords continued, and he couldn't bear the sword energy in the sky. He could only hold on. Fighting Chu Xun, this secret technique couldn't last long. Once he let himself get through this, he would win in the end. His dark eyes bloomed with determination, and there was a hint of hysteria and madness in his pupils.

Chu Xun's green shirt moved with the wind. He saw through Ye Wushuang's calculations, but it was a pity for him. "One Qi into Three Purities" was not a secret technique, but a genuine Taoist method. It was impossible to compare what level it was at, but it far exceeded the so-called imperial method.

And now.

His breath was as strong as a mountain.

The carving knife in his hand.

Use it as a sword.

Cut out continuously.

"Puff!"

"Puff!"

As more and more dense swords penetrated the bloody sea of ​​swords, pierced Ye Wushuang's body, tore the black robe on his body, and left a blood mark on his waist, legs, and shoulders from time to time, staining the black robe on his body red. Ye Wushuang's eyes gradually filled with some grief and anger, as well as soaring ambitions.

He didn't believe that this was not some secret technique. Jiuzhou had not yet produced such a terrifying method. At the same time, he didn't want to be defeated so aggrievedly. He had his dignity. The quasi-emperor's blood was surging. He held the heavy sword in his hand, and his qi sank into the abyss. He suddenly pulled out the tip of the sword and slashed out a sword light like the sun, which was more than ten times more surging than before.

What a pity.

The sea of ​​swords has taken shape.

Counterattack at this time.

It's too late!

"Puff!"

The bloody sword energy sun disintegrated after advancing only one-third of the distance, which also foreshadowed the solution of Ye Wushuang. When the gaps appeared more and more densely, the dense sword lights pierced through, making him covered with blood. As the fatal sword light tore his heart, Ye Wushuang's body fell!

From the sky.

Falling down.

"Boom!"

Falling to the ground.

A sandstorm was set off.

But the dense sea of ​​swords in the sky did not let him go, and still stabbed straight down from the sky, trying to behead Ye Wushuang. This scene was shocking.

"Ye Wushuang!"

"Defeat!"

People trembled.

It was difficult to get rid of the shock.

...

This genius who made his peers despair also fell. They looked up at the only young man in green shirts who was still standing in the sky, and their hearts were shocked. Outside the Desolate State, there were probably horrified eyes falling on him. No one imagined that it would end like this.

You know.

That was Ye Wushuang.

Killed the founder of Tianyan Daoism.

Especially the previous arrival, he has always been the incarnation of invincibility. As powerful as Dugu Jue was defeated in seconds, Chu Xun also fell into desperate situations many times, but even so, the final victory was not Ye Wushuang but Chu Xun.

Border of Huangzhou.

A brief silence.

But in an instant.

A series of blazing and murderous eyes descended, they were quasi-emperors, including the Samantabhadra Bodhisattva of Buddhism, the imperial family of the Ji family, and the martial gods of the Qin Dynasty. They saw fear from this battle. If they let this young man grow up, it would be a great trouble.

Even.

Threaten their lives and status.

"Buzz!"

The martial god of the Qin Dynasty, who had always been high above the outside world, burst into murderous intent with a pair of dark eyes, and his body was surging with amazing blood. He took a step forward, and his real body tore through the border of Huangzhou and entered Huangzhou.

"Wow!"

"Crazy?"

"Enter the Wasteland State?"

"How dare he?"

The head of the Yin-Yang family and others were also trembling in their hearts. The Wasteland State has the oath and curse of the Heavenly Dao. If one steps into it beyond the Quasi-Emperor, he will be doomed. Even Samantabhadra Bodhisattva once encountered a curse and backlash when he reached into the Wasteland State with one hand to retrieve Xuan Jing's body. So far, his arm still dies from time to time and needs to be bathed in the Buddha's light to wash it frequently.

Now.

The Qin Dynasty Martial God entered in with his real body, and the oath formed was much stronger than the backlash of Samantabhadra Bodhisattva. The Palace Master of the Glass Palace also took a breath of cold air. If the Qin Dynasty Martial God entered in with his real body, it would not be surprising to kill Chu Xun, but for someone of his level, wouldn't it be too much of a loss to exchange one for one?

Chu Xun is no less evil!

He is only a great saint.

The Quasi-Emperor of Yuhua Dynasty showed joy. If they could use Chu Xun of Huangzhou to exchange for the fall of the Martial God of Qin Dynasty, it would be great for them. It could not only stimulate the contradiction between Ruzhou and Qin Dynasty, but also destroy a powerful enemy. Why not do it?

"Buzz!"

Stepping alone.

The quasi-emperor's blood surged.

Filling the sky.

This is not like Ye Wushuang who just broke through. The Martial God of Qin Dynasty is a real quasi-emperor. He has hunted more than one quasi-emperor. His reputation is earned by killing. He just came down. The monks of Huangzhou, who were filled with joy, looked up in shock. The thin old man was so magnificent and huge in their eyes.

Stepping on the wild world.

The sun, moon and stars are above his head.

