At this time, the monks with the first level of supernatural power jumped up again, trying to save Li Chendong and Fan Yun, but were knocked away again by the unparalleled power of Taoist Zi Ling.
He stood in the sky without moving his steps from beginning to end. He was really like a god coming to the world, unstoppable.
"Don't challenge my patience anymore. Today I will only kill the Zhengxuan sect, and it has nothing to do with you. From now on, if anyone dares to stop them, they will be killed without mercy," Taoist Zi Ling said word by word.
Every word is like a heavy hammer hitting the first level monks with supernatural powers.
Everyone trembled, and their faces couldn't help but reveal extremely bitter expressions. Their strength was inferior to others, and it would be in vain no matter what. If they took the lead for the Zhengxuan sect again, their own sect would probably be wiped out.
"Zi Ling, you can kill if you want. I, Li Chendong, will never be afraid of death. My uncle Ma Huanshan will avenge me and Fan Yun." Li Chendong was in mid-air, unable to move, but he roared with all his strength.
He had been humiliated so much that he had already had a death wish in his heart, and he couldn't help but hate him to the extreme.
"The horse returns to the mountain?" Taoist Zi Ling said lightly, "Even if he is coming in person, I will still kill you. If he wants to avenge you, I will wait for him on Haoran Mountain. Junior, you two are still
Do you have any last words to say?"
He exerted a little force on his hands, and Li Chendong's face immediately showed pain. He opened his mouth and was about to suffocate.
Fan Yun said angrily: "Zi Ling, you disregard morality and kill this junior, can you only use your power to play with us?"
"Very good, just to say these words to you two juniors, I will also keep all of you disciples of the Zhengxuan Sect. I will give you a breath and let you see with your own eyes before you die, you are the elites of the Zhengxuan Sect.
How come the disciples were killed one by one by our Haoran sect?" Taoist Zi Ling said slowly, the cruelty in his tone made people shudder.
"How dare you?" Li Chendong and Fan Yun were going crazy. If Taoist Zi Ling really wiped out all the acquired disciples of the Zhengxuan Sect here, then the Zhengxuan Sect would really have no hope.
"Death" Taoist Zi Ling didn't even bother to say more, he just punched him
"Taoist Zi Ling, you old bastard, you dare to kill our Zhengxuan sect, do you believe it or not, the Haoran sect will be destroyed?" An angry roar suddenly sounded.
The whole place fell silent. Everyone looked at the speaker. Who could it be if it wasn't Xia Chen?
Zi Ling Taoist's fist was frozen in the air
Everyone felt a cold air coming up from the back of their heads. It was unimaginable that a Houtian disciple dared to call Taoist Zi Ling an old bastard? This is really audacious.
Even the extremely arrogant Xu Guanghua couldn't help but shudder. Even if she was slapped twice by Taoist Zi Ling, she didn't dare to call her that. This kid is only in the acquired realm, and he dared to call Zi Ling an old bastard? Seriously?
crazy
Even the disciples of the Haoran Sect were stunned. For a while, no one dared to speak or even take a breath.
"Young ant, are you talking to me?" Taoist Zi Ling showed a blazing light in his eyes.
A deep power bloomed from his body, as if it was an earth-shattering shock, and the wind and cloud roared, powerfully rolling towards Xia Chen
Xia Chen's chest stagnated, and the air around him instantly solidified. Even breathing became extremely difficult. His shoulders felt as if two mountains were weighing him down with unparalleled weight, and he was about to be pressed to the ground.
In his eyes, Taoist Zi Ling's figure became infinitely taller, and his eyes had a sense of compulsion that could not be looked directly at, as if a giant was looking at an ant coldly.
"That's right. I'm just talking to you, an old bastard. Why?"
What?
If the outcome is certain death, then even if you die, you will not make things easier for the other party. Even if you are defeated, you will never compromise.
He held up his majesty as if it was about to turn into reality, and tried to straighten his back, glaring at the Zi Ling Taoist in the air: "Besides bullying the beings who are lower than you, what else do you have? Do you think you are superior, like a master?
You can control other people's life and death. In my eyes, you are just a pathetic person, a pathetic person who only dares to bully the weak."
He exerted all his strength and almost roared out, so that everyone could hear clearly: "Old bastard, if you are really strong, don't bully those juniors who are lower than you. If you have the guts to go to the third level of supernatural power
, to challenge the strong, although I, Xia Chen, am only a disciple of Hou Tiantian, but since my debut, I have been challenging people who are higher than me. I have the right to look down on you, old bastard, you are just garbage."
Everyone was dumbfounded, listening to Xia Chen scolding Taoist Zi Ling with numb expressions, their minds went blank for a moment.
This world must be crazy. A Houtian disciple actually scolded a master-level expert in public. It is unimaginable. Let alone someone who doesn’t want to die, even someone who is really not afraid of death may not have the courage.
"Junior, believe it or not, I can make you suffer to death."
Taoist Zi Ling's face showed a look of rage. With his majesty and status as a master, he was directly reprimanded, even insulted and ridiculed by an ant-like existence. This is simply unimaginable.
