Talisman Emperor

This is a heap of rubble.

The water was covered in blood, her face pale and slightly transparent, and her breathing became heavy, like a continuously pulling fan.

He is a strong Refinery God, and he is the 21st highest god in the Spiritual Realm of the Sealed God.

But now he is in such a tragic state that he has suffered such a brutal battle, even if he had not been a strong refiner, for fear of being killed many times.

Nowadays, he is able to stand still, but obviously not for long.

Those who are strong in the refining gods are not indestructible. As long as every drop of their blood is dried, every thought powder will still die.

Of course, it is difficult to do this.

That's why it's still standing here at this moment.

At this moment, although it is difficult to hide the colour of weariness and weakness between his eyebrows, the divine colour remains steadfast, because behind him three monks are guarded.

In front of him are the enemies!

These enemies are more than a dozen, headed by a light-hearted young man with a pale complexion and a rouge on his lips, with a monstrous smell.

He played with a sharp, blood-red, brilliant, one-foot-long curved knife, licked the lips of a gorilla as red as blood, gazed at the water and said, “If you resist in the corner again, though not to death, when you can't help it, the three guys behind you will suffer. ”

Soft, sharp and creepy, like a viper spitting.

Shut your mouth and say nothing.

Across the street, this exotic young man in red, named Jun, comes from the Imperial Clan, and himself is the privilege of the twelfth ranked god in the list of sealed gods, cultivated to the extreme.

But the gaze of the water did not look at him, but at the back of the crowd.

There, a young man with an evil face, a thick dark hair shawl and a lazy smile on his lips, is teasing a flaming peacock on his shoulder.

This man is a young farmer!

“You should know that if the three of them fall into my hands, it is absolutely impossible to survive, to die, to suffer endless suffering, not to mention death. ”

Zhen Jun continued, “So I advise you to hurry up and hand over that seven pint root, which is good for all of us. ”

The water remains silent.

But the three monks behind him were trembling and showing their fear. Apparently, they also recognized Jun Jun, and they knew better than to go into the eighteenth floor of hell if this guy stared at them.

“Looks like you still want someone to help you, but unfortunately, I won't give you another chance.” Jun sighed softly and seemed to have lost patience.

Boo!

A beautiful, bloody curved knife in his palm slipped around, releasing a demonic light, then clapped, tearing space-time and chopping it off at an incredible speed towards the water.

He wanted to resist, but his body was trembling and his air engine was disturbed. He was caught chopping on his body and dropping his arm.

Then, his whole body flew out in shock and fell down, and the pain was that he could never stand up again.

Previously, he had suffered tremendous trauma and feared that he would have fallen long ago if it had not been for a resilient will.

Even so, this moment, after the blow, completely brought him to the brink of collapse.

“Zhen Jun, I discovered this seven-pipe ancestral group first. You've taken three seven-pipe roots. Do you want to keep pushing each other? ”

Asthma opens, the corners of the lips bleed, the eyes rarely exude anger, eyes cracked.

He was not worried about his fate, because as a descendant of the Yan clan, as a god of supremacy, Yan Jun would not dare to kill him, even if he was arrogant.

He was worried about the three companions behind him. After losing his protection, his life was in danger!

“This is competition. It's a sin to have this seven virtues root. ”

Chun smiled softly and walked one step towards the three monks, “Chun Shui, is it your last chance or not? I will count to three. If you remain obsessed, these three will die because of you. ”

“I.”

Like a musical note, at this moment, the three monks were frightened as if they were earthy. They could hardly help but beg for forgiveness. They could not help but look at the water and beg.

The water suddenly gasped for a while, biting his teeth: “Jun! You must force me to despair!? ”

“Two.”

Jun smiled and was not aware. He simply raised the beautiful, bloody curved knife in his hand and pointed it away at the three monks.

“Brother Chun, why don't you... give it to him? ”

The three monks were hopeless, and the line of defense in their hearts was about to collapse. They didn't want to die, even though they knew the water was waiting for Le Noir to come and support them. What if they came one step later?

The stubborn divine color of the water was also uncertain. Just as Jun Zhen was about to shout out “three”, he finally bit his teeth and made a decision, "Okay, I'll give it to you! ”

Word after word, it seems to be extruded from the seam of the teeth, with infinite anger.

