"war."

Zhuo Junlin shouted loudly, raised the long sword in his hand, but directly bullied the man in black and slashed it with a knife.

The sharp blades intersected, and the human monks present changed their expressions. At this time, Zhuo Junlin had forcibly bullied the man in black, and fought with swords against swords and bloody battles in close combat. Apart from the battle formations, there was never such a precedent between the monks who met directly.

The sound of metal and iron fighting was endless. Zhuo Junlin slashed with a long sword, but he was not afraid of the man in black who was far beyond his own realm. Invisibly, Zhuo Junlin had a slight slightest takeover.

The sharp sword light flew up and down, and Zhuo Junlin only attacked but not defended. The man in black was panicked. For a moment, he could not adapt to Zhuo Junlin's brave sword force.

All living beings couldn't help but fall into their eyes.

Isn’t it difficult for all living beings in the world to break the natural suppression of their realm?

Isn’t it difficult for all living beings in the world to break the balance of the world?

Not beings of heaven and earth, no matter how shocking the world is, can’t we ignore the rules of realm?

Zhuo Junlin completely broke the five views of all living beings.

Even Yang Wenjun's eyes were full of surprises at this time. Even Yang Wenjun himself never expected that this mysterious boy would bring so many surprises to him.

Ye Chen's face became increasingly ugly.

Although the two battles between the Ghost Sect and the Human Race were caught off guard by the human race, they also had the advantage of the number of battle formations. However, even so, they had already lost the face of the Ghost Sect.

If Zhuo Junlin kills the creatures of the ghost sect again in this battle, he is afraid that the ghost sect, which has never been born, will become a joke for the whole world as soon as it is born.

Asura's face was also extremely ugly. The human race, which had always been looked down upon by himself, suddenly had such a surprise. Zhuo Junlin's combat power was far beyond Asura's expectations.

Feng Tianhuang couldn't help but feel shocked. Although the man in black could not exert his realm to the extreme, the realm suppression between the practitioners was enough to make people restrain themselves. Even if he was himself, he was afraid that when he was in the same realm as Zhuo Junlin, it was impossible for the man in black to cross a large realm and retreated repeatedly.

The blood and blood are overwhelming.

Even though the creatures of the demon race are born with strong physical strength, Feng Tianhuang has never seen a strong presence like Zhuo Junlin.

Invisibly, Feng Tianhuang seemed to have felt the power of the Azure Dragon, the courage of the White Tiger, and the God of Black Tortoise on Zhuo Junlin one after another. This illusion has never happened in the history of the demon clan.

In a vague way, Feng Tianhuang had an illusion that Zhuo Junlin seemed to be a creature of the demon race that accidentally fell into the human race.

"You are far worse than that little bird." Zhuo Junlin laughed at the sky, his coarse linen was flying, and a burst of cries suddenly rose in his eyes.

Zhu Yan couldn't help but get angry, but was stopped by Feng Tianhuang's eyes.

Qing Fanhai Zhan Kuangtian looked at Zhuo Junlin in amazement, his eyes full of surprise. Xuan Wushang's eyes seemed to be open, but his expression was filled with anger.

Hundreds of thousands of creatures present, all with incredible eyes.

There is still a human teenager, but more like the cubs of ancient ferocious beasts, awakening the peerless power inherited from ancient times.

Bai Yingxue's eyes lit up in the prison car: "It's true."

Zhuo Junlin became more and more brave as he fought. Wherever the sword light went, the man in black was killed who was retreating repeatedly.

Even though the man in black has reached the peak of the God Transformation Realm, he has retreated one after another under Zhuo Junlin's sword.

"Ah." The man in black roared, and the sword force changed again.

Zhuo Junlin's eyes were cold, but the long sword was still slashed like a storm. The man in black was covered by Zhuo Junlin's long sword. No matter how the man in black resisted, Zhuo Junlin's big sword was as heavy as a mountain, and it was so powerful that the man in black could not fight back.

Like a demon god descending to earth, like a god who gives punishment.

Zhuo Junlin's eyes were even more vigorous, as if crazy and crazy.

Yang Wenjun chuckled in his eyes: "So that's the case. I really don't know which god it is, who can cultivate such a peerless monster. He uses dragon spirit to cleanse marrow, white tigers to circulate qi, and black trunks to replenish blood. Such an existence would be strange if it wasn't a monster. If it were the baptism of the blood of the Vermilion Bird, even if it was not comparable to the ancient genius in ancient legends, I'm afraid it would be quite different."

