"The kings of the elves launched an attack together to stop Zhang Ruochen. They must not let him kill Gongzi Yan." A elves' spiritual power holy king, holding a blue jade gem scepter, pointed to the direction where Zhang Ruochen was.

Suddenly, the wood-attributed spiritual energy in the world gathered towards her, condensing thousands of black vines.

The vines rushed towards Zhang Ruochen like dragons shuttled underground.

Behind the Holy King of Spiritual Power, the fourteen handsome elves all pulled open the white jade war bows of the Wandian Holy Artifact level. Each war bow was surrounded by powerful power fluctuations, forming a hurricane energy.

The research of the elves on the archway is unique.

The elves in the Holy King realm used some powerful arrow techniques to be able to memorialize the stars and bury the moon.

Fourteen holy arrows with thousands of patterns can burst out with unparalleled destructive power even if they are thousands of miles apart. It is truly a power to destroy a star.

"Wow—"

Out of thin air, a dark black shadow appeared beside the fourteen elves holy kings.

He was thin and held a rusty iron sword in his hand, like a ghost, silently, able to hide the perception of the Holy King of Low Realm.

The spiritual power saint king standing in front covered an area of ​​hundreds of feet in a radius. Therefore, when the black figure appeared, he noticed it and his face changed.

Who can appear silently near him?

"Everyone is very...hearted..."

The Holy King of Mental Power was just about to remind everyone, but found that the black figure appeared behind him.

Immediately afterwards, a cold sword energy rushed straight to the back of his head.

He is also a powerful man with many battles. He has an amazing reaction speed in the face of danger. In the midst of lightning, a talisman on his body is triggered, forming a thick shield-shaped light and shadow, blocking behind him.

"Bang."

The iron sword was as powerful as a bamboo shoot, shattering light and shadows, piercing through the head of the spiritual king, and the tip of the sword highlighted in his eyebrows.

"How is it possible... the golden shield talisman couldn't block it..."

With a bang, the Holy King of Spirit fell heavily to the ground.

"Swish."

The black figure swayed, as if he had used the clone technique, turning into dozens of figures and rushing into the fourteen elves holy kings. Then, cold sword auras were swung out, either stabbing, squirting, or slashing...

When dozens of afterimages condensed into one again, there were only a pile of dead bodies left on the ground.

In less than three breaths, all fifteen saints fell.

The holy kings of heaven who were looking in this direction in the distance were all gasping for a cold air, thinking that it was a god of death, which made them feel a little afraid.

Zhang Ruochen, who was sitting on the golden step dragon chariot, looked at the direction where the black figure was and said, "Ale's swordsmanship has been sharpened even more sharply. Even if I don't use the power of space and time, I may not be able to catch it. It is a swordsmanship that is only for killing people."

Ale's eyes looked at Zhang Ruochen in the distance, and then his figure disappeared.

When his figure appeared again, a holy king fell under the sword several miles away.

At the same time, a black sphere with a diameter of nearly a hundred feet appeared above the island.

Han Qiu stood in the center of the black sphere, with graceful figure and long hair flying, condensed the dark power in his body into thin black silk threads, continuously releasing it.

The holy king of heaven who had fallen to the ground and died stood up again like a marionette, with strong evil spirits, attacking the alive kings of heaven.

The monks from Kunlun Realm were all very happy when they found another master coming to help, and their morale was rising.

"Is it a monk who practices the Dark Way?"

Shang Ziying's eyes sank, and he took out the colorful merit monument and beat him out.

The colorful light burst out, and the merit power would cover all the six Nine-Step Holy Kings who were besieging Shang Zigong. Then, a huge and boundless invisible force suppressed them, causing the six Nine-Step Holy Kings to change their color.

"It is the power of merit, retreat quickly."

"What a powerful junior, it's so difficult to deal with only seven steps of the Holy King."

When the colorful merit monument was sacrificed, even the six nine-step saints must avoid their edge and dare not confront Shang Zishu.

They quickly retreated and distanced themselves from the Five Colored Merit Monument. However, Shang Zigong had the idea of ​​killing, controlled the huge stone tablet and bombarded the two Nine-Step Holy Kings.

"Bang bang."

The two Nine-Step Holy Kings each threw out dozens of holy artifacts.

However, just now, those holy tools were broken like porcelain and could not stop the stone tablet even for a moment. In the end, the holy bodies of the two Nine Steps Holy Kings were bombarded and turned into two balls of blood mud.

The other nine-step saints retreated further, and were sweating all over their bodies, feeling the threat of death.

On the opposite side, they were only a seven-step saint king, but the pressure they were under was as if they were fighting against a great saint.

The face of the woman in the palace dress was extremely solemn. She never thought that Shang Zipeng was so terrible that even the Nine-Step Holy King was easily crushed and killed by him. At the same level, it would be difficult to find a monk who could block his move.

A genius like Shang Zigong is more amazing than the gods in his youth. Once they grow up, they will become the benchmark of an era.

