Supreme Immortal Demon

No one is a fool. Even if Fairy Yuxing didn't understand Zhuang Zhou's intentions at first, later on, even Xue Wang saw through the senior brother's intentions. How could she still not notice it.

It's not that she doesn't know, she just doesn't want to tell the truth and break the young man's heart.

As a disciple of Liu Yue, the acting head of the Tianxing Holy Sect, and a contemporary saint recognized by everyone in the Holy Sect, Fairy Yuxing has a wide range of friends, and all she knows are the outstanding and top geniuses in the world, such as those on the earthly and heavenly lists. In the future, if she wants to find a Taoist companion, she will only choose from these lifetime geniuses. This is not only her personal wish, but also the unspoken price behind her status and fame.

As for Zhuang Zhou, although he has a master who is ranked third on the Heavenly Ranking, he himself is still too weak after all. He has not even reached the realm of Taoist power, and he is too young to be a Jade Star Fairy in terms of seniority. If she maintains a good relationship with Luo Chuan's lineage in the future, Fairy Yuxing won't mind choosing a good wife for Zhuang Zhou in the Tianxing Holy Sect... In short, if she has any relationship with Luo Chuan's apprentice, she will definitely become a laughing stock. , even she herself found it ridiculous.

However, for some reason, the longer she stayed in contact with Zhuang Zhou, the more she could sense an unusual trait in this young man who was easily shy in front of her.

Perhaps it has been too long since he has been exposed to such a pure young man. He has no desire to fight for power, nor has he shown any jealousy or arrogance. Regarding the situation he is in - having such a talented and domineering master, and two amazing It is really commendable that this junior brother who is as talented as a monster can maintain such a mentality.

Fairy Yuxing didn't know how long Zhuang Zhou could stay in such a state of mind. But at least the current Zhuang Zhou allowed her to see a simple but warm tone in the cold, snobbish, and ruthless world of cultivation. When this simple young man who had always only practiced cultivation showed his love for her. It was incredible that Fairy Yuxing didn't feel disgusted. Instead, she felt comfortable and relaxed, as light as the spring breeze and as gentle as the waves of the stream.

But after all, he was just Luo Chuan's disciple... For a moment, many chaotic thoughts flashed through Fairy Yuxing's mind.

She knew that caring would lead to chaos. Seeing the spears and swords flying from both sides, about to penetrate Zhuang Zhou's chest and abdomen, Fairy Yuxing's face finally changed, her brows furrowed, tension and anxiety filled her mind. Ever since she came to the Chaotic Abyss, the first thing in her heart was He complained about Luo Chuan for the first time!

Luo Chuan! Why haven't you come back yet?

Yuxing's face turned pale, and she turned her head subconsciously, looking towards Li'er and Xue Wang like everyone else.

At this moment. Perhaps only Luo Chuan, the two secretive disciples, can help their senior brother...

Fairy Yuxing's eyes turned to Li'er and Xue Wang, but before they could completely move away, at this moment, a roaring silver dragon appeared in half of her field of vision!

Buzz!

Although they were separated by a world of Dao Palace, the roaring sound that seemed to be able to cut people's eardrums could still be heard through the water mirror.

What kind of silver dragon is that? It's clearly a snow-white arm sleeve wrapped in a silver front!

Fairy Yuxing’s heart jumped inexplicably. Her cheeks turned pink for some reason when she looked away and looked back. That shot has already flown out!

The young man remained motionless, standing like a majestic peak. At this moment, Zhuang Zhou, who had only been practicing for more than ten years, actually showed a trace of Yuan Ting Yue Zhi's solemn demeanor. In sharp contrast to his motionless body, he rises against the sky and undergoes a hundred and eight changes. Like a silver spear penetrating the sky!

When Fairy Yuxing saw this spear, she was also amazed. No matter the power in the spear or the marksmanship skills, they all merged together and emerged from one point at the moment Zhuang Zhou took out the spear. It runs through a thread and will explode at one point! With such a shot, there is no dispersion of power. Although there are many changes, there are no redundant movements. The power of the first level of Guixu is fully expressed in one blow... The power possessed by Zhuang Zhou's first level of Guixu is obviously greater than ordinary ones. Even compared to Lin Feiye's sword at the peak of Guixu's second level, the power contained in it is almost the same.

However, what really makes Fairy Yuxing's heart beat is the domineering power contained in Zhuang Zhou's shot!

Yes, it is Hegemony. A young monk of the first level of Guixu, his artistic conception actually contains such strong Hegemony. What an incredible thing. This is in stark contrast to Zhuang Zhou's usual low-key, humble and even shy attitude. Compared.

boom!

In Lin Feiye's surprised eyes, his flying sword was knocked away by the silver gun. However, the power of the silver gun did not decrease by half because of this. The speed became faster and faster, and the force of the attack became more fierce, like a silver dragon hitting the sky. In the blink of an eye, Time has arrived before him.

"No……"

Before Lin Feiye could open his mouth to call, his mouth and entire face were pierced by silver light. The next moment, his head was torn apart, his body fell to the ring, and he could no longer move.

After killing Lin Feiye with one shot, Zhuang Zhou's crisis was not resolved.

Behind him, Wang Zhong had a cold face, calmed down, and swept through the prairie fire with one shot, stabbing directly into Zhuang Zhou's vest.

At this time, Zhuang Zhou was still facing Wang Zhonghe's fiery gun.

The tip of the flame gun was no more than a fist away from his vest.

Zhuang Zhou's shot that killed Lin Feiye was amazing, but if he was stabbed by the fire spear, it would only be a short-lived surprise.

Whoosh!

