It was an incredible miracle that Zhao Chu could scare them away.

Do you really expect Zhao Chu to kill the two Nascent Souls?

Impossible!

No one believes it, not even the people from the Tianci Sect believe it at all.

intimidation.

Yes, it's just a threat.

…

"The eleven disciples of Qing Jie, wait for me to return."

At this moment, Jiang Yijian looked 50 years older. His white hair was as gray as a dying old man.

The passage of his life span made it impossible for him to maintain his ageless appearance.

But the hatred in his pupils was like a dagger quenched with poison.

The challenge students were in a similar situation to him.

Perhaps Ying Zhansheng hated Zhao Chu even more than Jiang Yijian.

Being forced to flee by someone in the Nascent Soul Realm is simply a great shame and humiliation.

As he was running away, he turned around and looked.

The battlefield in Wugui City is getting smaller and smaller.

And Zhao Chu's four clones shrank into four black dots as big as sesame seeds because of the distance.

call out!

However!

At this moment, a sharp buzzer suddenly sounded in the air.

It's like a devil's scream, terrifying.

call out!

call out!

call out!

Then, three more sounds came from the sky.

flame!

The jet-black flames, like the breath of a hell dragon, penetrated straight towards the two of them.

quick.

Ying Zhansheng and Jiang Yijian were horrified.

In an instant, the arrow burning with pitch-black flames came through the air like a poisonous snake's grin.

"How...possible!"

Boom!

Jiang Yijian was stunned and didn't have time to speak.

A black arrow penetrated between his eyebrows.

Between the eyebrows, in the center of the head.

It enters from the back of the head and exits from the front of the forehead.

At first glance, it looks like it has a devil's horns, which is shocking.

That's where the brain is, and that's where the core of the monk's spiritual power is.

Jiang Yijian didn't feel much pain, but his mind was irreversibly distracted.

He turned his head stiffly.

The last scene in his eyes, Jiang Yijian saw the challenge student not far away.

This miserable temporary comrade had not only his head pierced by sharp arrows, but his heart was also pierced by arrows. The dark flames were not very strong, but the gentle black flames were like venom corroding, burning the fat of the flesh.

, creepy.

Before he could finish his thoughts, his vest felt cold, and at the same time, the last arrow pierced his body right in the center of his heart.

"The eleven members of the Blue Tribulation, you, you... you are vicious!"

Taking his last breath, Jiang Yijian turned his head and looked into the distance, filled with hatred.

Originally, with the strength of natural selection, even if the physical body was shattered, the soul could still be attached to the Dao pattern and barely escape a ray of spiritual thought. In the future, if he could find a monk to seize his body, he might even be able to cultivate back to the realm of Nascent Soul.

But Zhao Chu is vicious and ruthless.

He first penetrates the divine core in your head, and then shatters the Taoist heart.

In this way, the souls of the Natural Selection monks who were killed will be destroyed.

"Damn it!"

Jiang Yijian couldn't figure it out.

How could Zhao Chu's arrows be so accurate and so cruel? They were absolutely perfect.

At this time, he saw a layer of black smoke emerging from the body of the challenger.

The black smoke eventually formed strange shadows of swordsmen.

Smoky Swordsman.

That’s right!

When I was fleeing, the aura of the black smoke swordsman still remained in my body, and I had no time to erase it.

It must be the smell of black smoke that allowed the Qing Jie Eleven to lock their position.

Ying Zhansheng is already dead.

Before Jiang Yijian was about to die, he thought of some rumors.

Legend has it that as long as some powerful people in the Wenyuan Realm lock your aura, when they open their bows and shoot arrows, even if you escape across the realm, you will be directly penetrated by the slim distance of thousands of miles.

Although Zhao Chu's arrows can't cross borders yet.

But this terrifying talent will reach that point sooner or later.

"It turns out those black smoke swordsmen were just leaving the mark of the curse."

"I shouldn't be in this muddy water!"

Jiang Yijian knew he regretted it.

Unfortunately, he also breathed his last.

Be cautious at every step, ruthless at every step.

Jiang Yijian finally saw the horror of Qingjie Holy Land.

…

Dead silence!

Above the sky, four dark tracks were like four straight chains stretched across the sky. The black flames did not go out, and the oppression that filled the sky was suffocating.

Everyone turned their heads stiffly.

Jiang Yijian and Ying Zhansheng still maintained their fleeing posture.

It's just that their natural selection aura has gone cold.

The arrow shoots out of the body, and the aura of the Dao pattern is like the judgment of the devil. Even if you are a natural selection, you will not be able to survive.

This is the power from heaven.

…

"I said I would kill you, but you couldn't escape."

The four clones of Zhao Chu merged into one in an instant.

The Kingdom of Ten Thousand Swords is You Yiyu's most proud killing move. How can it be considered ordinary if it is valued by one of the masters of the ten majestic demon palaces.

However, Zhao Chu was also in pain.

He had just broken through the Nascent Soul, and the real energy supported by the four elements dried up in an instant.

Especially the fourth sword, I almost missed it.

…

Rumble!

At this time, the fight between Shen Fusheng and Zhu Gengwei in the distance also came to an end.
To be continued...