Shang Zideng said in a warning tone: "I don't care who you are or who you are for. If you dare to interfere in today's affairs again, today will be your death."

This voice was as sharp and cold as Shang Zipeng's eyes, which made the woman in the palace feel shocked inside.

Of course, such a shock was only in a moment, and the woman in the palace dress soon recovered.

The three-colored armor on Shang Zipeng's body emitted light condensed into a three-color cloud under his feet.

After leaping, Shang Ziyi drove the three-color cloud and instantly appeared more than a hundred miles away. He held a red sword and looked down at Zhang Ruochen below.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen had been seriously injured by Gongzi Yan, his mouth was covered in blood, his hands and feet were cut off, and he stepped on him hard.

Chen Yuan pointed his sword at Gongzi Yan's eyebrows. Zhang Ruochen raised his head and looked at Shang Zipeng, saying, "You have always been calm. Today, I finally felt the emotional fluctuations in you. You are very angry!"

Shang Zigong suppressed the anger in his heart, tried his best to be calm, and said, "I admit that I have overestimated you, but today I realized that I still underestimated you. If you let Gongziyan go, you will get the conditions."

"Let him go?"

Zhang Ruochen said coldly: "I am afraid that my senior brother and sister who are buried under the thick soil will not agree, Bai Su will not agree, and the brothers of the Central Empire of Shengming will not agree."

"Swish."

The sacred flower is really wonderful, and the evil son flew over and appeared behind Zhang Ruochen.

At the same time, the kings of the heaven world gathered here, and the number increased, and soon exceeded 100. They not only formed an attack formation, but also used divine bones to settle the space.

Zhang Ruochen's face did not change, without any panic.

Shang Zigong was silent for a moment and said, "A person cannot be resurrected after all, after all, you can kill few monks in the Heavenly Realm faction? If you kill Gongzi Yan, you will die here. You are a smart person and you should understand that doing this will not benefit anyone."

"Why don't you let go of Gongzi Yan, Wei Xu, Yan Ni, and the holy kings of the heavenly realm in the temple. I will also let you and the monks of Kunlun realm go. Everyone takes a step back, how about?"

Zhang Ruochen glanced at the holy kings of heaven in all directions and said, "Just because of them, I'm afraid I can't keep me. You have to understand that now all the chips are in my hands, and everything has to be listened to me."

Zhang Ruochen took out the Yihuang bone staff, and with a thunderous sound, he inserted the bone staff into the middle of Gongzi Yan's eyebrows.

"ah……"

Young Master Yan twitched all over and let out a heart-wrenching scream in his mouth.

At the same time, the evil spirits in the bone staff made cheerful laughs, constantly extracting Gongzi Yan's holy soul power through the patterns on the bone staff.

The soul fog that refined the second part of Qingjin, the power of the evil spirit is comparable to that of the Eight Steps Holy King.

After absorbing the soul power of Gongzi Yan, the aura emitted by the evil spirit became stronger and stronger, and it actually reached the peak of the Eight-Step Saint King and rushed towards the Nine-Step Saint King.

"Damn it, you are seeking death." A holy king of heaven roared.

Another dwarf saint king waved the two battle axes in his hand, revealing two snow-white teeth, and said, "Even the leaders of the Space Temple dare to kill them. Your death is not far away."

For a long time, only monks from the heaven world have bullied other monks. This is the first time that someone dares to kill people in front of them, and they are still refining their souls.

I'm afraid only Shang Zigong could remain calm, but his eyes were unprecedentedly cold.

Faxu and Yan Ni were trampled under the feet of the Saint Flower and Xie Chengzi, respectively, which made Shang Zigong dare not act rashly.

Zhang Ruochen asked, "Now, do you know how it feels like to be killed by someone?"

After a while, Young Master Yan's screams became weaker and weaker, and he completely lost his voice.

After absorbing the power of Gongzi Yan's holy soul and the evil spirit, he finally reached the Nine Steps Holy King. The aura emitted was extremely powerful. The evil spirit spread out, causing most of the island to turn into an evil land with yin energy.

"I'm so calm. Shang Zipeng is very cunning. On the surface, Gongziyan talked and laughed with him like a friend he made. In fact, he might not really regard Gongziyan as a friend." Zhang Ruochen felt that Shang Zipeng was terrifying. No one could guess what he was thinking deep in his heart.

Shang Ziying said in a deep voice: "Zhang Ruochen, are you angry? Now, should you have a good talk with me? Don't think that if you master the chips, you will take the initiative. The traps placed on the island are deeper than you imagined. If you really fight, you and the monks in the Kunlun Realm will all die."

"Boom!"

As soon as Shang Zip finished speaking, a roar came from the sky above the island, like a thunder shaking.

"What happened again?"

The holy kings in the heaven realm changed slightly, and they all looked up at the sky.

I saw dozens of cracks appeared in the illusion array that covered the entire island.
Chapter completed!