Eternal Gate

what...!

The insolent laughter of the Sunset God Son turned into a wailing from the soul.

He was defeated, and the defeat was such a mess that he was impaled by a sword and could not move.

"The people of Da Luo Xianzong really resisted beatings."

"Thousands of immortal slaughtering spells can't kill him in a hole."

"On the power of regeneration, it has to be Daluo's Ten Thousand Laws of Longevity."

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, sighing and tutting.

They are spectators, witnessing first-hand what destruction and regeneration are.

The Son of the Sunset showed all his cards, and even summoned the Immortal Slaughtering Curse, but he still failed to kill the Lord Daluo. This shows how strong Zhao Yun's background is, and he already has the appearance of an eternal ruthless man.

"That sword can cross space."

Too many seniors were surprised and especially favored Long Yuan.

If it weren't for the space crossing, if it weren't for the lore comparable to the instant body, the Sunset God Son would not be caught off guard, and at the worst, he could also escape the stage, which is better than being nailed to a stone tablet at this moment.

In such a situation, it is not difficult to predict what will happen next.

With Zhao Yun's nature, it is impossible to let him go.

"The Eternal...a really understanding person."

There are many spectators, and the viewing angle of the play is also different. Some people watch Zhao Yun, some people watch Sunshine God Son, some people watch Long Yuan, and some people watch the stone tablet. It is Zhao Yun's masterpiece. Arrived, nothing more than cooperate with Long Yuanjian to create a foothold for the Son of Sunset.

To put it bluntly, it was a tombstone.

Don't die! Whoever loses hits the road.

"Master, save me."

The Son of the Sunset wailed, and there was a weeping in his tone.

He was frightened, as if he had seen death waving at him.

No need for him to call for help, the Sunset Immortal King has also stood up.

It's a pity that the battlefield has a protective barrier, even if he can't get in.

Helpless, he looked at Immortal Kunlun.

It's easy to save his disciple, just let Xianjun open a back door.

Xianjun is also interesting, such as the old monk sitting with his hands crossed, everyone is watching the battle stage, he is the only one who closes his eyes and sleeps, and his expression is a good explanation of the sentence: both parties are willing, and each has his destiny.

He's not targeting the Sunset Sect, Kunlun's rules are like this, even if Zhao Yun is the loser, even if he doesn't beg him like Niantian, he also won't open the back door.

The face of the Sunset Immortal King was hard to see in an instant.

Xianjun oil and salt do not enter the four wastes and all know, how can he not understand the truth.

He closed his eyes from Xianjun, and he looked at the battlefield again and stared at Zhao Yun.

"Allow you a magic weapon of the Immortal King, and let me go."

Without answering, Zhao Yun drew out the Long Yuan Sword with a hum.

God Son Sunset thought he was saved, and fled off the stage desperately.

However, as soon as he escaped three to five feet, he saw a terrifying suction force behind him and pulled him back again.

It is still Zhao Yun's masterpiece, with five fingers open, and the Heaven Swallowing Art has been executed.

He just grabbed Sunset God Son's neck and raised one hand in the air.

"Zhao Yun, you..." The Sunset Immortal King was furious.

"In the next life, don't mess with the surname Zhao."

Zhao Yun ignored the Sunset Immortal King and only looked at the Sunset Son.

The faint words, like the judgment of God, are cold and dead.

what...!

A shrill cry resounded throughout the audience.

The dignified son of the gods was forcibly swallowed up by the primordial spirit.

"How cruel!"

"People are not ruthless and can't stand firm!"

Off the stage, the sighing sounded again.

Sigh and sigh, no one questioned Zhao Yun's ruthlessness.

The Son of the Sunset lost his soul and went on the road while mourning.

"Zhao Yun...you should be damned."

The anger of the Sunset Immortal King made the sky tremble.

And his killing intent is also a domineering domineering.

Zhao Yun didn't stand still, his body split on the spot.

It was also at this moment that a gentle force enveloped him.

