Nine Turns Sword God

Chen Tianhua looked disdainful and just raised his hand slightly.

Bang!

The back of his hand slapped the sword blade, directly knocking Chu Shaoyang's sword away.

Then another palm, the power of the holy ring exploded!

Boom!

Chu Shaoyang was directly vomited blood and slammed hard on the square, smashing a ten-meter-deep pit!

"Shaoyang!"

Both women were shocked!

Chen Tianhua's strength was so terrifying?

"Knowing that you are going to die but still struggling, it will only increase your pain."

Chen Tianhua didn't take Chu Shaoyang seriously at all: "The palace master is afraid of your talent, but no matter how high your talent is, you are only twenty-five years old after all."

"If you were not an enemy of the Holy Palace, you would have plenty of time to practice and secretly grow to the level of the palace master, and perhaps there would be a chance of winning."

"Unfortunately, you are too young and too arrogant..."

Boom!

A loud noise broke out in the huge pit.

Chu Shaoyang soared into the sky, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and spat: "Old dog, you talk too much nonsense!"

Chen Tianhua's eyes were stern, and there was shock in the depths of his eyes.

The palm just now seemed easy, but it had the power to kill the tenth level of the Saint King.

This kid was only slightly injured?

At this moment, Chu Shaoyang's figure disappeared out of thin air and flashed in front of Chen Tianhua.

The Cangsheng Sword was unsheathed and pierced Chen Tianhua's eyebrows!

Chen Tianhua's eyes were cold.

The same move came again?

Ridiculous!

He urged his strength again, even urging his blood power.

This palm condensed 70% of his strength, enough to kill the peak of the eleventh level of the Saint King in seconds!

I don't believe Chu Shaoyang can still block it!

A palm blasted out!

But Chu Shaoyang suddenly changed his offensive and rushed straight into this palm.

Puff!

The palm wind pierced through Chu Shaoyang's body.

Chen Tianhua suddenly frowned and exclaimed: "Afterimage?"

He turned back subconsciously, and sure enough, Chu Shaoyang had flashed behind him!

The sword of Cangsheng Sword rose, and the green light shone brightly!

The sword is invincible, I am invincible!

A sword thrust out!

Chen Tianhua snorted coldly: "You are worthy of hurting me?"

He stretched out his palm directly, tightly grasped the Cangsheng Sword, and stopped Chu Shaoyang's attack.

Instantly exerting force, he directly broke the Cangsheng Sword!

Crack!

The fragments of the long sword flew everywhere.

The face of Wuya Jianzun, who had just arrived, suddenly changed!

"The Supreme Artifact was crushed?"

Chen Tianhua stretched out his palm again and grabbed Chu Shaoyang's throat.

"You, you can actually break the Supreme Artifact?"

Chu Shaoyang looked incredulous.

Chen Tianhua sneered: "I am a nine-pattern body cultivator, with nearly 10 million pounds of strength."

"A mere supreme artifact can be broken at will!"

He gradually exerted force in his palm, trying to strangle Chu Shaoyang's throat.

Chu Shaoyang showed a look of horror, and grabbed his wrist tightly, trying to break free.

The eight body cultivation holy patterns lit up brightly!

8.5 million pounds of strength, all gathered in his hands.

"Don't struggle."

Chen Tianhua sneered: "Even if you are an eight-pattern body cultivator, you still can't bear my power."

"I will carry your head to see the palace master."

Just as he was about to kill Chu Shaoyang, Chu Shaoyang laughed.

As deep as a demon, it was terrifying!

"Old dog, you fell into the trap."

Chu Shaoyang's chest suddenly lit up with a green light, and an ancient scroll emerged.

The Book of Immortality!

A piece of paper determines life and death!

Chu Shaoyang smiled playfully: "So you only have a hundred years left to live."

A devouring force came out of the Book of Immortality, devouring Chen Tianhua's lifespan crazily.

Chen Tianhua's face suddenly changed!

"Little beast, you dare to absorb my lifespan!"

He wanted to exert force, but the Book of Immortality took away twenty years of his lifespan in an instant.

His body became older and his strength weakened.

