Fishing master, the fish I caught are very valuable

Looking at Zhang Beixuan, who was safe and sound in front of him, Zhong Mingcheng's eyes were full of shock, and he couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.

How could it be possible to come out unscathed?!

While he was frightened, a rising anger inexplicably arose in his heart, and his claws raised again, grabbing Zhang Beixuan one after another.

Zhang Beixuan snorted coldly, raised his hand and punched, wrapped in powerful power, and blasted towards the falling steel claws!

Rumble!

After one claw, another claw.

One punch was followed by another punch.

The two fought again, and the scene intensified!

After a few moves, suddenly, there was a bang.

The fists and claws were vigorously opposed, and the pair slammed together.

Then, Zhong Mingcheng's figure suddenly flew out upside down, staggering a few steps before he saw that he had stabilized his figure.

His arms trembled slightly.

Saw.

There were already cracks on his blood-colored steel claws, and there were also many wounds on his arms and body.

On the other hand, Zhang Beixuan.

Still unharmed.

Zhong Mingcheng suddenly had some doubts.

Is this himself in the God Realm, or is Zhang Beixuan in the God Realm?

His body trembled with rage, and he shouted, "How is it possible? How can you, a small innate, have such great strength?"

"How could it be ?!!!"

His eyes turned blood-red, his expression gradually became extremely crazy, and his toes hit the ground like cannonballs again, rushing towards Zhang Beixuan!

At the same time, the red light on his body became more and more intense!

The steel claws of his hands were cracked, and pieces of fragments condensed into a steel knife, which appeared in his hand.

Zhong Mingcheng held a steel knife and slashed at Zhang Xuanbei.

The corners of Zhang Beixuan's mouth hooked up a smile, and then, a vast and majestic tyrannical aura erupted from his body.

Fist and foot kung fu is not what he is best at.

His real skills haven't been used yet!

The moment Zhong Mingcheng felt the breath.

Zhang Beixuan's figure suddenly disappeared in front of his eyes, leaving only a vague electric light in place!

He was shocked and hurriedly looked around.

However, the valley was empty.

He couldn't even notice Zhang Beixuan's location.

"It's time to finish. "

And at this very moment.

Directly above his head, a voice rang out.

Hearing the voice, Zhong Mingcheng's face changed drastically, and he subconsciously wanted to dodge with a wave of tactics.

But even though his consciousness was already very good, it was still a step too late.

A moment before he was about to dodge.

A golden talisman struck him, making him unable to move any longer.

It's the Sleepy Immortal Talisman!

In an instant, Zhong Mingcheng's face became extremely frightened.

Especially after he noticed that above his head, there were several terrifying attacks and coercion, locking him.

But no matter how desperately he struggles.

can't break free from the shackles of the trapped immortal talisman in a short period of time!

But at this time, Zhang Beixuan, who was standing in the air with a sword, was already circling out one after another with golden rune seals!

"Soldiers, soldiers, fighters, all, arrays, columns, fronts, and lines. "

The sound of the nine-character mantra reverberates throughout the valley.

The nine spell seals also flew in the nine directions of the valley, and then formed a circle, circling wildly.

The shining golden light illuminates the valley again.

Then, Zhang Beixuan was extremely fast and flew to the ground.

He took three steps forward.

One step at a time, one foot at a time.

At the same time, behind him, there is a huge Tai Chi pattern condensed out of thin air.

"Thunder!"

Instantly.

The golden thunder and lightning condensed into the infinite world, turned into golden light, and rose to the sky.

Then, in the sky, countless golden thunderbolts kept spreading, and a golden auspicious cloud was condensed.

Inside the auspicious clouds, there is also the Taiji diagram circling in the Dao, plus nine golden and hovering sword talismans, which are the Taiji swordsmanship, and the nine-character sword seal!

The breath of destruction locked Zhong Mingcheng, making him feel as if he was overwhelmed by Mount Tai and was on the verge of suffocation.

At this moment, he sensed the breath of death.

He struggled even more frantically.

Gradually, the effect of the Sleepy Immortal Talisman gradually weakened under his struggle, and it didn't take long for him to successfully break free.

But.

How could Zhang Beixuan give him this opportunity?

He pointed at his sword, and without hesitation, commanded.

Airplanes!

A strange voice rang out.

It was the sound of the air screaming.

From that golden cloud, a long sword condensed by huge golden thunder and lightning came out of thin air, and then fell down with a bang at Zhong Mingcheng!

The giant sword has a huge Tai Chi pattern attached to it.

Nine sword seals, circling around.

Zhong Mingcheng had just managed to break free from the shackles of the trapped immortal talisman.

But at this point, it's already too late.

The giant sword fell with a bang!

Thundered!

All the rubble scattered on the ground was swept away by a powerful wave of air.

The soil on the ground was also blown away, and the rocks below emerged.

In an instant, the entire valley was filled with dust and rocks......

I don't know how long it took.

The dust in the sky gradually dissipated.

An extremely terrifying super pit gradually appeared in front of Zhang Beixuan's eyes.

In the pit, there are still remnants of golden lightning jumping around, which is extremely conspicuous.

But what is more conspicuous among them is undoubtedly Zhong Mingcheng lying on the ground in the center of the giant pit!

He was dying, and when he looked closely, his body was a blur of flesh and blood, charred black, and there was not a single intact piece of skin......

Zhang Beixuan jumped into the pit.

He was slightly surprised.

It is worthy of the realm of transforming gods.

Shaking this sword hard, you can still hang a breath!

But this one breath is not bad.

Walking to Zhong Mingcheng, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog and couldn't move for half a minute, Zhang Beixuan looked down at him and asked with a light smile: "This, is your invincible?"

"Is this more than enough for you?"

"Huh. "

"As the master of the Shenxiao Gate, the veteran level of the Daomen, he should have saved the common people and the people. "

"And what about you, there is no distinction between good and evil, you are all killed, jealous, and you design to frame your fellow Daoists, causing countless disciples of Longhu Mountain to die because of you. "

In the end, he was even willing to become an evil cultivator, and brutalized his own disciples to improve his cultivation. "

"Aren't people like you more terrifying than those demons and ghosts who have never harmed people?"

Zhang Beixuan said word by word, and his words were conclusive.

Zhong Mingcheng listened and began to tremble.

His eyes were angry, but he couldn't say a word.

After holding it for a long time, he finally spoke: "You ......"

However, as soon as he spoke, Qiankun Wuji directly pierced his eyebrows with a sword.

"Stay and tell the ancestors of your Shenxiao Sect!"

Zhong Mingcheng fell to the ground with a bang, his eyes were round, and he looked at Zhang Beixuan, not blinking.