It was Kunlun Xianjun who took the shot, turned the world upside down, destroyed the killing intent, and helped him reshape his body by the way, followed by a terrifying coercion, and the world that was crushed was about to freeze.

Well...!

Immortal King Sunset groaned, unable to match the aura of Immortal Monarch.

This is the gap between the Immortal King and the demigod, which is suppressed in an instant.

"This is the Kunlun Holy Land."

Kunlun Xianjun said indifferently, and his words resounded for nine days.

Immortal King Sunset's eyes were scarlet, and he dared not act recklessly.

He knows Kunlun Xianjun, and he can do it if he says it.

Zhao Yun said nothing, turned around and was about to step down.

"Is this going?"

The faint laughter sounded, and another person landed on the battlefield, blocking Zhao Yun's way.

Take a closer look, it is the thief who is the thief of the withered holy son, the one-handed folding fan.

What a wit he is! Knowing that Zhao Yun was in poor condition, he ran to the stage to pick up the leak.

In fact, those holy sons who are hostile to the Da Luo Xianzong basically have this idea. Zhao Yun has a strong background, but after fighting with the sunset **** son, he is already seriously injured, and he has no peak combat power.

Such a good opportunity, there is no reason to let it go.

"You dare to fight." Withered Saint Son smiled at Zhao Yun.

"Anyway." Zhao Yun said lightly, his suffocating rage lingered.

He has already destroyed a Son of the Sunset, and he doesn't mind starting the killing again.

"very good."

Withered Saint Son closed the folding fan, and withered the air.

Those who can be on the Immortal Ranking are not ordinary people, and this is the same.

"Both parties are willing to have their destiny."

Before waiting for the two to start fighting, I heard the words of Kunlun Xianjun.

It's nothing but an ugly thing to say before, and some people will be restless when the province arrives.

Dare to break the rules here, the consequences are very serious.

This is Xianjun's warning, not a joke.

"Come."

When the Son of Destruction drank the sonorous sound, a fairy sword was formed in his hand.

He is like a ghost, with a sword piercing the rainbow, and the sword's intent is withered and cold.

On the other hand, Zhao Yun was like a stone statue, standing there motionless.

puff!

The golden blood light flashed, and he was pierced through his body by the sword of the Withered Son.

The world raised eyebrows, is Zhao Yun still awake? Stand and be beaten?

Not to mention the spectators, even the Holy Son of Kuye was surprised. This was a warm-up sword, and it actually hit. Is it because he was too fast, or Zhao Yun was too slow to respond, if he knew this, he should have used 100% of his sword power. If Cheng Jianwei hits, it is not as simple as poking a blood hole.

For a brief moment, Zhao Yun has already stretched out his hand.

With lightning speed, he grabbed the wrist of the Withered Son of God.

The master who never suffers, suffers a sword, how can he not arrange a set meal.

open!

With a cold cry, the holy son withered away, trying to break free from Zhao Yun's palm.

Zhao Yun had long expected that the source was turbulent, removing the opponent's power.

When it was over, the spectators raised their heads collectively, seeing the Withered Son being lifted up by Zhao Yun.

Then, there was a bang, and the Son of Destruction came into an intimate contact with the battlefield.

The ghost knows how much force Zhao Yun used, and the blood and bones of the dignified holy son were thrown into the air.

"This... also works?"

Too many people twitching their mouths and taking a sword to throw someone?

Withered Saint Son was also stunned, and was stunned by Zhao Gongzi.

The pain seemed to make him more uncomfortable than he was.

In such an instant, the bones in the body crackled.

Don't worry...it's not over yet.

Zhao Yun's qi and blood rose, his waist and horse were united, and the second fall was even more violent.

Withered Saint Son did not wait for a breath, and for the second time came into close contact with the battlefield.

Then, the third, fourth, fifth...

How dedicated Mr. Zhao is! It is easy not to fall, and the fall is done in one go.

As resistant to beatings as the Holy Son of Death, with special care, it would be right to fall towards death.