Under Qinghuan's terrible and powerful pressure, the surrounding true saints couldn't help but retreat one after another. Many true saints showed sad expressions, "Oh, the Xuanhuang Three Realms really have courage, but in the face of absolute cultivation suppression, courage is useless!" "Is it just being meat from mermaids like this? Should we take action?"

"Resistance means death..."

"But...if we don't resist, just let them mercy?"

The number of True Saints is only one-third of that of others. More importantly, the quality is far less than that. How to fight?

Qinghuan had already reached Chen Ziling's ten feet, and the field was completely pressing on him.

But what surprised Qinghuan was that Chen Ziling was not affected at all in the face of Qinghuan's domain suppression.

"Very good! I admire people who are not afraid of death, but not afraid of death is not a good thing, because such people usually die very quickly!"

Xue Tu Jun said: "Why should you take action personally against such a cultivator from the third realm of Xuanhuang? We can easily take it down if we take action."

"Yes, sir, this person is not worthy of your attack."

None of them looked down on Chen Ziling in the fifth realm of Xuanhuang in the evil hall, and thought that Chen Ziling could only be considered a certain powerful person in the third realm of Xuanhuang.

But no matter how powerful it is, can it be better than them?

But Qinghuan seemed to have not heard their words, and his eyes still fell on Chen Ziling.

Without Qinghuan's permission, Xue Tu Jun and others did not take action. They still secretly scolded Qinghuan for being too arrogant and did not take them seriously at all.

"boom--"

Qinghuan's body burst out with holy energy, and his long blood-red hair flew freely in the vortex of holy energy. His right hand was horizontal and his blood knife was horizontal.

A tragic bloody aura erupted, and the terrifying power was like facing the face of the true saints!

Many true saints in Xuanmen were shaken open, and the true saints in the evil palace began to occupy one position.

"I am in the Evil Palace Qinghuan! You still have some courage and I told you not to die. I still don't know who killed you!"

Chen Ziling didn't say a word, he was silent from the beginning.

He dared not relax at all. This battle will be the most difficult battle he has in several months.

Qinghuan's talent should be the most advanced one among the people Chen Ziling met.

His aura was moving to the extreme, his sharpness was restrained, and the sea of ​​blood in his body was circulating rapidly, and he could burst out at any time!

If it is really a moment of forced force, Chen Ziling can only use the power of the world.

Both of them emitted a murderous aura, and the sharp evil aura spread out, and the air around them seemed to condense into substance.

"die!"

Qinghuan took the lead in taking action. He shouted loudly and stepped out step by step. The blood knife was swung down. The land under his feet suddenly shattered, and the blood knife was red all over.

At this moment, Chen Ziling pulled out the Fuyuan battle halberd, and suddenly rose up like a war dragon, sweeping everything!

"clang!"

The swords and halberds intersect, and countless hanging stones exploded and shattered!

The violent aura of the holy path made the surrounding true saints almost unable to stand steadily.

After one attack, Chen Ziling's feet were deeply trapped in the soil, and the surrounding ground shattered. He held the Fuyuan Battle Sphur in his hand, steadily blocking Qinghuan's attack!

"What? How is it possible?"

Qinghuan's face showed an incredible look. So, did he block it?

For a moment, Qinghuan was a little confused and confused.

The other true saints, the evil palace and the Xuanmen, as well as the true saints of neutral forces, were all stupid.

Although this move can only be regarded as an ordinary attack by Qinghuan, it is definitely not something that a true saint in the late stage of the Xuanhuang third realm can withstand.

Even Xue Tujun didn't think he could handle it.

Could this kid be even better than himself?

The blood knife in Qinghuan's hand is a very high-quality thousand-patterned holy weapon.

What kind of weapon is this kid in his hand that he can actually fight against Qinghuan's blood sword without any impact.

What kind of war halberd is that? Is it also at the level of Thousand Patterns?

"you……"

Qinghuan looked at Chen Ziling with a gloomy face.

"I know who you are, you are that Chen Ziling." Qinghuan guessed Chen Ziling's body technique.

With the cultivation level of the third realm of Xuanhuang and such powerful strength, there is probably only one person in the selection of the realm, which meets this condition.

