God Killer

Zheng Xian's sword frightened the world just like Liu Gongli's sword at the beginning.

Sword cultivators are always the brightest stars in the world of cultivating immortals. As long as there are sword cultivators appearing, the whole world will be dark and dull. Even if there is light, it is the dazzling brilliance emitted by sword cultivators.

Jianxiu himself is already so good, not to mention Zheng Xian can also exert the power of the Great Sword Pavilion to [-]%.

This kind of power is no longer what this world should have, and it has completely surpassed the vision of all the people in front of them. I am afraid that only Chang Xiao can treat Zheng Xian's majestic sword normally.

The disciples of the Ghost Dao Sect and the Blood Dropping Sect retreated one after another, and only fools stood in front of Mr. Zheng.

However, a whistle sounded behind them, and they turned their heads in shock, only to find that Chang Xiao's thin face was facing them, his mouth twisted slightly, his chin raised, the meaning was very clear, telling them to attack Zheng first.

The picture of Chang Xiao lightly picking off the heads is still in front of my eyes, and the blood of the companions dripping on them has not even solidified.

The faces of the disciples of the Dripping Blood Sect and the Ghost Dao Sect were as bitter as bitter gourds, and the great monks of the Dripping Blood Sect and the Ghost Dao Sect had to look around and asked for help: "Everyone, my Ghost Dao Sect and the Dripping Blood Sect are really suffering. We can't bear the pressure from both sides, since we are also rushing to Zheng Xian, you can't just stand by like this?"

There are no less than 2000 monks from all the surrounding sects. Such a lineup is absolutely terrifying. If they say that so many monks can't kill Zheng Xian and Chang Xiao, no one here will believe it, but ask them to come forward to help Dripping Blood Sect and Ghost Dao Sect deal with Zheng Xian and Chang Xiao, and they are definitely not that stupid.

At this time, of course, they should stand far away and watch the excitement. All they think about is how to weaken others and strengthen themselves. The elder's words fell on deaf ears, pretending not to hear them.

The faces of the three great monks from the Ghost Dao Sect and the Dripping Blood Sect who were in the Stellar Qi Realm immediately sank, but they also knew that if these guys didn't make a move, they couldn't force it even after reading it.

So the three big monks couldn't help looking between Zheng Xian and Chang Xiao. Facing Zheng Xian, they had to face Zheng Xian's Great Sword Pavilion, and facing Chang Xiao, Chang Xiao's killing methods were unimaginable. All three of them knew that they might not be the one who often laughed.

This is definitely a difficult choice. Since the choice is too difficult, it is better not to choose. The three elders of the Ghost Dao Sect and the Dripping Blood Sect glanced at each other, and then read their heads slightly. No matter killing Zheng Xian or Chang Xiao, you have to pay a huge price, so it's better to turn your head and leave, at worst, watch from afar, and come back when it's cheaper.

It has to be said that this was an extremely clever idea. When they chose to leave, Zheng Xian would never chase them down, but with Chang Xiao, they couldn't stop the two of them adding up to hundreds of monks.

Just when they were about to say the order, Chang Xiao smiled and said: "I said you idiots, now is the best time to kill Zheng Xian, don't you see that the long sword in Zheng Xian's hand has been Keep it in a gigantic state, don't you know what this means?"

The three great monks in the realm of stellar energy were stunned, and they all looked at Zheng Xian. Sure enough, the Great Sword Pavilion was still a hundred meters long and was held by Zheng Xian. The huge sword body was completely out of proportion to Zheng Xian's. The hilt of the sword is taller than Zheng Xian's. From the point of view of the sword, Zheng Xian is like an ant.

Each of the three great monks in the realm of stellar energy has at least 500 years of lifespan, and has rich combat experience. It is almost immediately clear that immortal artifacts like the Great Sword Pavilion are not just for use, especially for Mr. Zheng just now. It used [-]% of the power of the Great Sword Pavilion at once. There is a lever between the monk and the magic weapon. Except for the Taoist magic weapon that can be cultivated by itself, most of the magic weapons follow this law. How much force does the monk use? , the magic weapon will produce as much work as possible, and if the monk wants to press the magic weapon high, he must pay the corresponding vitality or energy.

