Naruto boy in another world

Chapter 261 Killing God Beihan

"Sandstorm Burial!"

Beihan's cold voice was like the frost of the twelfth lunar month, cold to the bone.

Feeling the violent and violent spiritual power constantly pouring out from under the ground, all the Zhandaomen disciples who remained awake panicked, looking at the trembling ground under their feet in horror.

This level of fluctuation can shake the entire mountain, and it is definitely not something ordinary people like them can match. The powerful spiritual power oppression has definitely surpassed the level of spiritual arts and reached the level of holy arts.

And it is very rare for a large-scale group attack. If such a blow falls on the unconscious disciples of Zhandaomen, then no one can escape this catastrophe.

"Stinky boy, how dare you!"

Knowing what Beihan was going to do, the flesh on Zhan Jun's face twitched a few times, and then he pulled out the stone knife behind his back, and slashed towards Beihan with a sharp knife.

"Death to me!"

Zhan Jun roared, strong fluctuations of spiritual power escaped from that burly body, raised his curly black hair, making Zhan Jun's clothes rattle violently, like an undefeated god of war.

The combination of big swords, although there is only one sword, but it contains more than that of the holy warrior Zhan Zhonglin who tried his best to display the ten thousand swords genre. One move seems to be able to chop off the stars, cut off the air, and is wrapped in bursts of sound. The sound of violence came quickly.

One sword technique, as famous as the one sword technique of the Qinglian Sword School, is known as the most powerful secret in the Dao of the sword. Even Zhan Wuji, the ancestor of the Zhan Dao Sect, has not been able to achieve greater results in this secret.
However, the person in front of him actually chose the one-sword technique.

If Beihan continued to use his own technique, he would have to withstand such a powerful attack. However, under such a strong spiritual impact, Beihan's body, which is comparable to a middle-grade spiritual weapon, has no possibility of being spared.

brush--

The light of the sword was several feet wide, and it turned into a river of sword light, as if it could break this mountain. It was mighty and invincible, rushing towards Beihan, who was frantically forming seals in front.

At this moment, suddenly an extremely fierce sword light shot out from behind Beihan. Flood dragons went out to sea, accompanied by lotus flowers, and each petal was full of powerful sword intent. The mysterious man in Sanjitian, Qingran finally made a move.

A sword drifting down, wrapped in an invincible posture, seems to want to slaughter the whole world, and this style is obviously the most bitter secret in the way of swordsmanship. A sword technique is directly opposite to the opponent's sword technique. It's collided.

Ding--

It was born like mosquito silk, almost inaudible, like an embroidery needle falling on an iron plate. Although it was small, it was also full of the texture of the sound of metal.

Then a terrifying storm of spiritual power scattered from the place where the sword collided in an extremely uncoordinated manner.

The powerful ripples of spiritual power brought up heavy stones and rubble, and the mountaintop that had been cut off a layer during the war was overturned by a foot again at this moment, turning into a torrent of mud and stones and raining down one after another.

"Qingran, how dare you stop me!"

Zhan Jun shouted violently, moved with the sound, raised the knife with him, held up the heavy stone knife, turned into a humanoid beast and charged towards the elegant figure.

Qingran was not afraid, raised his sword to raise the wind and cloud, and waved his hand. The green sword left afterimages and rushed towards Zhan Jun. The two high-ranking sects at the helm of the three poles finally collided with each other at this moment Together.

Clang clang, sword clang, the way of the sword contains the art of stone way, each blow is as heavy as a thousand weights, and each posture is as stable as a mountain, and the green beard sword is full of energy, like a flowing needle passing through the mountains, it can only Seeing pieces of sword light flowing, the wind was light and the clouds were calm, and all the moves that were as heavy as mountains were resolved.

Rumbling--

A mountain with a height of more than ten feet appeared from the top of Beihan's head following Zhan Jun's seal, and then fell straight from above with the force of wind and thunder. The strong air flow was still far away from Beihan. It made the blue shirt on Beihan's body rattle violently.

"Humph!"

Qingran snorted coldly, blocked Zhan Jun's move with a sword, and floated back tens of feet, then the sword tip was like a hand, and quickly condensed the imprint, a huge lotus flower appeared floatingly, and then quickly flew to the north culvert.

The speed of the lotus is very fast, and it has reached the top of Beihan's head in the blink of an eye. At the same time, the mountain formed by the condensed spiritual power also crashes down, sitting right between the lotus.

Rumbling--

The mountain collapsed, scattered cracked rocks flew from the center to the surroundings, but the lotus was as stable as a rock, completely protecting Beihan without any damage.

"asshole!"

Zhan Jun watched himself being disturbed by the green beard when he performed the holy art, and cursed secretly.

