Chapter 3732: The Battle of Crushing

Xiao Yi glanced coldly at the Eight Heavenly Monarchs.

"Your purpose is the eight absolute relics?"

Gu Yuantian sneered and said nothing.

Wuhei Tianjun said solemnly, "We still don't take it seriously."

"Today, I just came to take your life, little friend Xiao Yi, at the order of the ancestors."

"Everything is just..."

"Wuhei Tianjun." Piaomiao Tianjun glanced indifferently, and his eyes were full of dissatisfaction.

Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes.

Eight Heavenly Lord, no one knows how long he has lived.

Eight people, the self-proclaimed guardian of the mainland, the enforcer and defender of the laws of heaven and earth.

The eight people have seen the vicissitudes of this world and the vicissitudes of this world.

Unless there is a special reason, it is simply impossible to speak from the mouths of these old monsters.

Eight Heavenly Monarch, sometimes the indifference is not like a living being at all, but more like the law of indifference in this world.

And Wuhei Tianjun was willing to let go of his guard against him, and there was a look of shame in his eyes from time to time, but the reason was unknown for the time being.

Xiao Yi thought to himself, taking in everything below.

In my heart, I was secretly horrified at first.

The combat power of the eight main hall masters was completely beyond his imagination.

This is also the first time he has seen the eight masters of the main hall all use the eight absolute relics, and the battle power broke out.

Eight people fought hard against the ancestors of hundreds of families. Among them, Senior Luo was the main blockade of this area, and only part of the battle strength was allocated to participate in the battle.

The ancestors of hundreds of families are all above the peak of the ninth level of the monarchy.

Moreover, the ancestors of the hundred schools were not ordinary warriors.

These hundred people who founded hundreds of schools and created the brilliant martial arts in those bleak years of martial arts are all the most amazing and brilliant.

Compared with the eight sects that rely on the long years of sects,

As well as the gifts and inheritance left by the ancestors of the emperor realm, they became the old monsters of the powerhouses in the world; the ancestors of the eight families, who were famous in the middle of the ancient times, were younger, but now they are stronger than the eight sect masters.

The difference between the two is obvious.

These hundred people, all rely on their own fists to smash the barrier of martial arts, leaving solid footprints on the long road of martial arts.

There were two reasons why he was able to recognize these hundred ancestors so easily just now with the breath of martial arts.

The first is the years when the ancestors of the Baijia became famous. In fact, it has not been as long as imagined.

It seems to be called the ancestor, but in fact, it is only a warrior in the middle of ancient times. If you count the years, it is also the powerhouse of Senior Luo's era.

The second is that these hundred people are too amazing to be stunning, too famous.

History cannot erase the traces and brilliance of the existence of these hundred people.

In fact, these 100 people seem to be the symbols of the ancient times.

But now, under the joint efforts of such a hundred terrifying powerhouses, they have been crushed by the seven chief hall masters.

Now the battle that broke out in the mid-air to high-altitude altitude is a crushing battle; seven people, crushing a hundred people!

He himself is considered to be tempered, and at this level of combat power, he is also experienced in hundreds of battles, so his eyesight is sufficient.

According to my own judgment, if the Eight Heavenly Lord is not protected by the Law of Shouyuan, even if the Eight Heavenly Lord fights with the eight chief hall masters in the palm of his hand, the result will only be crushed and killed by the eight chief hall masters.

The eight main hall masters, the cultivation base is nothing, but the battle power is basically the ceiling under the emperor realm.

No wonder the eight chief hall masters are always so confident from beginning to end.

It's no wonder that even in the Tianyuan realm that claimed to have wiped out the mighty Demon Sect in the great war thousands of years ago, it could only be compromised in the hands of the eight first-generation chief hall masters.

No wonder, the Eight Temples, since its inception, has been hailed as the cornerstone of the Eight Continents!

whoosh…

below.

The main hall master of Yaozun suddenly pointed out.

