"Fallen flowers blow snow, the sword technique is superb, the sword path is sharp and sharp, and the sword god smiles, which can move the immortals, Buddhas, ghosts and gods."

Zhang Xuan murmured without looking back, "This person has been learning swordsmanship at the age of seven and has been successful in seven years. Since then, he has never met an opponent. Now, you are lucky to feel such a sword."

Zhang Xuan raised his arm lightly, and the seven-meter giant shadow in a white long gown behind him also raised his sword-holding arm. Then, a cold light flashed, and the black-winged roc that was speeding in the air instantly dissipated.

The power of a sword broke the divine form transformed by the thirteen black robes. The thirteen pairs of pupils hidden under the black robes all contracted at this moment.

Zhang Xuan continued: "Heroic spirits have souls, but war spirits only have tricks. But even so, they are proud enough. Old Man Lu, unexpectedly, there is such a thing hidden in that wordless book. Thank you."

Behind Zhang Xuan, the white figure held a long sword slanted.

Thirteen men in black robes looked at each other, and then they formed seals in their hands, and black spiritual energy continued to emerge. Just as the richness of black spiritual energy on their bodies reached a peak, the thirteen men in black robes all mutated, and their bodies began to become taller and broke the cloak that was draped on their bodies.

Zhang Xuan also understood at this moment why they wanted to hide themselves in the cloak. After all, their bodies had already mutated. The faces of the thirteen of them alone were no longer human. Each face had the characteristics of a beast.

Through their unique genetic technology, the Ancestral Rehabilitation Alliance can completely squeeze out human potential in a short period of time, allowing people to make rapid progress, but in this rapid progress, a lot of things are also required.

The figures of the thirteen men in black robe suddenly became three meters tall, and each of them had thick limbs, like a monster.

"Hehe, I am worthy of being the King of Hell."

The voice of the man in the black robe became even more hoarse, "The intensity of such an attack is really beyond our expectations. I am afraid that in the God-making Realm, few people are your opponents, but how many times can you use this attack method?

Besides, it’s in this spiritual dispersing array again!”

Thirteen tall black-robed men changed directions back and forth, forming a circle, surrounding Zhang Xuan in the circle.

Zhang Xuan smiled at the corner of his mouth, "Every war spirit has only one move, but this move is not something you guys like you can resist. If you look forward to it, the next move is called Piao..."                                                                                                      

"Bold monster! I can see at a glance that you are not human!"

This loud shout was sonorous and powerful, full of energy, like a bell.

The floating fairy lotus disappeared instantly above Zhang Xuan's head, and the white figure behind Zhang Xuan was also gone.

In the next second, a bald figure wearing a red cassock appeared in Zhang Xuan's eyes. This figure, holding a whisk and pinching a handprint, came from the sky.

Thirteen men in black robe looked upwards, and almost at the same time, they opened their mouths and showed their sharp fangs at the bald figure.

"I dare to show off my skills. I want you to reveal my true colors!"

The bald figure's whisk in his hand rose in the wind and sang at the thirteen black-robed men, "The great power of heaven and dragon! Prajna Buddhas! World-Honored Ksitigarbha! Prajna Bamakong!"

The bald figure kept shouting.

"Wei Tianlong! Tianlong! Dragon!"

The bald figure, with his own strength, kept echoing his lines.

The whisk swept across the thirteen members of the Ancestral Rebirth League.

The thirteen members of the Ancestral Rebirth League are not easy to meet. Their limbs evolved into sharp claws, instantly tearing the whisk that was rising in the wind to pieces! “Bold monster! Daluo magic spell!”

The bald figure made a seal in his hand again, and the torn whisk reappeared.

The thirteen members of the Ancestral Repair League all roared.

"snort!"

The bald figure snorted coldly, "I dare to hold on with such a spell. Look at me taking you, I don't know the sky is high and the earth is thick, and I don't take me seriously at all. The flying dragon is in the sky! The powerful dragon! The powerful dragon! The dragon... the dragon!"

This time the whisk was so vast that it was like rolling down the Milky Way from the sky.

But although the whisk was powerful, it was still torn to pieces by the thirteen members of the Ancestral Repair Alliance. After all, these thirteen members of the Ancestral Repair Alliance are also powerful people in the God Fu realm. At this time, they will become beastly again, and their consciousness may become blurred, but this makes their lethality stronger. Unless it is Yang Shou Tomb, the top presence among the God Fu, there is really a possibility of blood abuse of these thirteen people.

The bald figure saw that his second attack was easily broken by the other party.

"Da Luo Mantra! Move the Mountain!"

The bald figure danced the whisk in his hand.

The thirteen members of the Ancestral Repair Alliance no longer sat down and waited for death. Without waiting for the bald monk to take action, they took the lead in attacking, exposed their fangs, waved their giant claws, and rushed towards the bald figure in the sky.

"Wow!"

The bald figure shouted.

Just when Zhang Xuan thought the monk was going to use his ultimate move, he saw that the monk's style changed.

"Brother, save me! These people are too fierce, I can't beat them!"

The bald figure smeared oil on the soles of her feet and rushed towards Zhang Xuan.

When the bald figure rushed to the front, Zhang Xuan saw clearly that this guy had a round figure and half of the chicken legs hidden in his pocket in his cassock. His eyes that were constantly rolling were not all dingding, who was it? “Why did you become a monk?”

Zhang Xuan looked at the head with a strange look at Dingding, who had six ring scars burned on his head.

"Brother, I'll tell you later, run away!"

Quan Dingding stretched out his greasy hand. Obviously, before the fight, this guy was holding a chicken leg.

The greasy big hands grabbed Zhang Xuan's clothes, and all led Zhang Xuan and ran in one direction.

Although there was thick fog here, it obviously did not have much impact on "locals" like Quan Dingding. Quan Dingding led Zhang Xuan to rush in the fog. After running for more than ten minutes, he finally got rid of the thirteen members of the Ancestral Repair League.

"Huh! It's safe here!"

Quan Dingding sat down beside a vegetation, gasping for breath.

Zhang Xuan looked at Quan Ding Ding who was leaning against the cactus and couldn't help but stretch out a thumb.

"Brother, why do I feel like I'm so twitching behind my back?"

Quan Dingding took out a chicken leg from his pocket in his cassock and stuffed it into his mouth. At the same time, he rubbed his back subconsciously. After rubbing twice, Quan Dingding felt something was wrong. When he looked behind him, his face suddenly became particularly ugly.

Zhang Xuan also chose a place to sit down. After leaving the Shenyin Realm, Zhang Xuan never saw Quan Dingding again. However, this time he met, this guy actually put on a cassock. This is a high-paid profession and has high educational requirements.
Chapter completed!