pity!

This sword was still dodged by Zhao Chu.

Although this guy is blind, he seems to have eyes all over his body, and he can always dodge his own sword at the most critical moment.

"Want to hear what postures we used?"

Zhao Chu's voice appeared in his ears again, and the purple-robed young man felt that his scalp was going to explode.

posture!

How many postures did you use?

Ahhhhh!

It makes me mad!

The sword energy tore apart the space and enveloped Zhao Chu in an airtight manner.

…

3 minutes!

Zhao Chu silently thought about the countdown in his heart!

…

"As expected of the eleven disciples of the Blue Tribulation Holy Land, he indeed has some talent!"

Everyone is watching this battle.

A person in the foundation-building realm can actually block so many moves of the purple-robed young man, which is enough to be worthy of a strong golden elixir.

To know!

This purple-robed young man is the strongest golden elixir in the entire eight realms of the Lower Nine Heavens world.

In fact, he failed to kill Zhao Chu with three moves!

This young man in purple robe has already lost!

…

"Eh...not good!"

"Zhao Chu ran to the statue of the Holy Lord!"

Suddenly, a Nascent Soul hurriedly exclaimed.

"Oops, the statue of the saint cannot be tarnished!"

Upon seeing this, Li Qinggong exclaimed!

really!

Zhao Chu flashed repeatedly, because he could not see with his eyes, he only thought that there was a mountain behind him, so he stepped on it with the sole of his foot and swept towards the top of the mountain.

But in the eyes of everyone!

That Zhao Chu stepped on the statue of the Holy Lord and fled upwards.

The sculpture of the saint is indeed like a majestic mountain peak. Comparing the monk and the sculpture, it is about the size of a thumb.

The young man in purple robe was already so angry that Zhao Chu lost his mind.

I don't even bother to think about the sculpture of the saint.

The purple-robed young man's sword chattered endlessly, following Zhao Chu like a tarsal maggot.

Look from a distance!

They are like two grasshoppers, constantly flickering on the statue of the saint.

Just one minute.

Zhao Chu's figure was already at the waist of the sculpture, and the purple-robed young man followed closely behind.

…

"Everyone get down!"

Li Qinggong was furious.

How can a statue of a holy statue be defiled like this?

With a flick of his sleeve, he was about to knock both of them down.

pity!

At this time, the purple-robed natural selection next to him blocked him.

"Li Qinggong, take care of your apprentice's shame when you have time!"

"No one can interfere in today's battle. My disciple is blinded by anger. If he can't kill Zhao Chu directly, his Taoism will be damaged!"

"No one can interfere in this battle!"

Purple Robe Natural Selection was really angry.

This is simply a cuckolding of the entire family, and it makes people tremble with anger.

As for tarnishing the statue of the Holy Lord, that is Li Qinggong’s sin. In the future, the Holy Lord will blame you, and you, Li Qinggong, will atone for your sins!

…

One minute left!

Zhao Chumo counted the time, and he had even felt the expulsion force in the Thousand Realms Domain.

And this time!

He already stands on the tip of the nose of the statue of the saint.

"With one sword... I'll send you back to the west!"

At this moment, Zhao Chu slowly raised the withered sword.
Chapter completed!