Supreme Immortal Demon

The purple light burst out from the tip of the halberd, but it was divided into two streams, like two blue dragons swallowing lightning, one on the left and one on the right, slicing towards Zhou Buchen!

Any disciple who left the island of Wanxiang Lei Island has the potential qualifications that are not inferior to the top five of the Middle-earth Qingxian List.

As the seventh young master of Wanxiang Lei Island, the strength and qualifications of the Thunder Halberd are even higher than those of the other five accompanying disciples.

As soon as the magic halberd appeared, almost everyone present felt their pores shrink and their scalps tingle, as if an ancient beast that had been sleeping for a long time had just crawled out of the ground, baring its teeth and roaring, shaking people's hearts.

Boom!

The speed of the magic halberd was so fast and the power was so fierce that it actually shattered two streams of strange thunder on the shallow shore of the void halfway.

When the magic halberd appeared at Zhou Buchen's waist, Zhou Buchen had not yet recovered.

Lei Ji's chubby face showed a sarcastic smile, just waiting to see the bald monk torn into pieces under his hands.

A loud bang!

The magic long halberd threw out two green dragons, which hit Zhou Buchen's waist fiercely.

Lu Daoran's eyes shrank, and the monk of the empty temple frowned, both of them looked anxious, secretly thinking that it was bad. The move of the young master of Wanxiang Lei Island was too cruel and tricky, with great force and strong magic power, and blocked all possible escape routes of Zhou Buchen.

Lu Daoran, who was as strong as his body, couldn't help but stand on end when he saw Lei Ji's move. With his physical cultivation, facing the two dragon halberds, he was afraid that he would not be able to escape the fate of breaking his waist and bones.

As expected, Zhou Buchen was thrown out without any suspense, shattering pieces of void. He crashed heavily into the bone abyss in the distance and was silent.

Zhou Buchen died!

The disciples of Wanxiang Lei Island, Lu Daoran and the monk of the empty temple had the same idea in their minds.

The disciples of Wanxiang Leidao were naturally delighted, while Lu Daoran and the monk of Kongsi were gloomy in their hearts. They subconsciously looked at Luo Chuan, but they were all stunned.

They saw that Luo Chuan was indifferent, neither sad nor angry.

Just as Lu Daoran and the monk of Kongsi were puzzled, the situation of the battle suddenly changed with the death of Zhou Buchen.

Lei Ji attacked without warning and resolved Xuan Lingdu's crisis.

Xuan Lingdu had been chased and beaten by Zhou Buchen and Ning Tianxing before, and was as miserable as a dog. Now the situation has reversed. How could he give up easily?

"Die!"

Xuan Lingdu's eyes were red, and he stared at Ning Tianxing not far away with heavy breathing. He released all his life energy to increase his magic power without any care, and the protective magic shield burned higher and higher under the urging of anger.

"Die!"

Xuan Lingdu's magic power finally reached its peak. His face was full of madness. His body shook. He rushed out with the momentum of an ancient evil dragon, and half of the bone abyss seemed to shake with his explosion.

Ning Tianxing had a blank expression on his face, cold eyes and cold eyebrows. He held the long sword that looked like a shadow in his hand and looked at Xuan Lingdu calmly.

Luo Chuan was still indifferent, and had no intention of helping him.

Shaojun Lei Ji also stopped his attack, stopped and stood not far away, with a cruel light flashing in his eyes.

Xuan Lingdu used the method of one force defeating ten skills, which was the first kingly method in the world. Xuan Lingdu was better than his opponent in terms of magic power and Taoism, so it was appropriate to use it at this time.

Facing the fierce and murderous monks from Wanxiang Lei Island, Ning Tianxing had a calm face, raised the Yinhuang Divine Sword, and pointed it directly at the opponent's chest. He seemed to have given up defense and gambled on attack instead of defense.

Just when Xuan Lingdu was ten steps away from Ning Tianxing, a strange feeling rose from Lei Ji's heart. He was about to think carefully about where this slight abnormality came from, and a low cough came from not far away.

That low cough was like a sound from the sky, which sounded without warning, echoing in Lei Ji's heart and shaking his thoughts.

Lei Ji was startled, turned his head, and saw Luo Chuan.

He was distracted, but he missed the black shadow that quietly emerged from behind Xuan Lingdu.

When Shaojun Lei Ji came to his senses, the black shadow had already stuck to Xuan Lingdu.

"Be careful!" Lei Ji shouted in panic.

His voice was quickly drowned out by a sneer.

When Xuan Lingdu was seven steps away from Ning Tianxing, the bald monk with a good body appeared behind him, puckered his eyebrows, sneered, and was arrogant and unruly.

Opposite him, Ning Tianxing's gloomy face showed a long-lost smile.

Not far away, Luo Chuan raised the corners of his mouth and laughed.

Bang!

The palms that were tempered into fairy jade muscles and ethereal Taoist bones stretched out and pressed on Xuan Lingdu's temples.

At the same time, Ning Tianxing on the opposite side also pushed out the Yinhuang Divine Sword steadily.

Puff!

Blood spurted up!

Xuan Lingdu's head was pulled up by Zhou Buchen's neck, and his chest was split open by Ning Tianxing's sword, piercing his heart and crushing his true infant.

The bodies of the overseas disciples who came from afar were separated and fell into the abyss of bones, and a clear and distant echo sounded. This was also Xuan Lingdu's last swan song.

Silence, quiet, and silence.

Lu Daoran and the monk of the empty temple looked at Zhou Ning and the others, and then looked at Luo Chuan with mixed feelings.

The remaining overseas disciples collectively lost their minds and could not come back to their senses for a long time.

After a while, Dong Jiu and the other four disciples raised their heads in unison, staring silently at Shaojun Lei Ji, with a hint of doubt in their eyes.

