Chapter 804 – Ancient Emperor, Unbeatable in the Same Realm

Chapter 804 – Ancient Great Emperor, Unrivaled in the Same Realm
Xin Zhuo’s words were extremely arrogant, extremely rude, and even insulting to Paramount Saints, just ……

The four places remained silent.

Everyone was completely shocked by the scene just now, that’s right, everyone.

What kind of person was It Mo? That is a guy who has lived many martial arts heydays, a direct descendant of the ancient Buddhist lineage, in terms of age, I’m afraid it’s no less than a quasi saint venerable, his understanding of Buddhist martial arts has already reached the realm of perfection, and his experience in the way of killing definitely surpasses that of many people.

The holy sons and daughters of the great sanctuaries and caverns were all defeated by him, and many of the ancestors of the martial artists present were killed by him, and they would never dare to mention the word “revenge” before they surpassed the cultivation level of the second of the five failures of the celestial beings.

This person’s terror, it is no exaggeration to say that he is the first of the Hunyuan Void, it is by no means an exaggeration.

Even if Xin Zhuo, as the rising star of the past few years, was the benchmark for measuring the strength of the same realm, it was hard to say if he could go through three or two rounds under him.

Just now it Mo’s means was indeed strong to the extreme, that is, a group of holy sons and daughters also secretly nodded, however ……

One move defeat!
There is no suspense!

The defeat was even somewhat pitiful!
Whether it was the two Paramount Saints in the sky or the Holy Maidens and Saints and tens of thousands of martial artists below, they were in a trance for a moment, not knowing why.

It was only after a few full breaths that many people were able to review the split second duel between the two just now in their minds-

It Mo aside, Xin Zhuo clearly landed a preemptive backhand, yet he did not slow down, casting a Martial Dao Boundary and only striking out with one sword.

Martial Dao Boundary condensed as solid, nearly a hundred miles vast, martial rhyme and martial arts meaning and thickness reached a certain extreme, not! It was ten times stronger than the average Hun Yuan Transformation Zhou Tian martial artist.

That sword, the sword out like the remnant of the sun, the sword swings like sobbing blood, the momentum is like a swimming dragon, vast and vast, nothing is unbreakable, and carries as if it came from thousands of ancient sword cultivators in the ancient age of killing intent, this is bizarre and unpredictable, unrivaled a sword ……

And his true qi, the nine colors!!!!
If it mo is unrivaled in the same realm on earth, then Xin Zhuo’s sword is divine, not like it should be on earth.

One is invincible in the mortal world, and the other is in the heavens!

The difference is immediate!

Many people looked at Xin Zhuo again, and their eyes completely changed, it was a gaze that did not belong to their kind in general.

“How can one be a benchmark when one is so strong to such a passable level?”

“Is Xin Zhuo that Legendary True Martial Artist?”

A large number of martial artists felt suffocated and depressed in their hearts.

“As …… what?”

In front of the corner palace, Da Luo Holy Maiden Qiong Yu looked with difficulty at Yellow Springs Sect’s Holy Son Xiao Jingyi and Chu Youyun and Wu Tiange who had walked in at an unknown time, but she saw that the faces of the three Holy Sons and Holy Maidens, who were famous for suppressing one side of the country and had deep backgrounds, were all in a state of disbelief and gravity.

That Xiao Jingyi frowned and said: ”Not a legend true martial artist, defense repair only, just …… Xin Zhuo is not your Dala disciple? Where did he learn this kind of swordsmanship and heart method?”

Qiong Yu was also very puzzled, shook his head and said: “The sword and mind method is by no means owned by Da Luo, I don’t know where this person learned it.”

“This person deserves his reputation.”

That Chu Youyun rarely showed a trace of appreciation, “Sword art is divine, heart method is outstanding, key plan and then move, the mind of the firmness, is really scary, my family’s ancient emperor ancestor once said that there are three kinds of people in the world are the most scary, Xin Zhuo this kind of person is one of them!”

……

In mid-air, Ji Pixuan silently looked towards Xin Zhuo, a hint of meaning flashed in his eyes.

Folding Feiyan, Han Jiulang and Qingxuan likewise looked silently, their thoughts seemed to have returned to those dream-like years, Xin Zhuo, as if there was nothing he couldn’t do.

Not far away, the East and the extermination of the spirit of darkness, can not say is surprised or shocked, just the meaning of the eyes is not clear, if you want to look closely at their pupils, that is a killing intent dense to the stubborn determination.

They seem to have returned to the original “Mirror Flower Water and Moon”, facing the illusion of the fast-growing mountain bandits.

……

Already a ruin of the four forks, Xin Zhuo right hand on the sword, silently looking toward the head into the stinking gutter of the it Mo, left hand virtual grasp, the ghost of the vortex, no one can understand what it is doing.

“You think I’m dead? Hahaha, no, just now is my carelessness.”

That stinky gutter side of it mo suddenly bizarrely flashed to not far away, and then flashed to the mid-air, a golden Buddha shadow once again covered the sky, swept the dome of the sky, a moment of Buddha’s light shone, the whole holy city has become golden color.