But immediately his face changed completely, as if a magnitude [-] earthquake had occurred, the ground under his feet vibrated violently uncontrollably, and cracks more than one foot wide appeared continuously on the surface, with a sound With a scream, dozens of disciples of Zhan Dao Sect fell in an instant.

And this is just the beginning.

Bei Han, who had completed the imprint, opened his cold and big eyes, focusing on Zhan Chonglin in the sky. At this moment, the latter's condition was not as good as before. Said that Zhan Zhonglin's condition was extremely bad.

"Don't you think your Zhandaomen are amazing?"

"Today, I'm going to slaughter all of your classmates in front of you, you! What can I do!"

Bei Han, who was in a rage, had his eyes scarlet red at this moment, and with his outstretched right hand, he suddenly grabbed the surging mountain, and then a destructive momentum suddenly burst out.

Such a move is too powerful, completely surpassing the seventh-rank low-level holy art, and even comparable to Zhan Zhonglin's Blaster of Wind Saber Art, which has absorbed countless sword intents.

The sky and the earth roared, and the flowing clouds were cut off by the powerful waves. This tall mountain seemed to have a powerful grenade buried in the middle, and it exploded suddenly at this moment.

The Profound Truth of the Earth was fully revealed, motivating this huge mountain, and the cracks that opened seemed to be heading towards the abyss of death, continuously devouring the lives of Zhan Dao Sect disciples one after another, but only a moment later, this area It was completely changed, devastated and turned into ruins.

"Ah—brother, save me, I have more than 500 Martial God marks, so it's just in vain!"

"No, I have worked so hard to accumulate so many resources, how can this be possible."

"Help - my body is in the Abyss of Chaos Souls, if I fall here, all my powers of Valkyrie will be wiped out..."

There were screams of grief, and the ground was red with blood. Looking at the life that was being swallowed by the ground, Zhan Zhonglin's eyes were bloodshot, but at this moment he had no choice.

The attack forcefully launched by relying on his own blood has exhausted his strength. Even if Bei Han didn't kill him, he would fall by himself in less than half an hour.

"Ah—Bei Han! I swear against Chonglin, I won't tear you into pieces, I swear I won't be human!"

The beast-like roar resounded throughout the world, but it was still covered by the sound of rioting. Looking at the crazy figure, the corners of Bei Han's mouth slightly raised a slight arc. He knew that he had succeeded in the former's heart at this moment. Planted an obstacle, as long as he is still alive, Zhan Zhonglin will not be able to become a weapon in this life.

"I remember you, I will avenge this revenge!"

Zhan Jun also quickly returned to the area where the mountain's collapsed Zhandaomen was located, holding the huge stone knife, and looked at Beihan with hatred on his face, it could be seen that his hands were still trembling.

"For thousands of years, our Zhandaomen have never suffered such a big loss. You are really good!"

Gritting his teeth, Zhan Jun slowly raised his saber with a livid face.

It's just that the saber was not aimed at Beihan, but their own disciples of the Zhandao Sect, and then a flash of saber flashed, and he actually killed his junior brother.

Afterwards, that stone saber turned into a life-harvesting sharp weapon, crazily slaughtering his sect disciples, and then the innumerable marks of the Martial God frantically flocked to the shining Ling Ling in Zhan Jun's arms. Card.

Looking at such a scene, Bei Han certainly knew what the other party was thinking: "Although I really want to watch the scene where you slaughter the entire sect, I like the mark of the Martial God even more, so I won't bother you to do it." .”

"The true power of the sandstorm burial!"

As he spoke, Beihan stretched out the right hands of the god of death again, and then quickly clenched them.

"Crush me!"

Following Beihan's loud shout, the power of heaven and earth surged out, and then quickly rushed towards the already loose earth.

Although the spiritual power is not very strong, it has already reached the level of holy arts. In addition, Beihan is now in the realm of holy martial arts. No one can escape this move except Zhan Jun from Zhandaomen.

puff-

The sound of mud and sand crushing flesh and blood came. The ground, which was originally full of stones and trees, was completely turned into a layer of sand after being swept up by the power of heaven and earth. No matter flowers, plants, rocks, or bodies, clothes, Completely shattered under this piece of earth.

The blood slowly seeped out, and the whole mountain turned blood red, like a ghostly hell.

The world was silent, without any sound, and the heartbeats of the disciples of the Qinglian Sword Sect could be clearly heard in the distance.

But Bei Han, who made all this with his own hands, smiled and shook his head, feeling the more than 5 marks of the Martial God in the Qinglian Sword Order, and the corner of his mouth raised a slight arc.

That kind of coldness that regards life as worthless, like a god of death, chills the whole area!

(End of this chapter)