It was not the sound of the gun breaking the wind, but the sound of Zhuang Zhou moving.

He didn't turn around, just moved sideways, and at this moment, the fire spear pierced Zhuang Zhou's back.

Snapped!

The eyes of the disciples under the ring were dazzled. At this moment, they saw clearly that Wang Zhong's Fiery Spear did not pierce Zhuang Zhou, but was arbitrarily clamped under his left rib by Zhuang Zhou! The gun whistled and the fire burned. Zhuang Zhou's Taoist robe was burned, but his skin was only slightly charred and nothing serious!

There was an uproar, and Shi Xuanqing was shocked when he looked at Zhuang Zhou's tyrannical body.

At this moment, Zhuang Zhou twisted his waist, changed steps, turned around, and raised his arms. The silver spear was swung high like a whip, like a white dragon that was overturning the river. It opened its bloody mouth from the sky and "looked down" towards The expressionless Wang Zhong.

Wow! The gun is heavy with silver, and the white light is like a chain!

Zhuang Zhou twitched his silver spear from top to bottom and struck Wang Zhong hard!

A loud bang!

A shocking white light appeared on Wang Zhong's body from the back of his head to his waist, but it was the magic power of the gun that had not yet dissipated.

thump!

Wang Zhong fell onto the ring. The moment he fell to the ground, his body split neatly, like sliced ​​tofu.

There was silence.

In the world of Tao Palace, apart from the sound of the wind in the Gobi desert, there were only the whispers of two young men in the distance.

In the Taoist courtyard, Shi Xuanqing and other hundreds of Polang City disciples looked at Zhuang Zhou dumbfounded, their eyes frightened, as if they were seeing ghosts and gods.

Even if Zhuang Zhou breaks through the Guixu realm, he has only entered the first level of Guixu for the first time. Lin Feiye and Wang Zhong are both at the peak of the second level of Guixu. Even if the two of them join forces to kill Zhuang Zhou, they will not be able to kill him for a while. It should be a situation where we have the upper hand! But now, both of them were killed by Zhuang Zhou, one by one, easily killed in an instant... Such Zhuang Zhou, so terrifying, is this the gap between the sect and the inheritance?

Many disciples saw a vague figure in their minds, also dressed in white robes, standing on the Wendao River with hands behind their backs, teaching the disciples on the bamboo poles opposite.

They are all the same young and at the same level of cultivation. If it weren't for their different masters, how could there be such a big gap?

The two groups on the desert in the distance were also stunned on the spot, obviously frightened by Zhuang Zhou's two shots.

However, soon, the Guixu disciples of Pohai Chapter and Huntian Sect came to their senses one after another, with anger on their faces, loud curses and scoldings, and turned around to fly towards the Taoist Temple with fierce momentum and murderous intent!

On the Taoist arena, Zhuang Zhou lowered his head and stared at the blood-stained Yin Feng quietly. From Shi Xuanqing's perspective, he could see Zhuang Zhou's chest rising and falling slightly, and the arm holding the gun was also trembling slightly.

Is he afraid... In this case, fear is normal. Facing twenty-nine masters from the first to the third level of Guixu, if he is not afraid, wouldn't he be a pervert?

While Shi Xuanqing was thinking about it, he also secretly breathed a sigh of relief. This Zhuang Zhou has returned from strength to strength, at least he is still in the normal category, and is not yet one of those legendary perverts.

The next moment, Shi Xuanqing's face froze. In his field of vision, the young man in white robe on the stage slowly raised his head, and a smile gradually appeared on his face. His smile was pure, and it looked so bright against the blood on the soles of his feet.

His arms were still shaking a little, but why didn't Shi Xuanqing understand at this moment that Zhuang Zhou's hand trembled not from nervousness and fear, but from... excitement? abnormal!

Looking at the Guixu masters flying from the sky and the earth, Zhuang Zhou's heart beat faster and he felt a boiling blood pouring out from the bottom of his heart, running along the blood vessels and running to every corner of his body.

The legendary stories from the master's youth flashed through Zhuang Zhou's mind, piercing through the Hongshan swamp, the Great Xia Dao Zunyuan, the White Bone Celestial Prison Palace, the ancient beast path, and even Dazhou Kyoto was penetrated by the master. But... the former number one in Tiannan is now the number one among the younger generation in Tianchen Continent, and will surely become the number one in Jiutian in the future. With such a master, how can a disciple be ashamed?

"Let's start by breaking through this Broken Dao Palace..."

Zhuang Zhou whispered to himself, raised his silver gun, swayed, and flashed out!

Although his movement is fast, it contains a mysterious and mysterious artistic conception, just like a person walking on the "sea", swaying with the waves. Perhaps his mood is ethereal. Zhuang Zhou's understanding of the method of technique actually improved at this moment. One minute, gradually, the entire "sea" was controlled by his feet... When there were still fifteen steps left from the nearest three second-level monks of Guixu from the Sea Breaking Group, the air around Zhuang Zhou rolled and wavered like a giant wave. As it unfolded, the air wave surged and dispersed into strands, like a wave of flowing water, wrapping around the three Guixu second-level masters.

The three Guixu second-level monks had never seen such a move before. They were caught in the turbulent air, their movements were unstable, and they staggered.

How could they have thought that their lives would be lost in this flash? In the turbulent air, three silver fronts "cut through the waves" and came out.

puff! puff! puff!

Zhuang Zhou stabbed three times in a row. His gun speed was too fast and overbearing. It formed a fan shape, just like the legendary trident of the patrolling Yaksha, leaving three cup-sized sticks in the throats of the three Guixu second-level monks. Blood hole!

Three shots later, three more Guixu masters fell into the Gobi Desert. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!