And his body seems to have become an ancient Buddhist Dawei Tianlong Lohan, wrapped up in ten thousand feet of divine power, a trace of which can break mountains and rivers, weighing more than ten thousand kilograms, his body shook, as if he were a splitter, changing into seventy-three, his voice was like a loud bell: “Buddhism is authentic, how can it lose? Kid, this Buddha sends you to the west!”

“West” word just exported, behind the 10,000 feet of Buddha shadow suddenly opened his mouth: “Eight karma ten thousand ways!”

It was as if the real Buddha was on the ground!

With one punch, the Buddha’s light descended, and everything in the world was invincible.

“This ……”

“It mo just didn’t use all its strength!”

Tens of thousands of martial artists are appalled, carefully watching, heart and soul, some people even in the bottom of the heart silently read, “A few beat Xin Zhuo ……”

The truth is that Xin Zhuo strong outrageous, people’s hearts weak, to be all he is so strong, our bitter cultivation of these hundreds of years count what, but also do not want to live? “It mo used the full force, fighting for his life, victory or defeat is only afraid or difficult to predict.”

All the great holy land cave saint son and saint daughter gazed at the observation.

Even the East and the Spirit Destroyer narrowed their eyes.

However, Xin Zhuo no longer planned and then acted like before, but instead, his body was filled with eye-catching nine-colored haze light, and his aura was as majestic as that of a flooded man as he flashed into mid-air, pointing a heavy finger.

“Buzz–“

Half of the sky flooded with eye-catching golden color, extremely killing, extremely heavy, extremely powerful, a giant golden armored god man, a flash out, as if from the ancient anger.

“Boom–“

Diffuse sky Buddha light seems to be afraid of that golden light, instantly ice and snow melt, it mo suffered a heavy blow, the figure is as urgent as a meteor, flying out with a bang.

“Bang–“

Slate shock cracked, once again head into the street ground, body ninety-nine sword wounds blood splash, trembled a few times, a motionless.

For the second time, fighting for his life, still unbearable, losing completely and utterly.

“Uh……”

Countless faces in all directions were filled with stagnation.

Is it still …… a one move defeat?

A group of holy sons and daughters were dryly out of their minds.

That Dongfang and Destruction Spirit’s faces were gloomy to the extreme.

“Measuring strength …… doesn’t work when used on me Xin Zhuo!”

Xin Zhuo looked to the East and the extermination of the spirit and even in all directions slowly converge nearly 100,000 martial artists, as if to vent the heart of the dissatisfaction and stifled, word by word: “I Xin Zhuo can achieve the realm, the world no one is my rival, that is, the ancient emperor resurrected to the same realm of the theory of the same, there is no certainty to win my grasp, the East and the extermination of the spirit, you are even more poorly! …… You have to remember my words, measure strength, heh!”

The tone is arrogant and unruly, full of disdain for everything, but also seems to be suppressed for a long time after the outbreak.

Quiet and silent in the four places.

Everyone was holding the thought that Xin Zhuo would surely die today, but now they were completely speechless.

“Ka-ching!”

It Mo Pan suddenly sat up for the third time, his bare head was full of blood, looking straight at Xin Zhuo, no longer making a move, pushing the gold mountain down and prostrate on his knees: “I can’t beat you, I won’t be your enemy in the future!”

Then, let out a loud cry, I don’t know whether it is to cry for his own miserable defeat, or to be destroyed all pride and self-complacency.

A hundred thousand martial artists were miserable in their hearts, and who had seen such a side of this devilish monk?
“Provoking the holy authority, so bratty, when there is no regard for face, kill it!”

That Spirit Destroying Old Nun and Mr. Dongfang, rejecting all dignity, wrapped in rich holy might, ignoring Folding Feiyan’s several people’s furious stares, the celestials pointed a finger, killing Xin Zhuo.

The entire holy city suddenly shook.

Millions of martial artists were terrified and scattered in fear.

“The two Paragon Saints really don’t want to lose face when they go back on their words like this?”

Folding Feiyan angrily rebuked, making a move to resist.

The group of holy sons and daughters had no choice but to retreat.

However, Xin Zhuo faced the two in the east straight on, not fearing in the slightest, and smiled blandly, “Holy Maiden Taichong doesn’t need to block, let them kill!”

Folding Feiyan looked at him fiercely, feeling a hint of resentment at this unfamiliar address, yet more than anything else, she was puzzled.

Equally puzzled were Han Jiulang, Qing Xuan, Xiao Jingyi, Chu Youyun, Wu Tiange, and others.

Xin Zhuo didn’t look like someone who went to his death openly, what was the point of him saying that?
In the next moment, everyone could not help but look panicked-

Xin Zhuo’s hand, which was always grasping vainly not knowing what purpose it served, fiercely clenched.

“Boom–“

Out of nowhere, a majestic abyss-like sea of ancient, ancient, and swidden true qi enveloped him in layers, and for a moment, he was as if he were a divine being, and even the powerful means of a Quasi-Saint could not possibly kill him in an instant.

This is not enough, immediately after that, eight places in the city, suddenly appeared eight gray pillars of light through the sky, eight completely different from today’s martial arts pressure, swept through the world.

Eight figures, terrifying and incomparable, arrived in a flash and blocked in front of Xin Zhuo in a raw manner.

(End of chapter)