They didn't believe that after Zheng Xian used the Supreme Sword Pavilion once, he still had the strength to perform it again. The Supreme Sword Pavilion that could not be retracted to its original size in front of them was the best proof.

It is well known that Zheng Xian has many treasures, but if Zheng Xian does not have strong strength to support, no matter how many treasures there are, they will be just a pile of garbage.

Such Zheng Xian is nothing to be afraid of!

The three big monks in the realm of stellar energy looked at each other again, and they all saw greed in each other's eyes. Not only did they have greed, but all the surrounding sects heard Chang Xiao's words, and their eyes began to flicker green at this time. Green glow.

In their eyes, Zheng Xian is just like a baby with a treasure in his arms. He is taken away by them, and there is no room for half-reading to fight back.

The great monks from the Ghost Dao Sect and the Dripping Blood Sect looked at each other again, and then, fearing that the other party would preempt them, they rushed towards Zheng Xian.

This time, the disciples of Ghost Dao Sect and Blood Dropping Sect rushed to Zheng Xian even harder than last time.

Of course, they were worse than last time!

Zheng Xian's [-]-meter-long Zhi Da Jiange was violently picked up by Zheng Xian.

Draw a [-]-meter-long arc in the air, and slam it into the Dripping Blood Gate and the Ghost Dao Gate. Not many monks were killed by this sword, only a dozen, but the [-]-meter long sword cut across the sky, The deterrent force was so strong that the monks from the Ghost Dao Sect and the Blood Dropping Sect who had just rushed towards Zheng Xian had to stop and looked at Zheng Xian with shocked and puzzled expressions.

At this time, the voice of Chang Laughing sounded behind them again: "Zheng Xian is already unable to use the power of the Great Sword Pavilion, otherwise, he would not just swing the Great Sword Pavilion around like this. This usage is different from the ordinary iron sword. What's the difference?

Very reasonable!

The three big monks made a decisive decision, let out roars, and led the Ghost Dao Gate and the Dripping Blood Gate towards Zheng Xian.

Zheng Xian's slender eyes narrowed slightly, and then a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth!

Zheng Xianshou's Zhi Da Jiange suddenly cracked from the handle, and the cracks continued to spread all the way up. These cracks intersected with each other, and rushed across the Zhi Da Jiange sword like lightning, and it shattered into thousands of pieces in an instant.

This is called Dripping Blood Sect and the cultivators of the Ghost Dao Sect are overjoyed, Zheng Xian is indeed at the end of his battle, and it is time for them to start to get the treasure.

Immediately, the disciples of the Ghost Dao Sect and the Disciples of the Blood Dropping Sect, who had been standing in place timidly, burst out roaring like a tsunami again, and rushed towards Zheng Xian like a hungry wolf.

Monk Epilepsy saw this scene and couldn't help shaking his head slightly, but he was smiling, as if he was very optimistic.

The smile on Zheng Xian's face enlarged again, and then he spit out two words: "Jian Yu!"

As the two words were uttered, the fragments of the Great Sword Pavilion all over the ground suddenly buzzed, leaped up from the ground, shook violently in the air, and then rose together, forming a huge flower on Zheng Xiantoule. The pitch-black clouds were densely covered with short broken sword tips and blades.

The disciples of Ghost Dao Sect and Disciples of Blood Drops couldn't help but stop again, staring blankly at the clouds on the head music.

Didn't it mean that Zheng Xian had no strength anymore?Didn't it mean that Zheng Xian could no longer operate the Great Sword Pavilion?What is going on now?

Chang Xiao's voice sounded from behind him without losing the opportunity: "It's the end of the battle! Hurry up!"

But this time, neither the Dripping Blood Sect nor the Ghost Dao Sect completely took what Chang Xiao said as the truth, but the three great elders of the Dripping Blood Sect and the Ghost Dao Sect looked at each other again, each of them lost their minds, and they were looking at Zheng Xian in a daze When hesitating.

The piece of broken swords on their head music covered an area of ​​hundreds of dark clouds, and there were bursts of thunder, not thunder, but small swords colliding with each other and making a sound. With the sound of a thunderbolt, tens of thousands The broken sword was poured down from the sky like a torrential rain.