He began to be unable to suppress Chu Shaoyang.

When a warrior's lifespan is about to end, not only will his strength be lost, but his body will also become decayed.

Chen Tianhua now has only the strength of the early twelfth level of the Holy King Realm.

The physical strength can only exert nine million jin, but Chu Shaoyang can still support it with an extra 500,000 jin.

"Damn it!"

Chen Tianhua panicked!

In terms of strength, let alone one Chu Shaoyang, even if there are ten or a hundred more, he will kill them without hesitation!

But he never expected that Chu Shaoyang actually had the power to devour other people's lifespans!

His biggest weakness is that his lifespan is not enough!

"Don't even think about hurting my husband!"

Ye Qingxie and Lin Qingyao arrived together, urging the power of their blood.

The two cold airs instantly merged into one, turning into an ice crystal arrow, fiercely piercing Chen Tianhua's body.

The cold air rushed into the meridians, and frost covered everything it passed!

The power that was already limited by life span was frozen by the frost, and the strength was directly reduced to the eleventh level of the Holy King Realm!

"I said, I will take your head to see Ye Wujie tomorrow morning."

Chu Shaoyang's mouth curled up a cold smile.

The flames of the cinder-destroying dragon rose, turning from red to blue.

A palm blasted out!

Boom!

The ice flame exploded, instantly freezing Chen Tianhua's body, leaving only his head exposed.

Chu Shaoyang waved his sword finger, and the Heavenly Demon Sword Cave in the distance shot over.

The sword light flashed, and instantly cut off Chen Tianhua's head!

"I, I am not willing..."

Chen Tianhua roared resolutely.

Why does Chu Shaoyang have the power to devour lifespan?

Why can those two girls, who are so weak, exert their blood power to such an extent?

In the final analysis, he died because he underestimated the enemy.

He underestimated Chu Shaoyang too much.

From the moment he was ruthlessly crushed, he fell into Chu Shaoyang's trap and didn't take Chu Shaoyang seriously at all.

But he had no chance to regret it.

Before the head hit the ground, it was frozen by Chu Shaoyang's ice flame and put into the empty ring.

The headless body fell and landed with a bang.

The elders of the Holy Palace who had fought with Hu Zhong and others were all scared!

"The Great Elder is dead?"

"Died at the hands of Chu Shaoyang?"

They were terrified!

Even the great elder was not Chu Shaoyang's opponent, who else could deal with him?

Chu Shaoyang gave an order: "Don't leave any!"

Hu Zhong and others immediately took action.

The strong men of the Holy Palace had already lost their will to fight, and their army was defeated.

But in just a few breaths, they all died!

"Win..."

The disciples of the Sword Pavilion looked at Chu Shaoyang in disbelief.

No matter how you look at it, it was a losing situation, but he turned the situation around!

Chu Shaoyang looked at the demons and monsters beside Wuya Jianzun and said in a deep voice: "Please go back to your tribe and invite a few more strong men to come."

"Tomorrow's battle, you only need to hold Ye Wujie for an incense stick, no need to fight to the death."

Yuan Hong and Yin Haoyan looked puzzled.

What's the point of holding him for an incense stick?

If Ye Wujie is not killed, the Holy Palace will retaliate, and the Sword Pavilion will be in danger!

But, since Chu Shaoyang said so, the two of them had to do it.

At night.

Chu Shaoyang sat in the pavilion, with a lot on his mind.

Ye Qingxie and Lin Qingyao came together and sat beside him.

Ye Qingxun said calmly: "You have been waiting for a long time, right?"

Chu Shaoyang nodded: "I haven't seen my mother since I was a child, and even my father left without saying goodbye."

"If it weren't for the treasure left by my father, I would have died in Ningcheng long ago."

"It is said that destiny is hard to defy, but I broke destiny, rescued my mother, and found my father. What should I do now?"

Ye Qingxun was silent.

Lin Qingyao didn't understand what destiny was, and said in a deep voice: "It can be called destiny or fate."

"The path of cultivation is like sailing against the current. Once you step in, there is no way back."

"Perhaps, this is also the reason why your parents want you to stay in Ningcheng."