NOVEL NEXT Chapter 71: The Battle Comes to an End
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Shen Mo came to the outside of the Jue Tian Jedi magic circle following the wind marks, and suddenly saw this scene, a shocking sense of threat welled up in his heart, at first it was one line, then two lines... and finally the whole world was occupied by purple.
Is this supernatural power Ziqi coming from the east? How could it have such terrifying power?
Mo Mo's heart was shocked, and in this sword light, he felt no less threat than Cheng Du. His connection with the dragon-scaled horse was broken by the purple sword energy all over the sky, Mo Mo stepped on thunder, and immediately retreated dozens of times inside.
Xi Law Law!
The dragon-scaled horse was already seriously injured, and it was only after being united with Shen Mo that it suppressed the injury with Shen Mo's strength.
Now separated, and facing the ubiquitous powerful sword energy, it felt like it was about to burst, screaming heart-piercingly.
Shen Mo, who had already exited the scope of the sword qi, frowned when he saw the four legs of the dragon-scaled horse burst, and stepped into the purple world again, resisting the countless purple sword qi that could sever the sky.
He walked in front of the dragon-scaled horse and blocked it behind him.
The already desperate dragon-scaled horse was startled slightly, looking at the tiny figure, it felt a powerful force rushing into its body, but it didn't hurt it, but suppressed the purple sword energy that invaded its body.
But because Shen Mo was distracted from helping it, the sword energy in his body found a breakthrough, and dozens of blood flowers exploded all over his body.
Mo Mo shouted, grabbed the dragon-scaled horse and quickly backed away, and finally escaped.
Longlinma looked at the blood man with cold eyes, and suddenly opened his mouth ferociously and bit Shen Mo's head.
I promised you that if you become my mount, I will not let anyone hurt you before I die.
What I promised you, I did.
Silence did not turn back, but the cold voice resounded in the dragon-scaled horse's head, popping up several earth-level healing pills of life and death human flesh and white bones and feeding them into its mouth.
The body of the dragon-scaled horse was stiff, and it retreated slowly. The shattered limbs were growing slowly, and an indifferent voice sounded in Shen Mo's mind.
See you next time, I will kill you!
See you next time, you won't kill me.
Smiling silently and transmitting the sound, the laughter contained strong confidence, because the reminder of the can be stolen of the dragon-scale horse by the Myriad Dao Stealing System has disappeared.
It's not unstealable, but it disappears completely!
He knew that this mount was ready!
The dragon-scaled horse snorted coldly, jumped into the forest, and disappeared.
Looking at the purple ocean made up of sword qi in silence, my heart is still full of shock, stronger than he is in such a mess, and other warriors are even more vulnerable. If they see the sword qi at the same time, their bodies will be blown to pieces up.
Only warriors who were two hundred miles away could escape this catastrophe. In addition, the Juetian Jedi magic circle covered an area of three hundred miles, and Lin Ran's sword spread a full five hundred miles away!
In a radius of five hundred miles, except for the disciples of the Ziyun Sect behind Lin Ran, everyone died!
Such a horrific turn of events stunned the old man of the Qian family and the others who were killing wildly, as well as the warriors of the Wan Mo sect. They stared blankly at the gradually disappearing purple light. They were covered in cold sweat and their faces were extremely white. The big knife forgot to dodge.
Of course, the owner who cut his neck with a big knife also forgot to go another inch.
Outside the Zidang Mountain Range, Yang Xun and Fang Qingshan were also a little stunned. They recognized the supernatural power, but... Could it be that there is a Supreme Elder hidden among the disciples of the Ziyun Sect?
Yuqi was born in Tianyu Pavilion, and once learned a kind of supreme pupil technique, he saw through the scene in the purple air, but he was so frightened that he retreated three hundred feet, his eyes were dull, his soul was lost, and he couldn't help murmuring.
Damn it, damn it, it's a hell... why are there so many ghosts in Lingnan County?
Between the Purple Cloud Sect and the Zidang Mountain Range, two extremely powerful beings fought from the ground to the sky, and then from the sky to the ground. The space they passed along the way exploded, and they collided with hundreds of moves in an instant.
At this time, the elders of Ziyun Sect and Wanmo Sect's Duotian Realm just arrived, and they were about to fight at the moment when the tip of the needle was facing the wheat light.
At this moment, a ray of purple light came from the direction of the Zidang Mountains, and all Duotian Realms were stunned. Two figures suddenly descended from the sky, separated at the touch of a touch, and Xun Zhimo and Zi Zhen appeared.
Zizhen drank all the wine in the gourd in one gulp, and laughed loudly. The old drunkard in the eyes of the Ziyunzong disciples was full of vigor at the moment.
Even if my Purple Cloud Sect dies in the duel between realms and realms, as long as I win in the tenth heaven of the Xuanyuan realm, that's enough!
One Lin Ran in my sect can crush your sect for tens of thousands of years!
Xun Zhimo's face was extremely gloomy, his fingers moved slightly, and the gloomy devilish energy pierced through the space and shot directly at the ten Ziyunzong elders.
Zizhen laughed, pulled out the gourd plug, and suddenly a huge gust of wind was generated from the vermilion jug, swallowing all the magic energy.
Xun Zhimo snorted coldly, leading the elders of the Wanmo Sect, disappeared in a flash.
Let's go and have a look too, don't let these Wanmo sect thieves hurt the future suzerain of my sect. Zi Zhen smiled lightly, swaying, and appeared thousands of miles away.
All the elders of Ziyun Sect looked at each other. Zi Zhen's words were a bit chewy. You must know that Lin Ran was not the only big brother of Ziyun Sect.
Lu Shandao became the suzerain of the Purple Cloud Sect two thousand years ago. After him, almost every ten years, a major disciple of the true biography breaks through the Heaven Seizing Realm. As many as thirteen people.
Time has washed away Tianjiao, and those thirteen people can be said to be the most powerful thirteen people in Ziyun Sect Duotian territory!
And he is still a disciple!
They have coveted the position of the next suzerain for a long time!
But at this moment, Zizhen directly designated Lin Ran as the next suzerain?
Although Lin Ran does have this potential, but after all, he is still a little young, Zi Zhen said this, I don't know whether to praise him or kill him...
Lin Ran, I will kill you!
When the purple light gradually dissipated, suddenly a black shadow broke through the purple world, and the demon sect fled quickly, coughing up a mouthful of blood every time he stepped out, and the extremely angry roar blasted dozens of people in the Xuanyuan realm or the Qi transformation realm all the way. Warrior body.
Under Lin Ran's sword light that stretched for five hundred miles, the demon sect that was mainly targeted was not dead yet, and it had to be said that it was really powerful.
It has to be said that the master of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect who can train such characters... What a peerless peerless one!
Lin Ran? Even if you are an opponent, I have to praise you. You are very good. It is really a shame to join the Purple Cloud Sect!
Xun Zhimo landed on the top of the highest peak of the Zidang Mountains, looked at Lin Ran coldly, and said indifferently.
Zizhen appeared next to Lin Ran, and the majestic true energy poured into Lin Ran's body to heal him.
Xun Zhimo flicked his sleeves. A strong person in the Law Realm has the pride of the Law Realm, so he wouldn't attack a junior in the Xuanyuan Realm.
Looking at Shen Mo again, he smiled and said, Shen Mo, I remember you... Would you like to worship under my seat?