Chapter 739

"Shut up!"

Rao, the patriarch of Zhenwuzong was a very nervous man, and he couldn't help being furious when he heard Lin Lang's words at this moment.

How can I say that he is also one of the few superpowers in the Kunxu world, and his strength is at most only below Xuanyuan Puqi, and the world is shaken by stomping his feet.

He was actually ignored by Lin Youye?

"kill!"

The Patriarch of Zhenwu Zong was determined and didn't want to say more, so he directly waved his fists and rushed forward.

He opens and closes, his fists are astonishing, and he moves with a gust of wind and rain, like a humanoid violent ape, without any fancy movements, he can explode the space with a single punch.

What Zhenwuzong cultivated was the body of the ancient stone statue, and refined his physique. Even Xuanyuan Puqi did not dare to say that his attainments in the physical body could be better than that of the ancestor of Zhenwuzong.

Moreover, the first dao seed he condensed in the realm of the earth fairy is the power dao seed, one of the three thousand kinds of avenues, especially for those who have refined the physical body.

This is a person who has developed his physical body to the extreme in the Nascent Soul Realm, and he is fully worthy of the title of the strongest physical body in the Kunxu Realm.

"Well done!"

At this moment, Lin Lang let out a long laugh, and actually abandoned the Ice Soul Sword voluntarily, tied the sword behind his back, and fought hard with the Patriarch of Zhenwuzong.

Boom boom boom!

Loud noises like thunder echoed in the sky.

It was the collision sound of two people's physical bodies colliding, and the strength of the fist was so strong that the space was distorted.

"His physical body is not inferior to the ancestor of Zhenwuzong." Below, the expressions of the six ancestors were extremely dignified, and it was the first time they saw someone who could be comparable to the ancestor of Zhenwuzong in physical body.

One is that he does not practice Taoism for half his life and only cultivates the physical body. He inherits the body of the ancient stone statue from the age of mythology.

The other is the body of the heavenly law. Although there are still many mysteries that have not been developed, it is not inferior to those divine bodies that are good at physique in terms of physical strength.

Both of these are far beyond compare.

bang bang bang!

The Patriarch of Zhenwuzong stepped back, each step created an air vortex in the void, and the rapidly flowing air formed a storm.

The physical body has been cultivated to the extreme, and the physical body can completely tear the space. Obviously, the ancestor of Zhenwuzong reached this level.

"Your physical body may not be stronger than mine."

Lin Lang performed the Daye Seventy-two Stances, which are the entry-level martial arts from Daye Xianzong, the holy land of the fairy world, and are suitable for warriors in the innate realm.

Because most of the monks at that level can only fight with their bodies. The Daye Seventy-two Form is a perfect close combat martial art.

Boom boom boom!

The two kept bombarding each other in the sky, and stone skins kept falling. That is the hardened skin covered on the surface of the Tongtian stone statue cultivated by the ancestor of Zhenwuzong.

Wait for this layer of stone skin to fade away.

Then the most condensed body of the ancestor of the Zhenwu Sect was revealed, radiant and radiant, and the muscle lines overflowed with explosive beauty, like an immortal golden body made of pure gold.

His arms trembled, and endless power gushed out, shaking the world. Lin Lang performed the seventy-two moves of Daye, constantly changing moves in the air, and the shadows of his fists fell like rain.

"Golden Elephant Fist!"

Lin Lang gave a low shout, and his mighty power erupted like a tide.

The Patriarch of Zhenwuzong vomited blood from the beating, and a crack appeared on Immortal Gold's body. As Lin Lang's Golden Elephant Fist continued to unfold, dense cracks appeared on Immortal Gold's body.

boom!

Following the fourth form of the Golden Elephant Fist, it fell.

The Patriarch of Zhenwu Zong was like a kite with a broken string, falling from the sky and hitting the ground hundreds of meters deep. On the ground, only the ground within a radius of several miles could be seen collapsing into it.

The earth was split into two halves, a piece of blackness, it looked like two cliffs, and the master of Zhenwuzong fell into the crack.

"Oops!"

The complexions of the Kunxu powerhouses present changed slightly, and the six patriarchs jumped up from their seats, and two of them rushed out directly, trying to rescue them.

But it's too late.

Lin Lang swooped down and stepped into the crack of the ground first. Everyone could only hear three loud noises erupting from the depths of the ground, and they could only see the cracks in the ground expanding.

There was no more sound.

When the two Kunxu Patriarchs arrived at the edge of the crack, Lin Lang had already soared into the sky, holding a bloody head in his hand. That is the head of the Patriarch of Zhenwuzong!

"you!"

The two Kunxu patriarchs were sad for a moment, and then they were furious. At this moment, they directly joined hands to attack Lin Lang, and their magical powers were overwhelming.