The sharp and mysterious sword of the Seven Killing Swordsman swept out.

Suddenly, the Seven Kills Sword Lord's face changed, his body stiffened, and the Seven Kills Sword in his hand suddenly freezes in the air, "How could it be possible...my hand..."

"Starting from the fingers, the qi and blood flow backwards, and the heart pulses go away."

The finger of the master of Yaozun came in an instant, focusing heavily on the chest of the Seven Kills Sword Lord.

bang bang bang bang bang...

As if a thousand layers of waves were shaken by a single stone, the Seven Killing Swordsman's body exploded again and again, and a cloud of blood mist burst out.

"Pfft." The Seven Kills Sword Master spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Ben Jianjun and you only fought for a few dozen breaths, but you were able to lightly injure all the acupoints and meridians in the limbs and bones of this Jianjun."

"This last finger caused all injuries. If this swordsman hadn't protected his heart with the Qi of Seven Killing Swords, I'm afraid that all the blood in his body would have flowed back now, and he would have burst his heart and died."

"Sure enough, those who are best at saving people are also those who are best at killing people."

"The body of the emperor itself contains countless mysteries. Because of the different martial arts of each martial artist, the circulation and operation of the breath in the body are different."

"In addition to the differences in the strengths of various martial arts, the way of mobilizing the energy to the meridians in the small world is different, the circulation is different, and the focus of the five zang-organs and acupoints is different."

"The body of a Junjing martial artist is so complicated that it is equivalent to the vast knowledge of martial arts."

"Your medicine is real, but you can see through it all at a glance."

Master Yaozun chuckled, "Yes, Seven Kills Sword Master, in my eyes, you are full of weaknesses."

Qisha Jianjun's face was full of shock, "With immortal relics, you can engage in unbridled close combat; with insightful weaknesses, any martial artist is full of flaws in your eyes."

"To fight with you in close quarters is simply that any martial artist is equivalent to seeking death."

"It's true that there is no crude drug in three feet, so it is."

bang...

At a height of a hundred miles above the air, there was a sudden explosion.

To be more honest, it was actually the head of the Demon Hunter who raised his knee and slammed into Jun Bukong Meng's chin.

Bukong Mengjun was struck by lightning, his blood-stained face was blown away heavily.

whoosh…

Before waiting for Bukong Mengjun to stand firm, the figure of the main hall master of the hunter had disappeared, and instantly appeared behind Bukong Mengjun. With a flick of his leg, the still flying Bukong Mengjun bounced back. back.

"Mengdao, trapped in the air..." Fukong Mengjun didn't care to stabilize his figure, and hurriedly put out his hands.

However, as soon as his hands came out, his Yuan Li just condensed, and the figure of the main hall master of the hunter had already arrived in an instant.

The old palms were actually vigorous and powerful, and they clenched Bukong Mengjun's hands backwards with two clicks, and Bukong Mengjun's hands were completely twisted.

"Uh..." Bukong Mengjun exclaimed bitterly.

"Broken." The main hall master of the hunter snorted coldly.

Bukong Mengjun's pupils shrank, his already twisted hands were clenched backwards, and a pair of arms were instantly broken with a click.

"Bastard." Bukong Mengjun widened his eyes angrily.

The main hall master of the Demon Hunter had an indifferent expression and punched him backhand. Bukong Mengjun only felt severe pain in his face, and another punch was smashed into the air.

This time, Bukong Mengjun only felt his head froze for a while, his mouth was full of fishy sweetness, and there was a sense of air leaking from his mouth. In the air, a few silver teeth instantly turned into powder.

From the beginning to the end, there is nothing fancy about the action of the main hall master of the hunter, and there is no such thing as earth-shattering martial arts.

One punch and one kick, one move and one style, it couldn't be simpler, but it was all fierce and smooth.

Since the two fought until now, Fukong Mengjun has not even fought back once.

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