Chapter 600 Kill Nascent Soul!

The middle-aged monk carried Si Junyu and got closer and closer to Gusu Qi and Tianchen Zhenjun.

In the blink of an eye, it was already less than ten feet.

Different from the suppressed excitement in the eyes of Gusu Qi and Zhenjun Tianchen, the middle-aged monk looked very calm, his eyes were deep, and there was no trace of waves.

Approaching the front, the middle-aged monk seemingly casually threw Si Junyu to the opposite Zhenchen Tianchen.

True Monarch Tianchen's eyes shone brightly, and he hurriedly reached out to pick it up.

On the other side, Gu Su Qi couldn't help laughing loudly.

"Ha ha……"

suddenly!

Gu Su Qi's laughter stopped abruptly!

Out of the corner of his eyes, a figure glimpsed, followed behind Si Junyu, and suddenly rushed to the front, a pair of eyes were surging with fierce light, like an ancient demon that was about to devour!

hiss!

Gu Su Qi took a breath of cold air.

This middle-aged monk actually had murderous intentions on Yuanying Zhenjun!

How dare he!

A cultivator in the Golden Core Realm, how dare he do something to True Monarch Nascent Soul!

"Come on!"

The middle-aged monk suddenly opened his mouth, like a spring thunder in his tongue, exuding a suffocating killing intent from his body, sticking out a huge and thick palm, covering the sky and the sun, stirring the wind and clouds.

Gu Su Qi only felt that his eyes were dark, and a large shadow shrouded his head, as if a dark cloud was pressing down on the city!

"you wanna die!"

Gusu Qi held the sword in his backhand and slashed fiercely in front of him!

The two were too close.

Before the swordsmanship could be fully deployed, Su Zimo's left hand had already grasped Gu Su Qi's wrist!

No matter how clever the swordsmanship was, it was useless at this time.

This distance is all about the power of melee combat, the power of the flesh!

Gu Su Qi's expression changed greatly, and a panic finally flashed in his eyes.

His wrist was locked tightly by the middle-aged monk, and he couldn't break free at all.

Only then did he realize how terrifying the body of the middle-aged monk was!

The melee power of this middle-aged monk was enough to threaten his life!

Gusu Qi is the Yuanying Zhenjun.

If they fight normally, and mobilize mana with divine sense, they will not give the middle-aged monk a chance to get close.

In the current situation, being approached by a middle-aged monk is equivalent to being approached by a pure-blooded beast.

Most of the cultivators are weak and weak, far inferior to the demon clan.

Therefore, cultivators will use spiritual techniques, spells, spiritual tools, etc., to continuously widen the distance and prevent monsters from getting close.

But once approached by monsters, cultivators will be dangerous!

True Monarch Tianchen had just caught Si Junyu who was thrown over, and he couldn't help at all.

At this moment, everything can only depend on Gusu Qi himself!

The timing of the middle-aged monk's shot was too delicate.

One point fast, one point slow, will not cause such a situation.

Click!

The middle-aged monk did not give Gu Suqi any time to react at all, and directly crushed the latter's wrist!

"what!"

Gusu Qi cried out in pain, and cold sweat broke out instantly.

call!

At the same time, the middle-aged monk's big hand came down, and a tragic atmosphere broke out to suppress everything.

Gu Suqi's wrist was crushed, and his head stagnated for a moment. When he reacted, the palm of the middle-aged monk had already landed on the top of his head.

In a hurry, he could only raise his arm to block.

Ka Ka Ka!

In just a short collision, Gu Su Qi's arm was instantly crushed under the palm of the middle-aged monk!

The palm of the hand kept castrated, and slapped heavily on Gusu Qi's Tianling cover!

boom!

Brain burst!

Gusu Qi stared, and cracks appeared on his face.

His head was almost smashed by the palm of a middle-aged monk!

The primordial spirit was directly shattered, and the already dead can no longer die!

True Monarch Yuan Ying has fallen!

Gusu Qishang, who was in the center of the battlefield, couldn't react, and the rest of the people were even more stunned on the spot.

