My Master is Lin Zhengying

The electric arcs in both hands made a "click" sound.

Sweeping at an onmyoji, two lightning strikes.

With a loud "bang", the Onmyoji had no chance or possibility to evade, and was blasted into a scorched corpse by the electric arc on the spot.

Nan Chen and others saw this scene from afar.

I can't help but gasp.

Two words "terror".

As written in Zhongyuan's book, this Shi Jian is really strong, with lightning and thunder, he can traverse the world.

No wonder it was able to suppress the existence of Uncle Nine.

Not only is he cruel and merciless, but this sound is good, and it's not just bragging.

In addition to Shi Jian, the head of Maoshan, and Master Faxiang, they are also very vigorous.

Holding a Zen stick in your hand, and chopping down with a Zen stick, one of them will be killed directly.

The head of Kongtong faction, Ziyun real person.

Surrounded by purple aura, the purple aura reeks of air when he strikes.

The berserk breath was overwhelming, and with a single palm sweep, he also defeated one person.

At the same time, there are also Bai Qiuxian from the Bai family, elders from the Qingcheng sect, and so on.

Each of these bigwigs is fierce.

Moreover, they all represent the peak of the Central Plains' combat power.

These onmyoji assassins, confronting each other head-on, could be opponents.

The situation is very clear, there is no need for other people to take action.

In other words, the rest of the people couldn't squeeze in.

The battle has basically come to an end.

The ten onmyojis who rushed out were killed in a blink of an eye and only one remained.

It is the Onmyoji who is the leader.

This guy has a very high level of morality, and now he is approaching Master Jiuxuan.

"Jiuxuan, die, die!"

Daoist Jiuxuan stood on the same spot, surrounded by the number one puppet master in the world, the Taoist puppet.

Master Jiuxuan looked at the Onmyoji indifferently, unmoved, and said coldly:

"The Jiuju faction is doomed to perish!"

As soon as the words fell, Master Jiuxuan raised his hand.

In an instant, nine mysterious lights erupted.

The nine mysterious lights turned into nine sharp swords in an instant.

Facing the onmyoji, he stabbed directly.

Seeing such a scene, everyone present stared at the real Jiuxuan on the stone platform in surprise.

"Nine Mysteries Secret Technique!"

"This, this is the leader's way of becoming famous, the Nine Profound Sword!"

"What a powerful sword energy..."

"..."

The people below were astonished.

On Nanchen's side, they were so far away that they could feel the sharp sword energy.

And the oppressive force made people feel uncomfortable and bloody.

"Is this the way of the heavenly rank?"

Nan Chen said something to himself.

And that Nine Profound Sword Qi has already blasted down.

Although the Onmyoji was strong, his face was moved when faced with the Nine Profound Sword Qi.

With one hand in the mudra, let out a low drink:

"Clone!"

As soon as the words fell, the guy's body flickered.

Suddenly, there are many figures.

There were eight figures exactly like him.

This is a special secret technique of Fusang Onmyouji, and it is difficult to distinguish the true from the false.