Chapter: 1244
"If you kill twenty elite disciples of my Holy Sect today, then stay forever."
The black-robed man snorted coldly, and a terrifying aura erupted. The black-robed man moved automatically without wind, hunting, and the wind howled all over his body.
"Elder Nalan is going to make a move! I'm afraid this son will be in trouble."
"Elder Nalan's status in the Holy Sect is quite high, and his cultivation is even above the eight-round emperor's realm. He is also the number one powerhouse in the Sacred Sect. This young man killed twenty disciples of the Sacred Sect. It caused a catastrophe!"
"After all, Shengzong is the holy land of martial arts in this world. This son who kills the people of Shengzong is simply looking for death!"
Feeling the fierce killing intent emanating from the black-robed man, many people were startled, and looked at Zhuo Wen with pity and regret.
"Originally, I just wanted to drive you out of the Holy Sect, but unfortunately, you not only refused to listen, but even insulted my disciples of the Holy Sect!"
"And now it's even more ruthless, killing my twenty disciples of the Holy Sect, you deserve death, no one can save you today!"
The black-robed man stood in the air, majestic and majestic, looking down at Zhuo Wen, his voice was like thunder, rolling away.
Nalan Hongyu's face turned red, her second uncle was finally about to make a move, so the young man in front of him was sure to die.
"Hehe! You deserve death? Then you come and try!"
Picking up the bone gun, Zhuo Wen pointed the tip of the bone gun at the man in black robe, quite provocatively.
As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the surrounding area. No one thought that at this juncture, this kid actually dared to provoke the black-robed man. Isn't this courting death?
"Since you want to court death so much, then I will help you!"
The black-robed man laughed back angrily, clasped his hands together, and the terrifying energy gathered in the void behind him, and the black-black energy gushed out, turning into a huge black blade of tens of feet.
"Black Absolute Blade!"
With a low shout, the black-robed man leaped across the void and swooped down in an instant. With that huge black blade, he rushed towards Zhuo Wen with awe-inspiring momentum.
"Elder Nalan actually used the strongest move, the Black Jue Blade. It seems that he intends to completely kill the young man in front of him with one move!"
Seeing the huge black blade appearing beside the black-robed man, many people's eyes were full of astonishment. This black-blade is the black-robed man's unique move, and many people are quite clear about it.
Raising his head slightly, Zhuo Wen's gaze was still that ancient well without waves. With a stamp of his foot, Zhuo Wen suddenly soared into the sky, and with a flick of the bone spear in his right hand, the power of mysterious artistic conception exploded suddenly.
Whoosh!
In an instant, Zhuo Wen and the black-robed man passed by, just like strangers, there was no fierce confrontation, no passionate collision, just passed by calmly.
Click!
Then everyone's pupils shrunk and realized that the condensed black blade of the man in black had completely disintegrated into countless black fragments under the watchful eyes of everyone.
Pooh!
The black-robed man suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and he flew upside down like a withered butterfly, his eyes wide open, full of disbelief.
Even the black-robed man never imagined that his Black Jue Blade was simply broken like this, and there was nothing fancy about it.
Boom!
After hitting the ground dozens of meters away, the black-robed man spit out a mouthful of blood again, and his breath was even more lethargic to the extreme.
Quiet, at this moment, the whole surroundings fell into a strange atmosphere of silence, whether it was the crowd watching off the field, or Nalan Hongyu and Bai Lao on the mountain gate, they all froze on the spot.
Their gazes were all focused on the embarrassing figure who fell to the ground, spitting blood from the mouth tens of meters away. Unbelievable emotions filled almost everyone's face.
The black-robed man, the elder of the Holy Sect, a strong man whose strength is above the Eighth Round Emperor Realm, is now fighting an ordinary young man, and he is defeated in one face-to-face!
When everyone realized that what happened in front of them was not an illusion, the sound of gasping for breath could not help but resound.
The most surprised thing was Nalan Hongyu. At this moment, Nalan Hongyu was stunned in place, her beautiful eyes fixed on the defeated man in black robe, her tender body trembling all over.
"How is it possible? The second uncle is a powerhouse of the Eighth Round Emperor Realm, and he was defeated by this son? This is simply impossible. It must be my illusion, yes, it must be my illusion."
Bai Lao opened his mouth slightly, but his heart was extremely shocked. The strength of the young man in front of him had already surpassed his imagination. Even the man in black robe was defeated by him with one move.
"Elder Nalan! The person you want to drive away is a real evil genius! Offending such a genius is really not worth the candle."
Bai Lao shook his head, with a look of pity in his eyes, the young man in front of him is too terrifying, if the man in black robe does not thrust his legs and insists on driving him out of the Holy Sect, this boy is now an inner disciple of the Sacred Sect up.
It's a pity that good luck tricks people, and now because of the black-robed man, it is impossible for this son to join their holy sect.
