Nine Realms Sword Master

As Huang Chongshan took out his palm, a blood-red heart was already in his hand.

The world breathes tightly.

I saw him hold a big hand.

puff!

The heart was crushed directly by him!

Huang Chongshan was no longer polite, raised his hand again, and patted the painted ghost's body.

This palm covers the power of infinite time!

There is no doubt that this is a blow that destroys the trajectory of time.

boom!

Huagui's body was knocked out and hit the barrier on the edge of the arena.

He fell down, like a doll with a broken wire, falling heavily to the ground, no more movement.

Paint ghost, die!

At this moment, the audience fell silent.

Everyone can't believe their eyes.

This is the eleventh outstanding person in the Supreme God Temple! Not an ordinary disciple!

However...the outstanding people were all killed by Huang Chongshan...how terrible is this?

Huang Chongshan's strength... is it so powerful?

"No, no... Painting ghosts won't just die like that, no!"

The elder Zhong Da of Qizhentang stood up, his face was extremely pale, and he looked at the stage tremblingly, as if he had lost his soul.

"The game is over, the winner, Huang Chongshan, the disciple of Huang Yuezong!" Yun Qingye below suddenly recovered and immediately shouted.

And after his voice fell, Bing Xintang's disciples rushed over and lifted the ghostly corpse.

With the emergence of this scene, the scene has erupted like a mountain whistling and a tsunami.

"Win...win?"

"Senior Brother Huang Chongshan actually killed the ghost painting in the Temple of God with a single blow?"

"Gosh, that's a great man!"

"An outstanding person, so vulnerable in front of Brother Huang?"

"Brother Huang is too strong, right?"

"Brother Huang is mighty!"

"Brother Huang is invincible!"

...

Countless disciples stood up and shouted loudly, their eyes looking at Huang Chongshan were already full of fiery worship.

At this moment, Huang Chongshan was already synonymous with the strong in the eyes of the disciples!

"I can kill the painting ghosts in one move, I'm afraid that Huang Chongshan at this moment can already compete with the first five outstanding people." On the Taosheng Xiangguan side, a man wearing a Taoist robe and carrying a Taoist sword said lightly.

"If there is no increase, Huang Chongshan's strength is not bad, but it is not important. Anyway, today I must prevent this Supreme God Temple from turning over." Insight Master smiled slightly.

"It depends on whether the Temple of God is willing to pull the top five Jie from out." The man squinted his eyes and whispered, "Although there are twelve Jie Jie, the truly supreme powerhouse is only the top five. Exist! The current situation can only be broken by the top five talents! If you send ghost paintings again, it will undoubtedly be sent to death. This situation will only slowly drag the Temple of God into the place of death!"

"Hahaha, disciple... you have a unique vision, and I am very pleased to be a teacher, but you also have to prepare! If it is really the first five outstanding people on the stage, you still have to rely on you!" Insightful Master laughed.

Hearing the sound, the man nodded lightly, looking at the disciples of Bing Xintang.

However, the people in Bing Xintang hurriedly carried the corpse of the painted ghost to the large formation in the logistics area. A white-haired man was standing in front of the formation, releasing his soul to start the formation.

The huge array immediately burst out with a dark green light, which enveloped the painter.

After a while, the hole in the chest of Painter began to slowly fill up.

"what?"

The man suddenly lost his voice, thinking that he was wrong.

"Disciple, what's the matter?" Insight Guan asked his head sideways.

"Bing Xintang!" The man murmured while staring at that side.

Perceiving the sound of the subject, he immediately looked at the area where the disciple of Bing Xin Tang in the direction of the God Temple was located, but his expression froze immediately after just a glance.

At the same time, the leaders and geniuses of several other power races also focused their eyes on Bing Xintang's side, staring in surprise.

After the great formation lasted for a while, the painting ghost was carried down again.

But this time... the hole in his chest has disappeared, replaced by complete flesh and blood, and his person has slowly opened his eyes.

A person whose heart was dug out, a person whose soul was shattered...just came alive...

"This is impossible!!"

Many people cried out in silence.

"Painting ghost... why did you live again?"

"This... what's going on?"

"Why is the logistics of the Temple of Gods so powerful?"

"It's not that Murong Bing's heart was injured and didn't participate in the group battle. The chief disciple Bing Yunyan was also badly injured and couldn't do it? How... how did this happen?"

People shouted and were shocked.

"Everyone, what do you think?"

The Sect Master of the Sky Profound Sect Li Pokun turned his head, glanced at the leaders of the other power races, and said in a deep voice.

"The Bingxintang elder Murong Bingxin of the Temple of Heaven is said to have been injured in an accident and cannot participate in the battle of the sects. So we used some small means to wound the chief disciple Bing Yunyan of Bingxintang, so that she could not deal with the Temple of God in time. The disciples who were defeated were treated, which weakened the continuous power of the Temple of God, preventing them from fighting a protracted battle with us, but I didn't expect that Bingxintang was really full of talents. After falling into a cloud of ice, there is actually such a kid." Li Gu narrowed his eyes, staring at the white night over there, and said lightly.