Whether it was Ji Yaoxue's side or Si Junyu's side, no one expected that the situation on the battlefield would suddenly change, and in less than a breath, True Monarch Nascent Soul would have fallen!

And what's even more terrifying is that the killing has not stopped!

"Monk, Dare!"

True Monarch Tianchen had just put Sijunyu down when he saw this scene, and his heart was shaken, and he couldn't help but be furious!

"Why don't I dare!"

After the middle-aged monk beheaded Gusu Qi, his movements did not stop at all. With one big step, he rushed in front of True Monarch Tianchen and shouted, "You are the one who killed!"

Hearing this sentence, Zhenjun Mingze was shocked.

You are the one who killed. The meaning of these five words is to say that from the very beginning, the middle-aged monks had murderous intentions against these two Nascent Soul True Monarchs!

This monk captured Si Junyu, not as a bargaining chip to negotiate.

He captured Si Junyu alive just for this moment!

From the beginning to the end, he never intended to let go of these two Nascent Soul True Monarchs!

This man is really brave!

on the battlefield.

The long sword in True Monarch Tianchen's hand turned, and the sword was aimed at the middle-aged monk's heart, stabbed hard, and said coldly, "I don't know whether to live or die!"

The sword light is cold and sharp, and it is enough to annihilate everything!

This is the magic weapon of Yuan Ying Zhenjun.

Although the body of the middle-aged monk is strong, a high-grade spiritual tool can be broken with a single finger, but it cannot hold the edge of the magic tool.

Facing the sharpness of Jianxiu, he could only retreat.

However, as long as he retreated and the distance between the two sides widened, he would never have the chance to fight the True Monarch Yuan Ying again.

"Buzz!"

A flash of determination flashed in the middle-aged monk's eyes, and he uttered Sanskrit.

Void tremors.

True Monarch Tianchen's long sword paused for a moment.

But the pause was subtle and barely noticeable.

The speed of the middle-aged monk did not decrease, he just turned slightly sideways and continued to slaughter towards True Monarch Tianchen.

puff!

The sword that originally stabbed at his heart shifted a little, but it still stabbed into the middle-aged monk's chest fiercely!

Blood gushed.

The middle-aged monk didn't realize it, his eyes were fierce, and he let the long sword penetrate his body and continued to charge forward!

Mingze Zhenjun and everyone clearly saw that a bloody sword body appeared on the vest of the middle-aged monk.

Although this sword failed to pierce the heart of the middle-aged monk.

But the distance between the sword's edge and the heart is only a short distance away!

As long as Zhenjun Tianchen's wrist is turned, the sword's edge is enough to crush the heart of a middle-aged monk!

At this moment, the middle-aged monk entered through his body with a long sword, came to Tianchen Zhenjun, and waved his arm directly!

This arm, which looks soft and collapsed, looks like the proboscis of an ancient idol. With a slap, it made a crisp sound in mid-air, wrapping around the head of True Monarch Tianchen, and slammed it fiercely!

Ka Ka Ka!

True Monarch Tianchen's head spun several times around his neck before slowly stopping, his eyes bulging, and he had already stopped breathing.

Victory and defeat.

Life and death are divided.

Under such power, True Monarch Tianchen's neck bones have long been shattered.

In the head, it has also been shaken into a paste, and the primordial spirit is dead.

Before he died, his palms tightly gripped the hilt of the sword.

But after all, it was a little slower, and it failed to break the middle-aged monk's heart.

This is the melee front!

As long as one step slows down, even if it is just a tiny bit, one is life and the other is death!

Life and death, in this moment!

Zhenjun Mingze couldn't believe how a middle-aged monk in the battlefield would feel.

Just an outsider, he was already nervous and broke out in a cold sweat!

It's a real fight!

As long as True Monarch Tianchen takes a quick shot, the middle-aged monk is lying on the ground at this time.

But on second thought, it seems that there is only such a choice, such a decision, it is possible to fight against the Tianchen Zhenjun!

"What a terrible monk, who is he?"

When Zhenjun Mingze looked at the back of the middle-aged monk, what he felt was not only shock, but also fear!