Opening: Me, I become stronger when I am beaten!

Seeing the Holy One unexpectedly appearing in front of him, the head of the Raksha Sect was dumbfounded on the spot, and it was hard to conceal his surprise.

"How could you?"

He was so astonished that he could not utter a complete sentence.

"You want to ask, why did I appear here, don't you?"

The saint said lightly: "It's a pity that you made a wrong calculation from the beginning. If you dare to attack my Holy Land, he will only die."

"Those who offend my holy land will be punished no matter how far away they are!"

The head of the Raksha Sect calmed down his aura slightly, and it was considered to be a reaction, and now his expression became extremely dignified.

He said lightly: "So, the thousands of people who attacked the Holy Land are already dead, right?"

The saint nodded slightly, expressing his affirmation.

Originally, the head of the Rakshasa sect had already guessed the general idea, but after getting the confirmation, he almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

These 800 people are the elite of the Rakshamen, and they are also the mainstay. If they all die, the Rakshamen will be devastated, and in the next few hundred years, they will never be able to recover.

Thinking of this, his heart is bleeding.

At this moment, Kong Linger and the others walked in.

"Father, we have wiped out the remaining evils of the demon sect."

Then, Ye Chen walked in again, holding two heads in his hand.

These two heads were the heads of the only two remaining elders of the Rakshasa Gate. Before they died, they still had incredible expressions on their faces, filled with endless resentment and unwillingness.

"These two old fellows are also dead. From now on, there will only be a polished commander left in Rakshamen."

Ye Chen jokingly said: "No, it should be said that your death date is today, from now on there will be no more Rakshasamen in this world."

Originally, the head of the Rakshasa Sect was already on the verge of going crazy, but when he heard this ridicule, he couldn't help it, and wanted to go up and fight for his life.

"Ah! Little beast, I want you to be buried with me!"

He roared angrily and flew towards Ye Chen at a very fast speed.

Although this move has no rules at all and is completely random, but the strength of the sect master level is also very terrifying, and it can kill demigods with a raised hand.

"Senior Brother Ye, be careful!"

Several disciples quickly reminded.

At this time, the Holy Master quickly made a move, and a palm force was released, forming a barrier in front to protect Ye Chen behind.

The head of the Rakshasa sect was already furious at this moment, his condition was almost insane, he was almost going into a maddened state, and he smashed the barrier violently.

He shot several times, and finally blasted through the barrier.

At this time, Ye Chen threw the heads of the fourth and fifth elders on the ground, and kicked the two heads out like kicking a football.

The head of the Rakshasa Gate swung his hand and directly blasted the two heads.

"I want you dead, you bastards!"

He raised his head to the sky and roared, his long hair stood on his head, his eyes had turned scarlet, as if he had fallen into madness.

"You retreat thousands of feet away for now, don't get half a step closer to the battlefield!"

The Holy One hastily reminded him.

The battle between the two strongest men from Nanlitian can be said to be earth-shattering, moving mountains and filling seas, and the destructive power of every gesture is astonishing.

Ordinary monks, even well-known powerhouses, if they approached the battlefield easily, they would probably be affected and seriously injured.

The crowd didn't linger, they immediately retreated and came thousands of feet away to watch the battle from afar.

At this moment, there was a loud noise from the depths of the Rakshasa Gate. Along with the ground shaking, many buildings collapsed.

A series of cyclones formed a storm in the resident, as if a natural disaster had come, sweeping across the earth, a doomsday-like scene in the field.

Only one sound of shock was heard very clearly, and at the same time the surrounding void felt a strong shock, not only the ground was trembling, but the air was also shaken.

But in such a grand scene, the crowd couldn't see the figures of the two strong men.

Kong Ling'er murmured: "It's just a Rakshamen, it's just a mob, and my father has been fighting for so long."

Huang Cheng on the side shook his head.

"Junior Sister Ling'er, this is what you don't know. A person with this level of cultivation can already mobilize the power of heaven and earth for his own use. Moreover, the Luoshamen has thousands of years of foundation, even if it is burning potential, it is enough to last for a long time." Don't lose."

After hearing these words, Kong Linger showed a little bitterness on her face, as if she felt that this battle was a bit troublesome.

But soon, she looked at Huang Cheng strangely again.

"Junior Sister Ling'er, you can call me whatever you want?"

At this time, in the middle of the battlefield, Shengzun and the head of the Rakshasa Gate had fought over a hundred moves, but it was difficult to tell the winner.

At the beginning, the two were still making tentative moves, and neither of them took the lead in using their hole cards.

Until the two mobilized more and more divine power, it was still difficult to decide the superiority.

The master of the Rakshasa gate sacrificed the dragon's eyeball, and held the measuring ruler in his other hand, he sacrificed his own magic weapon without hesitation, and was about to fight to the death.

The longan shines on the surroundings, and the strange light releases a dark force, destroying a wide range of buildings.

And the ruler in his hand swung out quickly, mobilizing a large amount of magic energy to wreak havoc everywhere, with amazing destructive power.

The holy venerable kept tossing and turning in the battlefield, and with a blow from a flaw, he slapped the head of the Raksha gate with his palm.

This palm seemed to have opened up his Ren and Du's two veins, and instantly enraged him. The double magic weapon was swung wildly, releasing even more powerful power, sweeping the surroundings.

In a few breaths of time, the Rakshamen resident was completely changed, not a single complete building was preserved, and even the top of the mountain was cut off in half.

At this time, Ye Chen, who was watching the battle from a distance, frowned slightly. He had already seen that the problem was a bit serious.

The master of the Rakshasa sect is very powerful, even if it is the burning background, it is enough to consume three days and three nights, so going on like this is not an option.

He released a spiritual force and sent a sound transmission to the Holy One.

"Contain him for a moment, as long as one breath is enough, I will kill the sect master with one move."

Shengzun received the sound transmission, but he did not hesitate, and directly fought against the head of the Rakshasa sect. The two people's divine powers converged at one point, and they had to compete for internal power cultivation.

At this moment, Ye Chen's figure turned into a streamer, piercing Changhong, and the speed has already broken through the sound barrier.

The Xuantian Jiuli Sword stabbed out, and the sky sword technique was released to the maximum at this moment.

In just an instant, this sword pierced into the heart of the head of the Rakshasa Gate.

A large amount of majestic divine power was gradually diluted, gradually drained from the wound in the heart vein, and the body of the Rakshasa Sect Master was like a deflated balloon, gradually drying up.

Ye Chen didn't hold back, and once again drew out the sword, the protective energy was broken, and he easily chopped off the head of the Rakshasa sect master with one sword.

But at this moment, a wisp of divine soul was floating out of the head, just after being exposed to the air, it fled away in an instant.