My understanding is against the heavens, I create a family of villains with longevity.

laugh--!

The blood mist that filled the sky was blown into the distance by the strong wind.

There was a sudden silence outside the entire Shanmen Square.

Whether it was the monks of the Meng family, the disciples of Tianlan, or even the countless casual cultivators watching the battle further away, they all looked at Chen Zhixing with stiff and dull expressions, as if they had been struck by lightning.

Take a breath.

Three breaths.

Five breaths.

Until a full ten breaths have passed.

"A veteran and strong man at the seventh level of the True My Realm was killed instantly with just one punch?"

Accompanied by a trembling, disbelieving voice.

boom--! ! !

The entire Tianlan Holy Land outside the mountain gate was boiling instantly!

"Oh my god! Destroy a hundred warships with one punch, and kill the seventh level strong man with one punch!!"

"What kind of strength does this Tianlan Son of God have?!"

"Hiss—! That's terrible!"

"This Son of God Tianlan is only in his early twenties in terms of age, right? How can he be so powerful?!"

"What kind of magical power is absolute gravity? It can suppress the entire Meng family's children in an instant?"

"Inconceivable! Incomprehensible!!"

A series of screams sounded out.

Countless casual cultivators watching the battle from a distance looked at Chen Zhixing with shock on their faces.

On the side of Tianlan Holy Land.

Countless Tianlan disciples, after a brief moment of confusion, suddenly burst into cheers like a roaring mountain and a tsunami.

"Lord Son of God!"

At this moment, countless Tianlan disciples looked at Chen Zhixing with extremely fanatical eyes.

"This guy has become stronger again."

Gai Rong and others looked at Chen Zhixing in the distance and couldn't help but smiled bitterly and shook their heads.

How many months has it been since the competition between the two peaks ended?

This Xiao Ping's strength has undergone earth-shaking changes!

Compared to the enthusiastic cheers of Tianlan disciples.

The many great monks of the Meng family who were originally attacking Chen Zhixing suddenly stopped their momentum and looked at Chen Zhixing with extremely frightened expressions.

Meng Xuanting, the third elder of the Meng family, has reached the seventh level of true existence!

Looking at the entire Meng family, there are only a handful of people who can surpass Meng Xuanting among the real ones!

not to mention.

Beating Meng Xuanting, and beating Meng Xuanting to death physically and mentally with one punch are two completely different concepts!

Kill instantly with one punch!

How terrifying is this?

Even if Shingo's ninth level comes back, he can't be so relaxed and content, can he?

Just when the Meng family’s Zhenwu monks were indecisive.

puff! !

A pale figure came quickly from a distance, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, and instantly rushed into the Meng family's coalition troops who were falling to the ground.

"What the hell is this?!"

"what!!"

"Quick! Run!!"

"Damn it! What kind of monster is this kid?!"

A series of screams sounded instantly.

Immediately, he saw countless blood rushing to the sky, and broken limbs flying everywhere.

"Um?!"

Before the Meng family's great monks in the Zhenwu Realm could react.

boom--! ! !

A black sword light like a galactic sword, carrying a billowing demonic energy, suddenly struck vertically from a very far distance!

The unknown light of the sword, and the terrifying pressure of the sword, had already made the skin and flesh of a group of Meng Family Zhenwu great monks ache. Their expressions changed greatly and they evaded to both sides.

An elder of the Meng family who was at the fifth level of the True Self Realm, just moved a little slower, and half of his body was cut off by the black sword light in an instant!

"this?!"

All the great monks of the Meng family were suddenly shocked and looked back.

All I saw was a void.

An old man wearing linen clothes, with disheveled white hair, and carrying a sword coffin on his back, walked over step by step with an expressionless face.

In his hand, there was a scarlet demon sword with a closed eyeball on the hilt, which suddenly opened.

Every time the old man took a step, a terrifying sword energy spread out.

And when he stood next to Chen Zhixing, that terrifying sword energy had already formed a towering sword pressure that swept across the world!

"Young Master, Marquis Hua Ling is here!"

Another long laugh sounded.

A stream of light passed through the group of Meng family monks.

Followed by.

This stream of light fell next to Chen Zhixing and transformed into a short man covered in black robes.

This short man had a proud face, and in his hands, he held several magic weapons belonging to the great monks of the Meng family.

"Um?!"

"Where's my magic weapon?!"

"When was it taken away?!"

"Damn it! I can't sense my magic weapon anymore! What method is this?"

The group of Zhenwu Realm monks from the Meng family alliance were startled at first, and then their expressions turned extremely ugly.

Not only was their magic weapon taken away instantly, but the connection between them and the magic weapon seemed to be cut off. All instructions to the magic weapon were like a stone cow entering the sea, unable to move at all.

"Young Master, you're late."

The three figures who came in succession looked at Chen Zhixing at the same time and spoke respectfully.

Chen Zhixing looked at the three of them and smiled slightly.

These three people are clearly the only three members of Chen Zhixing's ANBU!

The sword demon Dugu Ni!

Thief Saint Flower Linghou!

And the cursed boy Chen Buqi.

Puff puff!

Chen Buqi's killing continued, like a sickle in the dark night, quickly taking away the lives of the Meng family monks.

Chen Zhixing seemed to feel something. He couldn't help but look at Dugu Ni, raised his brows, and said with some surprise:

"Have all your cultivation levels recovered?"

Dugu Ni nodded and said with a smile: "Well, once the body gets out of the cage, the state of mind will also get out, and the cultivation level will naturally recover."

"it is good."

Chen Zhixing nodded with a smile.

The sword demon Dugu Ni reached the eighth level of his true self as early as eighty years ago!

He even killed nine great elders of the Zhenwu Realm of the Sikong family with one against nine! !

Now that Dugu Ni has fully recovered, he will become the strongest trump card in his hand!

"Young Master, Master, they encountered a little trouble on the road."

Dugu smiled and said:

"But it doesn't matter. That little trouble can't stop the family master and the others. It will come soon."

"Yeah." Chen Zhixing nodded.

A conversation between several people.

"Junior Brother Xiao, is this...?"

Li Ran asked in a low voice, somewhat frightened.

The auras of these people who suddenly appeared were extremely terrifying.

Except for the pale young man, the other two people have been immersed in Zhenwu Realm for a long time!

Especially the old man who was carrying a coffin and holding a sword, just by emitting the pressure of the sword, it gave her a feeling like a light on her back!