"And that big formation is also peculiar. Obviously there is no place for the formation of the Heavenly Hall of Gods. They can actually form such a powerful formation. It seems that the background of the Heavenly Hall is much stronger than we thought. "The old woman Natian from Qixia Palace said.

"What should I do now? Even the heroes like Painted Ghosts can recover in such a short time. I am afraid that even if we kill more heroes, we will not be able to cause losses to the Temple of God. I have been preparing for so long, and come here today. But it's not just to win the battle between the sects. If the logistics of the gods are so vigorous, then our plan is probably going to fail." Li Guyi frowned.

People fell silent.

At this moment, Meng Tianzong’s Meng Changjun suddenly looked sideways, looked towards Li Pokun, the sect master of the Sky Profound Sect, smiled lightly and said, “Sect Master Li, didn’t you say that you have a secret weapon? I don’t know what it is. Don't you introduce an introduction?"

"Hahaha, Master Yimeng seems to know something, right? That's fine, I won't hide it underneath." Li Pokun laughed and turned his head to the person behind him who was wearing white clothes and long hair covering his face. The man said: "Master Hongming!"

The man heard the sound and stepped forward.

The leaders looked at this man together, all curious.

"This is?" Yimeng Changjun asked carefully.

"Great Moon Clan, Yue Hongming!"

The man said calmly.

When these words fell to the ground, everyone was disillusioned and they were shocked.

"Unexpectedly... the Sky Profound Sect was actually connected with the Da Yue clan..."

"Leaving the Sect Master, it's so good!"

People sighed, looking at Li Pokun again, they were already jealous.

They all know what the Dayue clan means...

"The Dayue clan is good at medicine alchemy, and all the Suwen clan masters the art of life and death, Master Hongming, do you have any suggestions for the logistics of the Temple of Heaven?" Natian asked.

After hearing the sound, Nayue Hongming glanced in the direction of Bai Ye, and whirled and said lightly: "That burst was very weird, and the overflowing force was very extraordinary. It was very easy to heal a person who just died like a ghost painting, but The formation was extremely unstable. The white-haired guy was not only urging the formation, he was still maintaining the operation of the formation. Without him, the formation would not last long, and maintaining that formation requires extraordinary skills. In Bingxintang, I don’t think anyone can do it except Murong Bingxin. As for this person...I am afraid that the understanding of the battle force should be higher than that of Murong Bingxin, and the ghost painting will be hard to beat him, so As long as this person is abolished, it is enough. There is a mere frost, no climate! Other people don’t understand the formation, and can’t replace that kid..."

"Oh?"

As soon as this word fell, everyone present had their eyes brightened.

"Send someone to check the identity of that person for me right away."

Yimeng Changjun immediately turned his head and said to the person beside him.

"Yes, the head." The others immediately clasped their fists, whirled and hurriedly turned to leave.

The battle continues.

But this time, the person on stage is no longer that simple.

Hearing a crash, a snow-white figure jumped onto the arena.

People looked up, all in an uproar.

"It's Shen Baiyi!"

Someone exclaimed.

"Is it Shen Baiyi, who is ranked seventh on the list of outstanding people of the Supreme God Temple?"

"Just sent the seventh outstanding person? It seems that God Temple is going to be serious."

"That's for sure, don't let Shen Baiyi be on the stage, can we still let Yue Xiaoxiao or Qin Zhusha come up? These two beautiful beauties, Brother Huang can't do it, right?"

"Hehe, at this time, who cares if beauty is not beautiful! As long as you can win, what else should you care about?"

The scene is boiling.

There was also an exclamation on the side of the God Temple.

The disciples who just watched Zizhu Pavilion stood up one after another, shouting loudly.

"Brother Shen, come on!"

"You must win!"

"Senior Brother Shen! Can't lose!"

People shouted hard, looked forward to expectation, and were also uneasy.

If even Shen Baiyi was wiped out by a single blow... then this battle between the sects, the Temple of Heaven would have no chance of winning.

"Senior Brother Shen will definitely win."

On the side of Zizhu Pavilion, Qin Jiyue secretly squeezed her small fist, muttering to herself seriously.

Bai Ye also looked around.

But at this moment, a few slight footsteps suddenly sounded nearby.

Bai Ye frowned, but saw a few disciples who were dressed differently, who did not look like Shentian Temple came over. They were talking to a disciple of Bing Xintang, and at the same time they looked at him.

"Ok?"

Bai Ye was quite curious.

However, those people only talked a few words, and then left directly.

Before leaving, the few people looked at Bai Ye secretly, with a hint of coldness in their eyes.

Bai Ye's eyes moved, and in a vague way, he had already guessed something...