Only Chen Ziling, the disciple of the North Return Sword Saint.

"He is Chen Ziling?"

"He is the one. He rushed into the top ten. It seems that he is not a weak person." The true saints of Xuanmen were all surprised. They did not expect that there were experts on their Xuanmen.

"But... even Chen Ziling is useless. Qinghuan ranks sixth, even higher than Chen Ziling, and his strength is obviously much higher than Chen Ziling. Just a random attack just now, Chen Ziling was already a little unbearable."

"Yes... Even Chen Ziling has no chance of defeating Qinghuan, alas."

"Only when Fairy Jiang Yao comes, will the opportunity be defeated by Qinghuan."

...

In front of so many people, he was blocked by a true saint in the late stage of the Xuanhuang Third Realm. Even if the other party was Chen Ziling, who was a strong genius, it would make Qinghuan lose his face.

"Demonic Heaven Seal Art!"

Qinghuan pinched a seal with one hand and hit the blood knife in his hand. On the blood knife, a dazzling light burst out instantly.

Qinghuan suddenly used martial arts skills.

Chen Ziling's eyes were sharp, and the holy energy was completely bursting out! The sea of ​​blood in his body was surging.

Use the Shura energy to activate the Shura battle halberd.

"Shura halberd technique - Slaughtering the Wilderness!"

The swords and halberds collided again, in the dark world.

It's like a sunrise.

Qinghuan was still unable to do anything about this attack.

Chen Ziling held the Fuyuan Battle Salute in his hand, and the one-meter-long Fuyuan Battle Salute stretched out horizontally, with a cold light that was terrifying.

At that moment, Chen Ziling's figure standing there was like a fierce stern, with a mighty aura and a murderous aura!

The true saints around were shocked by the scene in front of them.

If Qinghuan had just attacked casually before and was blocked by Chen Ziling, it would be reluctant to accept it.

After all, Chen Ziling is not a weak person, and he is also one of the top ten people on the rankings.

So now, Qinghuan has used the holy technique, but he is still blocked by Chen Ziling, which is unbelievable.

You know, Chen Ziling's cultivation is three levels lower than Qinghuan!

"No matter how many geniuses you have, you must all die today!" Qinghuan's body was full of holy energy, and the Six Netherworlds Great Deeds - the Ten Thousand Blood Heavenly Dynasty!

The Six Nether Da Yan Jue was the skill that Qinghuan’s master, one of the masters of the Evil Palace, relied on to become famous.

Although it is not the strongest martial arts in the world, it is not far from each other.

As the top true saint of the Xuanhuang Six Realm, Qinghuan is incredibly powerful. At this time, he used the Six Netherworld Great Deeds, and he would be filled with blood.

The space around was suddenly filled with thick blood and energy. Some true saints with weak cultivation felt extremely uncomfortable all over, as if they were in a sea of ​​blood.

"The Holy Body of the Thousand Blood Prison!"

At the same time, Qinghuan released the holy body and fully deployed the domain.

Qinghuan is going to take all his strength.

Faced with Qinghuan who was doing his best, Chen Ziling was afraid that there would be more misfortunes.

Everyone could feel the power of Qinghuan. Just because the aftermath emitted the power of the credit limit, it was so surging. How much terrible would it be if they faced head-on?

Chen Ziling's eyes were deep, and his holy energy was activated to the extreme. Faced with this battle, he could not hold back at all.

Qinghuan swung out a halberd, and the holy energy sang in the blood waves, rushing towards Chen Ziling. As he passed, the earth cracked.

"kill!"

Chen Ziling held his right hand tightly, and the Fuyuan Battle Squid stabbed out unstoppable! On the battle halberd, the power of thunder and fire overlapped, and a green lotus appeared on the Fuyuan Battle Squid.

"Hmm? This move!"

Qinghuan's face changed drastically, and he felt the terrible power contained in the Qinglian. At a critical moment, the sea of ​​blood rushed forward in his field.

"turbulent!"

The blood waves were stacked in an instant, and more than a dozen true saints around were thrown away by the wild waves, and several of them spewed out blood on the spot.

A group of true saints supported the holy energy of protecting their bodies. At this time, they would rather be injured by the blood wave than retreat too far.
To be continued...