There are ups and downs of the sea of ​​stars around him.

"Hiss!"

"Qin Dynasty!"

"Martial God!"

While being shocked, the Quasi-Emperor who was watching from the outside world was stunned. The Martial God of Qin Dynasty did not encounter the backlash of heaven when he entered the Barren State. It was as if he was walking in his own land, as if walking on flat ground. This made them stunned. The dean of the academy was also slightly distracted, and then his pupils contracted. He said in horror: "The oath is invalid!"

"Shua!"

Everyone present was not an ordinary person. Even if they were confused for a moment, they suddenly woke up and realized what the oath made by Qin Huang and others that day was. They were not allowed to set foot in the Barren State before the Quasi-Emperor was born. Now Ye Wushuang not only broke through the Quasi-Emperor, but also broke through in the land of the Barren State. That oath... should be dissipated!

"Hiss!"

In an instant.

Their scalps were numb.

Suddenly looking at the tall and majestic man wearing a crown and an imperial robe, his emotions had never fluctuated from beginning to end, and he was confident about everything. At this moment, they realized what kind of desperate situation Huangzhou was facing. In his eyes, Huangzhou had already been doomed.

The so-called backhand.

There was more than one layer left.

"Go to Huangzhou!"

"Too late!"

The dean of the academy was pale.

Only to see.

A ten-direction diagram covering the secrets of heaven enveloped Chu Xun. Almost when Chu Xun saw the God of War, he was enveloped by him in this strange time and space, and was suddenly isolated from the avenues between heaven and earth. His ability to speak and act was infinitely weakened, and his control over other avenues also declined to the extreme.

"Buzz!"

No nonsense.

Directly punched!

"Boom boom boom!"

In Chu Xun's eyes, it was as if a small sun was rapidly crushing towards him and then quickly exploding. Before the fist light came close, his chest and internal organs felt unprecedented pressure and impact, and blood flowed out of his mouth involuntarily, which made him look up in horror, and the Confucian Sage's carving knife was also activated.

"Swish!"

The carving knife was used as a sword.

It chopped down.

The vast breeze condensed into sword energy. Ye Wushuang, who had previously broken through to the Quasi-Emperor, was defeated by this move. However, what made people's scalp numb was that the tearing was only slowed down under the blazing sun, and did not cause any substantial damage. Not only that, the old man with a pigtail on his head had murderous intent in his eyes and said with cold pupils: "Die!"

"Boom, boom, boom, boom...!" At this moment, he swung out more than hundreds of fists, but countless fists densely packed from the void around him, everywhere, above his head, under his feet, and all over his body.

The crisis of death.

It surged into his heart.

This was the first time he had sensed death so clearly since he came to this world. He was so close and imminent. The extreme breath of death made Chu Xun's mind fall into a brief ethereal state. He tightly grasped the carving knife in his hand, knowing that this was the only thing he could rely on.

"Please ask the Confucian Saint!"

Chu Xun gritted his teeth.

He paused for every word.

But it was particularly clear.

A strong sense of righteousness surged out of his body, which was the Confucianism of "words come out and laws follow". Behind him, a middle-aged man wearing a Confucian robe and with a kind face gradually condensed. He was straight, with clear eyes, and his face was both serious and kind.

The Confucian saint's Dharma image.

Summoned!

And the price was.

Suffering a severe backlash.

"Puff!"

Blood gushed out of his mouth, bleeding from all seven orifices, the carving knife in his hand fell out, his body lay straight down, and his consciousness fell into endless darkness.

Confucian ability.

Used too much.

Whether it was the previous use of the Confucian avenue, or the various subsequent uses, they all used Confucian means invisibly, and now they summoned the strongest practitioner of Confucianism, who was also the pioneer of Confucianism... Confucian saint!

Summon this.

Come here.

The price is too high.

The cause and effect are too heavy.

He can't bear it!

"Puff!"

The blood was still gushing out of his mouth, and the summoned Confucian sage's shadow image first looked down at the man in green, his eyes full of wisdom flashing with admiration and kindness, and then he gently waved the carving knife scattered between heaven and earth, and it naturally fell into his palm.

Holding the carving knife.

The world is in his hands.

The old man opposite the martial god's scalp exploded, his whole body tensed up, staring at the Confucian sage's shadow, even though he knew that it was just an illusory figure and did not have much strength, but this was after all the shadow of an emperor or even a Dharma image that surpassed the emperor. No matter how conceited he was, he did not dare to underestimate this person.

"Take my knife!"

"I will not die!"

"This is over!"

The Confucian sage's eyes were warm and peaceful, and the carving knife in his hand was also trembling with joy, as if he felt the breath of his master again after a long time, and cheered for joy!

The old man, the God of War, seemed more solemn than ever. He forced a smile and apologized, "You are so magnanimous. Please be magnanimous to a junior like me. Just stop at the limit and give a slight punishment. I know I am wrong!" But in his heart he secretly thought, it's just a shadow, no matter how terrifying it is, I will take the knife!