These two Kunxu Patriarchs are Bailian Shengjiao and Yunlang Palace Patriarch respectively. They both possess supreme skills and have been enlightened for more than a thousand years.

Lin Lang is also at the third level of giants.

But obviously, the two Kunxu Patriarchs could not beat Lin Lang in the same realm.

Although the battle was fierce, the area of ​​dozens of miles was affected by magical powers, and the imperial city was sunk half a foot deep, but this battle came and ended quickly.

The battle is over.

Lin Lang walked out holding the sword, the sword edge was stained with blood, and the corpses of the two Kunxu Patriarchs fell down, their eyes were still open before they died, and they did not rest in peace.

"Fourth!"

"Lin Youye, you should die!"

The Patriarch of Luoxia Valley's eyes were about to burst, he wished he could rush forward and tear the opponent into pieces. The three Kunxu ancestors including Shuiyungong also showed expressions of grief and indignation

I wish I could eat its flesh and sleep on its skin.

This scene made many Kunxu monks unable to understand, and looked at the situation in front of them in a daze: "Aren't the seven heavenly sects opposed to each other, and often conflict?"

Shouldn't you feel that if you die, you will lose one, and if you die, you will have one less competitor?

How come now, the ancestor of Zhenwuzong was killed, but their old opponent was emotional, with a look of loss of love.

"Xuanyuan Puqi, originally I thought you were someone. As the number one expert in Kunxu, you can command the seven heavenly sects and win the respect of the world."

"But I don't think you are a villain who is greedy for life and afraid of death. Do you think it is possible to let these miscellaneous fish consume my energy? A hypocrite worthy of the name." Lin Lang disappointed.

Originally, he thought that Xuanyuan Puqi, who was famous in the Kunxu market, was respected by the monks in the Kunxu community because of his unique personality charm.

Now it seems that he is very disappointed.

His character is poor, and as the strongest master here, he knows that the cultivation of several patriarchs can't stop Lin Lang from fighting with all his strength, but he still wants to let the seven patriarchs take action and use up his energy as cannon fodder.

However, the Seven Great Patriarchs were willing to use it.

Not a single complaint.

It's really strange.

"Children, people always have to live for something."

"The goal of my life's efforts is not only to establish Truman, but also to defend the majesty of the royal family. This is the only wish of my father."

"This is not only my wish, but also the wish of the other six patriarchs." Patriarch Chumen sighed deeply.

"Lin Youye, today is the most important day in our Kunxu world. The pilgrimage to worship ancestors is also your Chinese ancestors. As a descendant of Yan and Huang, you cannot deny the Chinese blood flowing in your body."

"Today, I didn't want to make a move. Blood was splashed on the pillars at the pilgrimage ceremony." Xuanyuan Puqi stepped forward and spoke loudly.

"Ancestor worship, is it me? Since it's not me, why stop?" Lin Lang sneered.

"Lin Youye, if you respect your ancestors and Emperor Xuanyuan, you will retreat today, and you and I will agree on a time and place in another day, and we will live and die separately!"

"I don't want Emperor Xuanyuan and his old man to see our human race killing each other."

Xuanyuan Puqi said in a deep voice.

"Lingran said so righteously, because he is greedy for life and afraid of death." Lin Lang sneered: "There will be no need for another day. Today I will destroy your Kunxu and settle all past grievances!"

"It seems that you are determined to make trouble."

Xuanyuan Puqi's expression was gloomy.

"It's not about making trouble, it's about destroying your Kunxu. I have been chasing and killing me for six or seven years. Let's talk about who can survive today." Lin Lang said lightly.

Xuanyuan Puqi clenched his fists tightly, his emotions were brewing to the extreme, and he would explode in the next moment.

But he still didn't make a move.

"Why do you need your Highness to take action, I will kill him!"

The founder of Misty Sword Sect was an old woman, she looked trembling, but the next moment, her back swelled, her collapsed waist was straight as before, and she returned to the appearance of a middle-aged woman.

She is glamorous and charming, and it can be seen that she should have been a famous beauty in the world when she was young. At this moment, she is full of fighting spirit, and she is like a respected female war god.

The posture of holding the sword is in full bloom.

"I hope that Your Highness will integrate the mortal world, and there will be a place for the Misty Sword Sect in the future." The founder of the Misty Sword Sect looked back at Xuanyuan Puqi, and then looked at the Misty Sword Sect.

It's like saying a final goodbye.

"Grandfather."

Zhong Ruwei and the others stood in the crowd, with a line of tears running down the corner of their eyes. They knew how powerful the enemy the Kunxu Realm was facing at this moment.

Their patriarch, who had already decided to be martyred, went to die.