Jun suddenly laughed with pride and sighed: "Unfortunately, you promised to be one step late. ”

As he spoke, he swept his eyes at the three monks and spewed a word gently in his bloody lips: "Three! ”

Boo!

The bloody machete broke into the sky and broke through the dome.

“You... vile!” The water roared and the whole person was going mad.

At this moment, the three monks were also cold in their hearts, and deep despair erupted. It was finally understood that Jun had never intended to let them go.

What I said before, it was just a bunch of bullshit. It was a joke!

I'm unhappy!

They are angry, if they can start over, they will not sit here and die, unfortunately...

It's all late... hmm?

All of a sudden, they were stiff, their pupils dilated, and suddenly they saw, a sword suddenly emerged, hard born halfway through that bloody machete, colliding with each other, revealing billions of gods.

The bloody machete was violently shaken and buzzed.

What's this?

This moment, escaping death, almost made the three monks think it was a dream, and the whole person stayed there, which is believable.

“Finally… here we are…” A shock shook in the heart of the water, the bloodstained lips pulled out a rigid curve, seemingly trying to laugh.

Zhen Jun was also slightly surprised. He immediately picked his eyebrows, laughed coldly, took control of the bloody machete and killed again at the three monks.

It was also at this moment that a shadow of a sharp strip emerged quietly before the three monks, and that was Chen Xi!

Boom!

His sword swept like a cross river, crushing time and space, wrapped a pound of vast power, and shook the bloody machete out.

“Huh!”

Zhen Jun seemed a little surprised. He squinted his eyes and suddenly laughed. “I guess you're the Chen Xi. ”

A monk in the vicinity of Zhejun, at this moment, also shows a sparkling interest, without any tension, a big picture of the relaxed look.

For this, Chen Xizhun was too lazy to look, turned his head and looked at the water on the ground. When he saw that serious injury on his body, he couldn't help but frown, and his eyes filled with cold.

“Yu Daoyou, you calm down and take care of your wounds, I'll take care of this.” Chen Xifei spoke quickly.

“Be careful, Min Xiaonong is on the sidelines, you just have to hold on to the Seamless Guy and they come together and you can turn the situation around.” The water clamored.

Chen Xiao nodded his eyes, and naturally he noticed Xiao Xiao farmer behind the crowd, even from the moment he arrived here, most of his attention was on Xiao Xiao farmer.

At this time, the three monks were also awake from their stagnation. When they saw the visitor was Chen Xi, they could not help but relieve their breath. They could spin, but were nervous and worried, because Chen Xi was alone, and opposite... there was more than one god supreme!

In other words, the situation remains critical.

Today, they only hope that they will arrive in a timely manner.

But obviously, Joon doesn't intend this to happen.

He saw that Chen Xiao had ignored his appearance. He couldn't help but laugh again. He was soft-spirited and stabbed in the eardrum.

“Very well, I'd like to see how powerful the guys who can defeat the Moon together with Kim Qingyang are! ”

Jun Jun flies over, his temper suddenly rises, his whole body boils blood, straight for nine days, the whole person is like a blood god, with a bloody machete, splitting down.

Boo!

This knife appears to have been cut from the ages, baptized by the bloody sea of the dead mountains, releases the atmosphere of slaughter, dominates the spectacular, and instantly turns the heavens and the earth into palpitating blood.

It was a horrible blow. It was more than one stroke stronger than that month.

Boom boom...

The space-time explosion was completely crushed by a knife and slashed straight into the tide.

“You deserve to yell at me, too?” Chen Xi's eyes are as bright as electricity, dark and dark, and the whole person is like a sword out of the sheath.

Nor did he see his movements, a slightly understated swordsmanship sprayed out, obscure and ordinary, as soon as Kofu appeared, the heavens and the earth were like stagnant, time and space frozen for it!

Mm-hmm.

In the distance, the young peasant who had been teasing his shoulder peacock seemed to notice something. Finally, he raised his head and his eyes locked towards this side.

Boom!

The sword and knife clash together, like two hundred thousand mountains colliding, sounding a deafening bombardment.

Spin, the bloody curved knife suddenly trembled violently, collapsed and flew out, it was the sword of invincible Chen Xi.

Yet the whole person shouted a scream, and the sound was knocked off in the void, and the figure backed out of control by dozens of places.

When he finally stopped, his face suddenly grew white and swayed for a while, and he couldn't help but squirt a breath of blood.

The whole scene stood still and shook up.