"Stop! Damn it! Stop it!" Zhao Zhengchu's eyes turned red and he was completely angry.
He rushed towards the Heavenly Shadow Guard first. Who else but him could take action in front of him?
The studio owner's expression changed drastically, and he looked around the Western Zhou Dynasty frantically. Who was responsible?
"Zhao Zhengchu, don't be impulsive, we didn't do it!"
It's a pity that at this moment, the Zhao family has completely entered a state of rage and can't hear anyone's words.
The two gods fought on the spot.
Thanks to Zhao Zhengchu's "death" once, his current strength is greatly reduced, otherwise this fifth-grade Heavenly Shadow Guard would really be unable to withstand it.
"Death to me!" Zhao Zhengchu's face was solemn, and he punched down like a dragon coming out of the sea.
He was once a powerful man who had entered the ninth level of heaven and man. Even if his current strength was greatly reduced, he would still not be at a disadvantage.
The Heavenly Shadow Guard had just received strong pressure from Zhao Zhengchu and had to show his true combat power.
Although he is a fifth-grade celestial being, he is a celestial being from the Shadow Pavilion. He only obeys the Emperor's celestial being. He has received countless resources. His skills and condensed natal weapons are far beyond the comparison with Zhao Zhengchu.
Zhao Zhengchu had been beheaded once again in a previous battle, so his natal magic weapon must have suffered heavy losses.
A blood-red sword appeared in the hands of the Heavenly Shadow Guard. There was a faint spirituality on it, which was enough to show that this thing was extraordinary.
The weapons in this world have no hierarchy except for those unparalleled divine objects. The stronger the owner is, the weapon itself will also improve.
complement each other.
Even if a young boy obtains the unparalleled magic weapon, he will not be able to exert its power. Only by slowly improving his level can he slowly control the power of the magic weapon.
The blood-red sword in the hands of this heaven-level shadow guard is made of extremely strong material. It must have taken a lot of effort from the royal family, and finally became the natural weapon of the heavenly being in front of him.
Facing this punch, the blood-red sword of the Heavenly Shadow Guard came forward, and two different forces collided with each other.
Without his natal weapon, Zhao Zhengchu's strength dropped sharply again, and he was unable to defeat this heavenly being whose realm was far different from his.
The two have fought dozens of times, but they still can't do anything about each other.
The natal weapon may not be the key to victory, but it involves the monk's own strength. A weapon that grows together is like a good friend who goes hand in hand. It is satisfying and handy when used.
Zhao Zhengchu's face turned ugly. He stretched out his hand and grasped it out of thin air. He took out the green steel knife that had suffered a lot of heavy damage in the previous battle. There were some large and small gaps on it, which needed constant nourishment to recover.
Zhao Zhengchu didn't want to delay any longer with the heavenly being in front of him, he wanted to kill him!
Even if the green steel sword in his hand has a high possibility of becoming scrap metal, he is not afraid.
The best thing to do is to spend some more time to find a weapon that suits you and slowly cultivate it into a new natal weapon.
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Yang Xingyan looked at the swordsman in black in front of him and was speechless.
He is really the big devil that Master calls him!
He kept communicating with the purple energy in the sword, hoping that he would still be able to react when the devil took action.
"Don't be so afraid. If I want to deal with you, you won't survive now." Seeing how nervous and scared he was, Ye Baiyi immediately persuaded him.
Yang Xingyan still looked nervous and tense.
Suddenly, the black-clothed swordsman in front of him looked stern, then quickly turned his head, threw the white sword in his left hand into the air, held the hilt of the sword with one hand in his right hand, and unsheathed the sword in the air, and then his figure suddenly disappear.
Tuliu's scabbard stayed in the air for a moment and then fell to the ground, a sound sounded.
The whole process went smoothly without any pause.
Zhao Zhengchu forced himself to suppress the wounds in his body, and continued to forcefully suppress the heavenly being in front of him, just when he was about to defeat and kill him.
His body suddenly felt cold and his back stiffened.
"Zhao Zhengchu, do you still remember me?"
Looking down, he saw an extra sword tip on his chest, and blood was slowly flowing out.
The man appeared behind him without a sound and stabbed his chest from behind.
Zhao Zhengchu intended to slap the man behind him with a palm to push back the man behind him, but the man behind him did not just use this sword. At the same time as he took out the palm, he pulled out the sword with his backhand and waved it in the air again and slashed at him again. behind.
Zhao Zhengchu's expression suddenly changed, and he was about to fight back when the man behind him seemed to have expected it. His other hand invisibly grasped a long sword made of sword energy, and took the head off his neck.
Zhao Zhengchu collapsed and fell from the air.
The whole process happened in an instant, beyond everyone's expectations.
Everyone knows that devas are extremely difficult to kill.
Ye Baiyi naturally did the same, so he would not give Zhao Zhengchu time to come back from the dead.
At the same time that Zhao Zhengchu fell, Ye Baiyi had already drawn his sword again.
This sword was extremely fast. As soon as the sword had arrived, everyone was still silent as Ye Baiyi drew his sword.
"Thirteen Sword Skills?!" One of the people present recognized the origin of Ye Baiyi's sword, and it was the studio owner.
"Tao Sect? Xuandu Temple?"
"No! You are not from the Taoist sect. It is impossible for a Taoist sect to do the things that angered both humans and gods."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Zhengchu was cut in half with a sword.
Falling to the ground.
Then Ye Baiyi opened his mouth and spat out, and thousands of sword energy burst out from his mouth.
Covering the sky.
The sword energy dropped, and the sword came down.
Zhao Zhengchu's soul had just left his body and was about to escape thousands of miles away, but he encountered the sword energy in the sky and was pierced into a sieve on the spot.
But even so, he is still not dead. His soul is repaired quickly, and it is intact in an instant, but it is getting weaker and weaker.
Ye Baiyi looked at it coldly and said softly, "Thousands of miles of thought, flying sword technique!"
The long sword in his hand fell out of his hand and came out with a single stroke.
The first hole penetrated Zhao Zhengchu's soul, like a hole the size of a fist.
Zhao Zhengchu looked up and finally saw the man's face clearly. First he looked unfamiliar, then familiar.
Then he looked panicked and ran away without any hesitation, not even having the courage to deal with it.
Of course he knew who the person who took action was, it was him!
It was the person he had fought against with more than a dozen other powerful heavenly beings who were above the ninth level of heavenly beings!
He is not dead!
This is impossible!
It seems that he has been waiting in Jiangnan for a long time, but why has there never been any news about him in Jiangnan?
From beginning to end, he has never shown his reputation in Jiangnan!
The fear in this person's heart is far greater than his desire to fight to the death.
At this moment, he didn't even think about why Ye Baiyi made a sneak attack instead of facing him openly.
What's surprising is that the person behind him didn't chase him.
The swordsman in black looked at the fleeing Zhao Zhengchu from a distance and smiled coldly.
It seems to be saying, if I take action, you will die.
Then he turned around and looked at the Heavenly Shadow Guard in the Shadow Pavilion.
Stretching out his right hand, the sword fell to his heart, his black clothes rose with the wind, and his eyes faced each other in the sky like an abyss swallowing his soul.
