Thunder Martial

After Zi Chen appeared, he looked forward, and at the same time, there was a cold aura following Zi Chen's appearance.

The monk who sensed this aura changed his eyes, it was Zhang Haotian's aura, he did not follow him in, and went to find Zichen.

"Are you Zi Chen?"

Lang Qing looked at the person in front of him, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The other monster races also looked at Zichen. Although they were new to this world, they had heard the name Zichen before.

The situation of the invasion of gods and demons can be reversed, almost relying on the power of the Tianwu world to reverse it, and Zichen is the master of the Tianwu world.

Of course, in the eyes of the Yaozu, gods and demons are nothing, otherwise why there is no movement until now.

Similarly, in their eyes, Zichen is just an enemy that needs attention.

Zi Chen looked at these monster clans, the number of opponents was four times that of this side, the reason why they were difficult to deal with was not only their strong combat power, but also the most important thing was that they were difficult to kill.

Its tenacious vitality is not possessed by the three races.

If not, everyone can fight even if they are at a numerical disadvantage.

"Do you have a solution?" The monk asked through sound transmission.

Su Mengyao brought everyone here, apparently waiting for Zi Chen's arrival.

"It seems that you are really troublesome."

Zichen looked at these demon clans, and thought of the words of the holy venerable, the real trouble is coming.

"Stop talking nonsense, kill one more of you today, we don't think too much!"

There was a flash of murderous intent in Langqing's eyes, and he turned around and said, "Everyone, our chance has come. If we kill them, the luck of the Spirit Race will almost be ruined. Today we will use their heads to welcome the arrival of our clan! "

Zi Chen frowned slightly, this guy really talks a lot of nonsense.

Then he should speak less.

With the Liuduan knife in his hand, the terrifying aura vibrated and dissipated.

There was a hint of joy in Lang Qing's eyes.

That's right, that's the way it is. In his mind, the scene of a continuous war has emerged. Perhaps during the war, the world will collapse and the monster race will descend from the sky.

Zi Chen drew his sword.

The arc of the knife moved forward, and landed on the bodies of the people in front at a speed far exceeding everyone's expectations.

Lang Qing didn't have time to dodge, his body encountered the arc of the knife, and was split in two.

In an instant, a giant wolf appeared, but it was a giant wolf divided into two.

Its huge body did not heal, nor did it escape, but was suspended in the void, and the demon blood fell from the void like a river.

In a blink of an eye, the four monsters in front were killed, including Lang Qing.

Maybe Lang Qing's good wish will come true in the future, but he obviously can't see it.

"This... this is impossible!"

The faces of the other monster races in the rear all changed drastically. It's not like they haven't seen demon-level weapons before, and they can't kill them at all, at most they will be seriously injured.

Why is this so?

The Spirit Race people behind were also stunned, and then there were cheers.

Swish!

With a flash of Zi Chen's figure, he quickly approached the Yaozu and began to unleash his sword.

The monster races reacted and manifested the most powerful bodies one after another, but they couldn't resist Zichen's Liuduan Dao at all.

As one knife after another fell, the bodies of these invading monster races were separated one after another, and then they died.

This scene almost overturned everyone's three views.

But for those in the know, it wasn't too much of a surprise.

This is a broken knife!

The weapons used by No. 1 Personality Mountain back then,

Under this knife, I don't know how many monster races died, maybe even the existence of demons.

Some monster saints in the area are naturally nothing before the broken knife.

In addition, the person holding the knife is Zi Chen. From the current point of view, he is recognized as the number one person in the same realm.

The first person in the same territory holds the weapon of the first person, but it is not considered buried.

Therefore, the original encirclement and suppression battle turned into a massacre battle in front of Zi Chen, and the powerful methods used by those monster clans had no effect at all in front of Zi Chen.

All attacks are cut off with one blow.

If it can't be cut with one knife, then use two swords.

After nearly ten monster clans were killed in succession, the other monster clans finally realized how terrible Zi Chen was and started to run away.

This is an unbeatable fight.

It's just that the monk and others have already blocked their way, and one after another took out demon-level weapons to attack these monster races.

For a moment, the demon blood poured down in the void like pouring rain.

The blood is also extremely extraordinary, surging with bright light, it is definitely a good thing.

It's just that the battle is breaking out at this moment, and no one dares to go to the bottom of the void to pick up cheap at this moment.

So everyone can only watch.

When the battle was over, only five monsters took the opportunity to escape, while the others stayed forever and turned into corpses.

And those corpses also fell below.

"nice one!"

The monk immediately went to the void, trying to retrieve those corpses. After all, they were the corpses of the Holy One, and they were extremely valuable.

But the monk who fell, not to mention not a single corpse, not even a drop of blood.

Apparently, this was preempted by others.

"Which guy is it?"

The monk's soul scattered and felt nothing.

He came just after the battle ended, but he didn't see anything. Could it be that someone was lurking here early in the morning?

The figure of the monk soared into the sky, and he, who had nothing to gain, looked at Zi Chen and said in frustration: "Someone seems to have snatched the spoils of war."

Zi Chen glanced at the monk.

"real!"

The monk thought there was something wrong with Zichen's eyes, so he explained again.

Zi Chen looked at the crowd and said: "This time the monster clan has lost a lot, and it should be quiet for a while, but you should not be careless, once the monster clan army appears, you will be the first to deal with it, so you must be careful next. "

After the battle is over, Zi Chen is going back.

The others will not go back with Zi Chen because they have only been out for a short time. Everyone wants to gain as much as possible.

At this moment, Zi Chen sensed the fluctuation of Zhen Ling's soul power, and looked back at the other party.

A ray of light appeared from the town spirit, and came straight to Zichen. After approaching, the light turned into a magic robe, and the thunder was shining.

The good thing Zhenling gave last time was a sword of thunder, which was given to Wang Xianer.

What the Yaozu came to ask for was also a sword.

Unexpectedly, this time, the other party actually gave out a magic robe.

Zhenling has a magic robe, which is probably something that even the Yaozu have never thought of.

The monk's eyes lit up, and he asked subconsciously, "Can your dharma robe become a cassock?"

Zi Chen didn't respond, put away his robe and left.

If you want to tell the monk Neng, I am afraid that Zichen will not have a peaceful day in the future.

He didn't get an answer from Zi Chen, and the monk set his eyes on Zhen Ling again, not knowing what he was thinking.

At the end of the battle, the Yaozu fled, and everyone dispersed, looking for their own opportunities.

The monk didn't leave, but stayed here, trying to get a robe from Zhenling.

When Zi Chen returned to the Tianwu world, the Demon King came to Zi Chen and said flatteringly, "My lord, I have collected them all."

It took out a lot of demon blood, as well as the trophies of other demon races.

It turned out that the corpses that the monk had never found were quietly taken away by the other party.

"Don't give it to me, you come to condense."

Zi Chen looked at the Demon King and said with a smile, "I believe in you."

"My lord said that, why does the little one have an ominous feeling?"

Zi Chen smiled slightly and said: "Don't think too much, you help me refine the blood essence of the monster race, so that I will not reveal the secret of killing more monster race in the future."

The Demon King looked at Zi Chen pitifully, but he didn't know how many times he cursed Zi Chen in his heart.