Nine Hundred and Eighty-Two. Kill if You Say Kill

Hot as fire, yet full of vitality.

The powerful breath made everyone present almost suffocate, and hallucinations appeared in front of their eyes.

As if in a boundless fire, a precious sycamore tree stands towering, and the clear and clear phoenix song can be heard from the top of the tree.

Then I saw the precious sycamore tree about to fall from the sky and land on the top of Haoling Mountain.

Although not a single word was spoken, everyone already knew the identity of the visitor.

The elder of Wutongpo, Fengyi Mountain, martial sage Jiuzhong, a strong person in the late stage of Xianqiao, "Baowu Zhenyue" Zhang Shuren.

All the southern warriors felt rejoiced.

I heard Yan Zhaoge talking with Zhao Zhen earlier, although I already knew that Zhang Shuren was coming.

But hearing is believing, seeing is believing.

Even if Zhao Zhen wasn't bluffing and Zhang Shuren was really rushing over, if he arrived late, the people here might have already died at the hands of Singer Yanzhao.

But now, Zhang Shuren really appeared, giving all southern warriors a reassurance.

Yan Zhaoge naturally felt Zhang Shuren's approach.

Among all the people present, he was the first to discover Zhang Shuren, even earlier than Yuan Xiancheng and Zhao Zhen.

Regarding the arrival of this ninth-level Martial Saint, Yan Zhaoge's reaction was that after cutting off Zhao Zhen's handwriting with one sword, he did not hesitate at all, and made another sword.

With his hands useless, his sword skills broken, and his protective essence collapsed, Zhao Zhen could only watch helplessly as Yan Zhaoge's sword approached him.

There was a low shout in the sky, and a flame descended rapidly.

The target of this flame is not Yan Zhaoge, but Zhao Zhen.

In the blazing flames, a ray of white air emerged, guiding Zhao Zhen to a ray of life, leading him to escape from the sky.

But Yan Zhaoge stretched out his other hand, put his index finger and thumb together in the air, and pinched towards the middle.

The line of yin and virtuous white qi, which implies endless vitality, was cut off immediately, and Zhao Zhen's way of life was also completely cut off.

Yun Zhuantian's lightsaber was on the edge, the brilliance turned, and a big head flew straight into the sky.

The head rises to a high point, then falls downwards, flipping over, revealing a dead face.

Zhao Zhen, one of the few masters in the eastern part of Yantian Realm in the south, the eightfold martial sage, the strongman in the middle stage of Xianqiao, and the "Purple Tide Swordsman" who dominated the Tongming Sea, died today under the sword of Yan Zhaoge!

Seeing this scene, the southern warriors who had just settled down trembled again.

Everyone subconsciously backed away, and the treasured phoenix tree that fell from the sky and spread its branches and leaves in the raging fire could not drive away the chill in their hearts at this time.

Seeing Zhao Zhen being killed, Yuan Xiancheng's expression changed immediately, and he rushed forward.

But the majestic and domineering sun seal fell down and firmly blocked Yuan Xiancheng, so he could only watch Zhao Zhen's decapitated body.

"Oh, interesting?" Yan Zhaoge turned around casually as if nothing had happened, and looked at Yuan Xiancheng.

However, Yuan Xiancheng, who was reborn from Nirvana this time, was different from before.

Except for his right eye being closed tightly, Yuan Xiancheng at this moment is no longer the old look he had before.

His appearance now looked like a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties.

Judging from his facial features, he could still vaguely see the appearance of the old man before, but he looked much younger all of a sudden.

When he was reborn for the first time, his appearance did not change.

This time, sacrificing his right eye to be reborn from the ashes, Yuan Xiancheng's appearance changed, as if he was rejuvenated.

It's just that his appearance looks like he has returned to his prime, but Yuan Xiancheng's cultivation strength is clearly a little weaker.

He is still the Eightfold Martial Saint, a strong man in the mid-stage of Xianqiao, still tyrannical, but with the true meaning of the four virtues, the rich soil of merit has become much thinner.

Reminiscent of when Yuan Xiancheng first made a move, two phoenixes flew out of his eyes, one was negative and white, and the other was negative of merit, Yan Zhaoge was amazed: "If you blind your remaining left eye, or force you to sacrifice your left eye Now that you are reborn from Nirvana for the third time, will you return to your youthful appearance?"

Yuan Xiancheng's real age is older than Zhuang Shen's son, "Prince Phoenix" Zhuang Zhaohui.

But it is far smaller than "Baowu Zhenyue" Zhang Shuren and "Wang" Peng He.

certainly,

Judging by the life expectancy of ordinary people, Yuan Xiancheng must be very old.

But if calculated by the lifespan of Xianqiao Martial Saint, Yuan Xiancheng is extremely young.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a youth.

His appearance was old before, but now it seems that it has something to do with his refining his eyes into a phoenix clone.

The phoenix avatar refined from the right eye bears the merits and virtues, and the phoenix avatar refined from the left eye bears the yin virtue and white energy.

With this convenience, Yuan Xiancheng only needed to cultivate the purple light of merit and the water wave of holy virtue in the early days, so that he could gain the four virtues as early as the level of seeing the gods and warriors.

Now, Yuan Xiancheng's cultivation base is getting higher and higher, and besides merit and holiness, he has also begun to practice merit and yin virtue.

With the help of two avatars, his accumulation will be thicker than other Wutongpo warriors.

But before the real results, once a clone disappears, his own strength will also be affected and drop a lot.

Losing his right eye refining avatar, his attainments on the soil of merit and virtue declined sharply.

If the avatar refined by the left eye also disappears, the Yinde white qi will also be greatly damaged.

Yuan Xiancheng's right eye was tightly closed, and his left eye was staring at Yan Zhaoge who had just beheaded Zhao Zhen.

At the same time, an old man descended from the sky and appeared beside Yuan Xiancheng.

All the martial artists in the south recognized that this old man was none other than Wutong Po Su Lao, "Bao Wu Zhenyue" Zhang Shuren.

"Isn't even Xiancheng your opponent?" Zhang Shuren looked at Yan Zhaoge seriously.

Yan Zhaoge spread his palms: "Bullying the strong and bullying the weak, bullying the weak and the few, these are not in line with the true meaning of Shengde, besieging me together with other people, the strength he can exert personally is actually weaker than that alone, but he alone On the other hand, it is indeed not my opponent."

"Cao Dongnan, I'm afraid I didn't see through your potential and strength." Zhang Shuren didn't hesitate, and said instead: "I received a message from Junior Brother Peng that you returned to the upper realm from the void outside the realm, and the place where you were before is originally There are many people entering the door."

Zhang Shuren stared at Yan Zhaoge, and asked slowly: "What's wrong with them?"

"They all died inside." Yan Zhaoge calmly replied, "If you want to count, it's all related to me. Zhuang Zhaohui was beheaded by me."

After a moment of silence, Zhang Shuren raised his hand: "Since that's the case, let me show you what makes you so outstanding."

It is different from other people in Wutongpo, Fengyi Mountain, who majored in swordsmanship.

What Zhang Shuren is good at is palm technique.

Its original Wutong palm is the first of its kind in a generation, adding another unique knowledge to the inheritance of Wutongpo in Fengyi Mountain.

As Zhang Shuren raised his palm, the huge plane tree stood tall and turned into reality, showing strong vitality and at the same time bringing a suffocating sense of oppression.

All the space covered by the branches and leaves of the sycamore tree was engulfed by the flames and turned into nothing! (To be continued..)

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