The human heroes were filled with surprises, and anyone could see that once the young man in front of him grew up, his future achievements would be at least enough to be arrogant.

The battles in the field escalated one after another, and Zhuo Junlin flew up and down, but wherever he went, the man in black had already broken his right arm inch by shock.

However, Zhuo Junlin's swords were constantly stunning, but he had no kindness at all. The swords were faster. He cut off the man in black from his right shoulder with one knife.

However, the man in black gritted his teeth, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. He suddenly burst out and hugged Zhuo Junlin with his left arm.

"not good."

Yang Wenjun's face changed rapidly and he hurriedly shouted: "He wants to self-destruct."

Zhuo Junlin was eager to retreat, but half of the body in black hugged Zhuo Junlin tightly.

'boom'.

A shocking sound.

The blood mist of the long sky rushed up, but there was another huge pit before the battlefield, which was much larger than the giant pit that Zhuo Junlin had blasted with the Tai Chi Seal.

The human Yings' faces changed drastically, and their eyes were full of anger. If it were not for the rules, Luo Shuixian and others would probably go forward and fight to the death. Zhuo Donglai and Leng Qiuyue and others were furious and wanted to go forward and fight to the death, but they were stopped by Yang Wenjun's long sword.

All living beings couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts. These two shocking powerful men had turned into dust at this time.

The black-clothed man in the Ghost Gate was able to break through several realms in a row before, even if he could not compare with the peerless geniuses such as Fengtianhuang Yang Wenjun, once he grew up, he would only be a matter of time. Zhuo Junlin could attack the people in the black-clothed man in the cross-border. His combat power was even more shocking. Looking at the world, I am afraid that few people could match it. Once such a human teenager grew up, his future achievements would be limitless.

However, at this time, the man in black and Zhuo Junlin died together.

Ye Chen's face was gloomy: "Everyone can see that the ghost creatures and the human teenagers died together, but it is not a winner. Even so, if no one in the human race goes to fight, they can only make a draw. The subordinates who were in the lower side fought one fierce battle with the three-headed demons first and then fought the human race later. I believe anyone with a discerning eye can see that if a fair fight is made, the human race will definitely lose."

Han Tiantong couldn't help but be furious: "Fuck, with a peak cultivation level in the God Transformation Realm, he was forced to self-destruct by a human cultivator in the Shackle Realm. He was so embarrassed to speak up and say such unfair words. Even though he was betting that he was undefeated at the same level, you should ask yourself, if they have the same cultivation level, will your subordinate have a chance to self-destruct?"

Han Tong sneered: "When my ghost creatures went to fight, wasn't it the cultivation level of the Shackle Realm? Miss Yang also said that breaking through the battle formation can only be regarded as the cultivation level of the Shackle Realm. Even if we die together, will the human race go back on its word?"

Yang Wenjun's eyes were cold, and his slender jade hand was pressed on the hilt of the sword: "Can you still want the human race to admit that the ability of the ghost creatures is the strongest in the world? In the presence, you and I have the highest cultivation level. Even if the King Ye Chen is a little unwilling, it would be better for you and me to fight in the last battle, so that you can convince you."

Ye Chen's face was gloomy, but he finally didn't say anything.

The woman in front of her is as strong as any opponent whenever and where.

"If I die together, I should be considered a tie." A cold voice came from the smoke and dust: "Since I am still alive, how can I be considered a death together?"

A figure walked out of the smoke and dust.

Zhuo Junlin's figure was thin, his coarse linen was covered in shatters, and his whole body was covered in black air, just like an evil ghost crawling out of the Infinite Hell.

"I'm afraid I'll disappoint King Ye Chen." Zhuo Junlin sneered: "Zhuo's fate is great. Zhuo could survive by chance under the Vermilion Bird Heavenly Fire of the Vermilion Bird Emperor's daughter. How could he be afraid of your self-destruction? I can only say something bad, ignorance limits your horizons, just a group of frogs in the well."

Ye Chen's face turned pale, but he couldn't speak up for a moment.

In today's battle, the ghost creatures have lost all their faces in front of the human race. Even if they can regain the situation in the future, the shame of today's battle will never be washed away,,,,,,
Chapter completed!