Thinking of this, Bai Lao was also extremely uncomfortable with the black-robed man's actions. Unfortunately, his status was always inferior to the black-robed man's, and his right to speak was also inferior to the latter's, so he was powerless. JrNovels.com
The black-robed man snorted coldly, and a terrifying aura erupted. The black-robed man moved automatically without wind, hunting, and the wind howled all over his body.
"Elder Nalan is going to make a move! I'm afraid this son will be in trouble."
"Elder Nalan's status in the Holy Sect is quite high, and his cultivation is even above the eight-round emperor's realm. He is also the number one powerhouse in the Sacred Sect. This young man killed twenty disciples of the Sacred Sect. It caused a catastrophe!"
"After all, Shengzong is the holy land of martial arts in this world. This son who kills the people of Shengzong is simply looking for death!"
Feeling the fierce killing intent emanating from the black-robed man, many people were startled, and looked at Zhuo Wen with pity and regret.
"Originally, I just wanted to drive you out of the Holy Sect, but unfortunately, you not only refused to listen, but even insulted my disciples of the Holy Sect!"
"And now it's even more ruthless, killing my twenty disciples of the Holy Sect, you deserve death, no one can save you today!"
The black-robed man stood in the air, majestic and majestic, looking down at Zhuo Wen, his voice was like thunder, rolling away.
Nalan Hongyu's face turned red, her second uncle was finally about to make a move, so the young man in front of him was sure to die.
"Hehe! You deserve death? Then you come and try!"
Picking up the bone gun, Zhuo Wen pointed the tip of the bone gun at the man in black robe, quite provocatively.
As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the surrounding area. No one thought that at this juncture, this kid actually dared to provoke the black-robed man. Isn't this courting death?
"Since you want to court death so much, then I will help you!"
The black-robed man laughed back angrily, clasped his hands together, and the terrifying energy gathered in the void behind him, and the black-black energy gushed out, turning into a huge black blade of tens of feet.
"Black Absolute Blade!"
With a low shout, the black-robed man leaped across the void and swooped down in an instant. With that huge black blade, he rushed towards Zhuo Wen with awe-inspiring momentum.
"Elder Nalan actually used the strongest move, the Black Jue Blade. It seems that he intends to completely kill the young man in front of him with one move!"
Seeing the huge black blade appearing beside the black-robed man, many people's eyes were full of astonishment. This black-blade is the black-robed man's unique move, and many people are quite clear about it.
Raising his head slightly, Zhuo Wen's gaze was still that ancient well without waves. With a stamp of his foot, Zhuo Wen suddenly soared into the sky, and with a flick of the bone spear in his right hand, the power of mysterious artistic conception exploded suddenly.
Whoosh!
In an instant, Zhuo Wen and the black-robed man passed by, just like strangers, there was no fierce confrontation, no passionate collision, just passed by calmly.
Click!
Then everyone's pupils shrunk and realized that the condensed black blade of the man in black had completely disintegrated into countless black fragments under the watchful eyes of everyone.
Pooh!
The black-robed man suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and he flew upside down like a withered butterfly, his eyes wide open, full of disbelief.
Even the black-robed man never imagined that his Black Jue Blade was simply broken like this, and there was nothing fancy about it.
Boom!
After hitting the ground dozens of meters away, the black-robed man spit out a mouthful of blood again, and his breath was even more lethargic to the extreme.
Quiet, at this moment, the whole surroundings fell into a strange atmosphere of silence, whether it was the crowd watching off the field, or Nalan Hongyu and Bai Lao on the mountain gate, they all froze on the spot.
Their gazes were all focused on the embarrassing figure who fell to the ground, spitting blood from the mouth tens of meters away. Unbelievable emotions filled almost everyone's face.
The black-robed man, the elder of the Holy Sect, a strong man whose strength is above the Eighth Round Emperor Realm, is now fighting an ordinary young man, and he is defeated in one face-to-face!
When everyone realized that what happened in front of them was not an illusion, the sound of gasping for breath could not help but resound.
The most surprised thing was Nalan Hongyu. At this moment, Nalan Hongyu was stunned in place, her beautiful eyes fixed on the defeated man in black robe, her tender body trembling all over.
"How is it possible? The second uncle is a powerhouse of the Eighth Round Emperor Realm, and he was defeated by this son? This is simply impossible. It must be my illusion, yes, it must be my illusion."
Bai Lao opened his mouth slightly, but his heart was extremely shocked. The strength of the young man in front of him had already surpassed his imagination. Even the man in black robe was defeated by him with one move.
"Elder Nalan! The person you want to drive away is a real evil genius! Offending such a genius is really not worth the candle."
Bai Lao shook his head, with a look of pity in his eyes, the young man in front of him is too terrifying, if the man in black robe does not thrust his legs and insists on driving him out of the Holy Sect, this boy is now an inner disciple of the Sacred Sect up.
It's a pity that good luck tricks people, and now because of the black-robed man, it is impossible for this son to join their holy sect.
Thinking of this, Bai Lao was also extremely uncomfortable with the black-robed man's actions. Unfortunately, his status was always inferior to the black-robed man's, and his right to speak was also inferior to the latter's, so he was powerless. JrNovels.com
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