As disciples of the overseas Qingyu and Wanxiang Lei Island, they could accept defeat and dare to face life and death, but they could not tolerate being defeated and killed by the notorious Middle-earth cultivators, and being killed in such an extremely aggrieved way.

The divine wisdom was annihilated, the spirit was gone, and there was no chance of reincarnation.

Under the suspicious gazes of his fellow disciples, Lei Ji laughed. His laughter was extremely sharp, like the baby-faced night owl in the ancient jungle at the end of the East China Sea.

"Chinese-Earth monks...is this the threat you are giving...Okay, okay, okay...don't leave any one behind! Kill them all!"

Shaojun's thunder halberd roared angrily, buzzing, and his life energy burned crazily, gathering into a protective shield and stimulating his magic power to its peak.

"kill!"

"killed!"

The disciples of Vientiane Thunder Island had red eyes and murderous intent, and they released their vitality magic shields one after another.

It's time. There was another person in front of Shaojun Lei Ji.

The man appeared without any warning, his Taoism was as profound as Shaojun's thunder halberd, and there was no slight fluctuation in the inner lake, no reaction at all.

Looking at Luo Chuan who suddenly stood in front of him, Lei Ji's heart skipped a beat for no reason.

"You don't want to fight now? The overseas young master must have some skills. Why don't we play with both hands?"

As Luo Chuan spoke, he stretched out his hand.

His shot didn't seem to be very fast, and everyone could catch the changes in the route. It was like an undisguised picture, clearly presented in front of everyone's eyes.

He finally took action!

Lu Daoran and Kongsi monk's eyes shone. Watched carefully with all your concentration.

Ning Tianxing was thoughtful. Zhou Buchen smiled lightly.

The overseas disciples looked at Luo Chuan's strange palm and felt indescribable discomfort in their hearts.

This palm was obviously very slow, so slow that everyone could clearly see the whole process, but it also felt like the shadow left by Feihong in the world. After one palm. There is no trace left.

It's like there's only the beginning. A slap that never ends!

Lei Ji's eyes changed from startled to serious, and then became dignified, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Facing this unprecedented blow. Thunder Halberd was more solemn than ever before. He quickly pressed the seals in his hands, muttered words, and opened his mouth to shout.

Cross-shaped streams of mana burst out from his palms. Each cross stream of mana rotated, cutting the void and exerting mana pressure. Thousands of cross mana streams gathered together, like millions of stars in the endless night sky, full of mutually exclusive and mysterious power, turning into a bottomless black whirlpool, overwhelmingly pressing towards Luo Chuan.

Facing the extremely high-level overseas sect, Luo Chuan did not change his palm, still patting away calmly and unhurriedly.

Whoosh!

Luo Chuan's mana palm disappeared into the black starlight vortex, as if it had been absorbed and melted by thousands of cross streams of light.

Lei Ji secretly breathed a sigh of relief and stared at Luo Chuan, who was about to be submerged in the black whirlpool. The corners of his mouth raised, showing a winner's smile.

However, in just one breath, Luo Chuan's mana palm appeared again, appearing on the back of the black vortex.

Lei Ji's pupils shrank sharply, and his mind went blank as he looked at the strange scene in front of him.

His proud fourth-level skill, the Ten Thousand Stars Universe Technique, was actually penetrated by the palm of the Middle-Earth cultivator opposite him!

The person is obviously still in front of the black whirlpool, but his palm has traveled behind the whirlpool.

Before Lei Ji could figure it out, Luo Chuan's palm came towards him and slapped Lei Ji hard on the face.

Bang!

There was a purple handprint on the left side of Thunder Halberd's face, and the fat flesh on half of his face was shrunk, and his body was thrown away in a horizontal movement.

Landed with a splash!

Thunder Halberd stood up unsteadily, and saw an afterimage flashing before his eyes, Luo Chuan had arrived.

Thunder Halberd looked crazy, roared, and rushed towards Luo Chuan with the protective shield.

In an instant, the two of them were entangled together, using magic to protect their bodies, and their bodies fighting against each other, fighting head-on!

call!

Above the bone abyss, a void hurricane blew up, like a black dragon sucking water, extending upward from the bone abyss to the sky clouds, reaching an endless height.

The two figures could not be seen in the void hurricane, and the fierce fighting between the two could only be judged from the crashing sound like thunder.

"As expected of a genius among overseas monks, he can actually compete with Luo Chuan." Lu Daoran sighed.

"Most of the monks in overseas places are from a single lineage, with few disciples. There are only the Four Symbols Immortal Realm and the two Holy Families, which exist in the form of sects and families. Being able to be the Young Lord of Wanxiang Thunder Island, even if the ranking is not reliable Before that, his talent was enough to make him proud of the world," Zhou Buchen said calmly. After he and Luo Chuan parted ways in Tianqi Capital that year, Zhou Buchen went overseas to practice.

"A young prince ranked seventh has such ability. What kind of existence are the young princes of the four realms and the second holy master?" Monk Youyou of the Kongsi Temple said.

In the sky above the Bone Abyss, Zhou Buchen, Ning Tianxing, Lu Daoran, and Kongsi Monk, four Middle-earth monks who had experienced many hardships and obstacles and obtained a rare opportunity, stared at the void hurricane not far away, each with their own thoughts.

Bang!

Just five years old, there was a heavy blow from the twisted void hurricane, and a chubby figure flew out with a disgraced face and fell heavily to the ground. The protective shield was broken and the sternum was broken.

"Luo Shishi..." Lei Ji vomited blood, propped up his body in disgrace, and stretched out his arms tremblingly.

"You still dare to call me Luo Shi?"

A figure flashed past, and Luo Chuan appeared in front of Lei Ji, staring unkindly at the fat man at his feet. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!