For him, for a humble being like Xia Chen, even if he wants him to die, the other party should not complain at all. To die immediately, even if it is just showing the slightest disrespect, is a blasphemy to his majesty, let alone face to face.
rebuke
What's more, Xia Chen's words are heart-breaking. Even though he is the founder, he can't refute it.
As a figure of the Patriarch level, if he takes action to kill the younger generation, he himself will be inferior. On this point, Xia Chen is right.
His gaze became more and more intense, flashing with a heart-stopping light, and his majestic momentum rose again. There was a sudden crackling sound in the air around Xia Chen, and the invisible pressure turned into a heavy mountain.
Plop-plop-plop-plop
Except for the disciples of the Haoran sect, the other disciples could no longer bear the majestic and prison-like pressure. Even if they stood far away, they could not bear it. They all showed pain on their faces and fell to their knees on the ground.
Only the tenth level disciple the day after tomorrow could barely stand, but his face was pale and shaky.
Even the magical monks had serious expressions on their faces, and they mobilized their innate energy to resolve the terrifying power.
The skin on Xia Chen's whole body was extremely tight, and small wounds kept bursting. Tiny blood drops dripped out. In the blink of an eye, half of his clothes were stained. There was a clicking sound from his legs, as if he was about to
Generally broken
That powerful majesty was like a huge millstone, crushing all his resistance, dignity, and self-confidence bit by bit.
The flames in Xia Chen's eyes were burning crazily. No matter how painful the pain was in his body, he just gritted his teeth and held it back. The acquired ninth level peak zhenqi had bloomed to the extreme, but he still couldn't compete with this aura of divine power.
Obviously, Taoist Zi Ling did not want to kill him directly, but wanted to use the pressure that penetrated into the bone marrow to squeeze him into a pile of flesh and blood bit by bit, and finally turned into powder. It must be said that this method is extremely cruel.
"Hahaha, Zi Ling old bastard, this is all you have? You really disappoint me. Can you try harder, just go ahead..." Xia Chen suddenly laughed wildly, and a tragic feeling of blood filled the air that was almost boiling.
spread instantly
Everyone looked at him with deep shock in their eyes. Even the first-level monks with supernatural powers could not help but express deep admiration. They could still laugh under such circumstances. This young man's strong will was terrifying.
"Old bastard, what I said is indeed true. Apart from not respecting your identity and dealing with juniors, what else can you do? For a wretch like you, you are probably the worst in the same realm. You are a coward. I am dead.
I also look down on you.”
At this time, Xia Chen felt like he was about to collapse. His whole body seemed to be squeezed by an invisible big hand, and he felt like an explosion. However, instead of begging for mercy, he yelled with all his strength.
"Xia Chen" Countless people's eyes were focused on him, full of grief and anger, pain, unwillingness, despair, hatred...
Chen Qiushui was still sleeping with her eyes closed. She was motionless, but she seemed to feel Xia Chen's tragedy. A drop of crystal tears slowly flowed out from the corner of her eyes, so bright and sad.
Xu Yunxuan turned her head, silent tears rolled down her face, and she was heartbroken for a moment. Some people are like this. Even if they only meet for less than a day, they can leave an indelible impression on you.
Xie Tianfeng, Yang Qianhui and other four sect disciples also turned their heads, gritting their teeth, looking sad and angry. They couldn't bear to see Xia Chen die tragically, but they couldn't save them. This feeling of helplessness was like a poisonous snake biting their flesh.
Heart
Chu Zhaoxue and Ye Xinyan had complicated expressions and lowered their heads. They had all been defeated and humiliated by Xia Chen. Logically speaking, seeing Xia Chen's current miserable state, they should feel very happy, but seeing this scene, they felt unreasonable.
Comes cold
Lin Mengru was like crazy and wanted to rush out desperately, but several female disciples of the Luo Yu Sect held her down and covered her mouth to prevent her from making any sound.
If you rush forward, you will die.
Crazy hatred is transmitted silently, and there is an incomprehensible sadness
Li Chendong and Fan Yun were under less pressure, but they were still unable to move. Seeing that Xia Chen was about to die in the unparalleled power, their hearts were cut by knives and in great pain, but they had to scream desperately to make their blood boil, and they rushed forward to fight for their lives.
The Zhengxuan sect disciples retreated
The two of them understood that Xia Chen was sacrificing himself in exchange for their hope of survival. The whole reason lay with Xia Chen. If Taoist Zi Ling killed him, he might not take action against Zhengxuan again.
Of course, this is just maybe
Only the disciples of the Haoran sect looked at this scene with vicious smiles. Seeing that Xia Chen was about to die, they felt extremely happy in their hearts.
Gradually, Xia Chen's body gradually rose up, as if being held by an invisible big hand, and rose into the air level with Taoist Zi Ling.
His whole body has long been covered with blood, and he has become a bloody man. Even the wind-controlling underwear cannot withstand this unparalleled power. There are even the slightest cracks, and it seems that it is about to collapse.
There is only one pair of eyes, a pair of eyes stained red by blood, but very bright, still looking at Taoist Zi Ling without fear (to be continued)