Chapter 598: Terrorist Combat Power

"Seven Swords Cut the Sky!"

This person shouted loudly, the sword energy in his body roared, the golden core was running wildly, and the spiritual power was whistling.

Seven gigantic long swords emerged from behind him, with sharp edges and extreme sharpness, almost tearing the sky to shreds!

Seven swords cut the sky.

Ranked seventy-eighth in the last vision list.

This sword cultivator obviously got the true inheritance of Jiantian Jianzong, and his understanding is very high, so he can understand this golden elixir vision inherited by the sect.

The Golden Core Vision can break out the most terrifying attack in the Golden Core Realm.

And Jianxiu's golden core vision, the power of killing is even heavier!

The middle-aged monk had just rushed to the front, and there were five Daxia guards in front of him who had a tacit understanding, broke out the technique of joint strikes, and shot at the same time.

The five long knives seem to be integrated into one, condensing a thick-backed long knife with heavy force, descending from the sky, bursting out with the momentum of annihilating everything!

In addition, there are four long swords that flash with a cold light, which are divided into different angles and assassinated.

Before reaching the front, the sharpness of the sword's body is already chilling!

The most terrifying attack was the vision of the golden core that was just released - the Seven Swords Cut the Sky!

"Kill him, kill him!"

Si Junyu looked grim and shouted.

The middle-aged monk's expression remained unchanged. Facing the oncoming attack, his eyes brightened, he opened his mouth suddenly, and a Sanskrit sound that shook the world erupted from the depths of his throat!

"Buzz!"

This syllable is extremely strange, and it is definitely not the normal text of the Heavenly Desolate Continent.

From the mouth of a middle-aged monk, there is an inexplicable power!

Although the middle-aged monk did not have any spiritual power fluctuations in his body, the Sanskrit sound was rolling, resounding through the heavens and the earth, reverberating endlessly, as if it could penetrate all obstacles and reach the hearts of the people!

This is the Sanskrit sound that erupts only with the power of the internal organs and the power of the mouthpiece!

"Um?"

"Sound Wave Secret Art?"

The expressions of the three Nascent Soul True Monarchs in midair changed slightly.

You must know that the sonic secret technique is the rarest secret technique in the cultivation world, and it is extremely difficult to cultivate. Only some super sects and top forces have inheritance.

This Daming Mantra was the secret technique of Daming Temple that was supernatural and has been lost for thousands of years.

True Monarch Nascent Soul's lifespan is no more than a thousand years at most, so the three True Monarch Nascent Soul cannot recognize the origin of this secret technique.

On the battlefield, the ten Jindan real people who shot directly opposite were caught off guard, and they were all shocked.

The long swords in the hands of the five Daxia guards and the long swords in the hands of the four sword cultivators were all stagnant.

This kind of stagnation, in the eyes of ordinary monks, may not be anything.

But in the eyes of middle-aged monks, it is really a huge flaw!

A trace of stagnation means that there is a trace of exhaustion in strength!

The middle-aged monk did not dodge or evade, but he took the lead and swung his arm with his backhand, like a thick steel whip, hitting the five thick-backed long knives heavily.

Ka Ka Ka!

All the long knives shattered.

The five Daxia guards changed color in shock.

The five of them were about to retreat and dodge, but found that the middle-aged monk did not continue chasing them, and turned to the other four sword cultivators of the Sword Sect.

Before the five people could react, another Sanskrit sound exploded in their ears!

This really blows up.

It's like thunder rang in my ears!

"Well!"

The five people's eyes were round and bloodshot, and the whole people were stunned on the spot.

I just felt that my head was hit by a heavy hammer, and I lost consciousness for a short time.

The four sword cultivators of the Heavenly Sword Sect had just recovered from their composure, and were about to continue their shots when they heard the second Sanskrit sound.

The four of them showed pain, and their facial features were twisted together. Not to mention continuing to shoot, the long sword in their hands could no longer be held.

The middle-aged monk's eyes were cold, and he directly slammed into the front of the four people. In an instant, he punched four consecutive punches, directly smashing the heads of the four sword cultivators!

The last remaining sword cultivator never made a move.

It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't!

The two Sanskrit sounds fell, and this person was shocked. The seven huge long swords behind him swayed a little before they were completely solidified, and there was a faint trend of collapsing!

This person is too busy to take care of himself, how can he deal with the middle-aged monk.

In a single thought, the four members of the same sect died.

At this time, the middle-aged monk had already killed him!

The next moment, his pupils contracted violently!

In his sight, the middle-aged monk opened his mouth again!

"Woolen cloth!"

The third Sanskrit sound is coming!

The first to suffer were the five Daxia guards who were standing there.

Under the impact of three consecutive Sanskrit sounds, the five people's eyes, ears, mouth and nose have already dripped scarlet blood!

Seven orifices bleeding!

It seems that there are no wounds on the bodies of the five people.

But in their heads, they have been shaken to pieces!

The eyes of the five people were dim, and they fell straight down.

From beginning to end, the middle-aged monks never touched them, and they were completely shocked to death by the three Sanskrit sounds!

The only remaining sword cultivator had a pale face and panic in his eyes.

Under the impact of the three Sanskrit sounds, his golden core vision is already trembling, and it may collapse at any time!

He has practiced Taoism for more than two hundred years and has fought countless battles, so he can be regarded as a genius of Jietian Jianzong.

But he had never seen such a fighting style.

There is no spiritual fluctuation in the body.

With just his voice, he can shake the power of his vision!

In other words, if there is no protection from the Golden Core Vision, under the impact of these three Sanskrit sounds, even if he does not die, I am afraid he will be seriously injured!

The next moment, the middle-aged monk came close and opened his mouth again!

"chant!"

The fourth Sanskrit sound!

At the same time, at the moment when the fourth Sanskrit sound came, the middle-aged monk made a bold move, and his huge fist smashed directly on the Jindan vision!

Click!

Seven long swords, all broken!

The remaining Jindan real people saw their teeth were sore, and their faces were shocked.

Where have people seen such power?

Jindan vision is the most powerful means of Jindan real person.

Even the most top-level spiritual arts may not be able to compete with it.

But now, everyone has actually seen someone with flesh and blood to shake the golden elixir vision!

The most terrifying thing is that the Seven Swords of the Heavenly Sword Sect, under this person's Sanskrit voice and fist, is like a chicken and a dog, vulnerable to a single blow!

puff!

The vision of the golden core shattered, and the only remaining sword cultivator was shocked and spat out a large mouthful of blood.

The middle-aged monk didn't give him any chance at all, stepped forward, stretched out his finger, and lightly tapped the man's throat.

Click!

The man's throat was shattered and he died on the spot!

Si Junyu was completely frightened.

He really did not expect that ten Jindan real people, and even a strong person who cultivated the vision of Jindan, could not stop the middle-aged monk for a moment!

The whole process, said to be long, but in fact, only three breaths.

Before Si Junyu could react, the middle-aged monk had already killed him!

At this time, even Gusu Qi and Tianchen, the two Nascent Soul True Monarchs, wanted to rescue them, but it was too late.

"Dare!"

When Zhenjun Tianchen saw this scene out of the corner of his eyes, his expression changed greatly, and he shouted loudly.

"Bald donkey, if you dare to hurt his life, you will surely die today!"

Gusu Qi said coldly.