Zhang Xuan's body flashed and he had already arrived in front of the old man in white robe.

"Children, it's not a good thing to kill too much."

The old man in white robe held a crutch and chanted softly in his mouth.

"Lei."

The moment the old man in white robe finished speaking, a thunder thunder struck directly at Zhang Xuan.

The power of this mad thunder is enough to instantly extinguish a lord realm.

This is an attack from the highest combat power of the Shenyin Association.

Old Man Hehua, a strong man who has existed a long time ago, even earlier than Lu Yan and Xuan Tian.

The biggest feature of Mr. Hehua is also his strongest point.

The words follow the Dharma! If thunder comes, heavenly thunder will appear.

"The wind is coming!"

After that day, strong winds were everywhere, and the wind was mixed with wind blades. The rock turned into powder in this wind blade.

"The rain comes!"

In the sky, heavy rain poured down, and the raindrops hit Zhang Xuan's spiritual energy shield outside his body, causing large ripples on the spiritual energy shield. You can imagine what kind of power is mixed in this rain.

Old Man Hehua stood there, never moving from beginning to end.

"You only have strength, don't understand the truth, and you can always end up inferior."

Old Man Hehua's tone was like preaching.

Behind Zhang Xuan, the black heroic spirit held the life sickle and slashed it with one sword.

Old Man Hehua's eyes became dark, which was a sign of falling into the illusion of the Fate Scythe, but it was only a moment. After this moment, Old Man Hehua's eyes returned to their usual shapes. The Fate Scythe had no effect on him at all! In Old Man Hehua's heart, there was nothing that scared him too much.

The six battle spirits arrived at the same time, and the violent energy was released. This was the energy that could destroy the entire Athens Mountain. At this time, it was concentrated at a certain point, and the destructive power and penetration power were particularly terrifying. However, this huge energy was offset by only one sentence in front of the old man Hehua.

"Scatter."

A simple word, the six energy that had vented to Mr. He Hua all dissipated and turned into dots.

The purple divine sword stabbed out from Zhang Xuan's hand. Old Man He Hua stretched out his fingers and clamped the tip of the sword. No matter how hard Zhang Xuan used, the purple divine sword could no longer be saved.

"The energy of heaven and earth needs rules. If you hold the energy in your hand, you must abide by this rule."

Old Man He Hua whispered, "Now, this energy is under my control. I can allow these energy to condense or dissipate at any time. I can make these energy fix it here. It's not that you can't stab the sword, but after this, there is no energy and can condense it for you. How can you talk about stabbing the sword without a sword in your hand?"

After Mr. He Hua said that, he clamped the fingers on the tip of the sword and used a little force. The purple magic sword in Zhang Xuan's hand broke inch by inch, making him look particularly fragile.

"This is the power of rules. Without mastering the rules, no matter how strong the power is, it will be useless."

Old Man Hehua shook his head, and he leaned on a crutch, "You are not my opponent, please step back. This time the Temple of Athens will be out of your way."

At the same time, a loud noise sounded, Zhang Xuan turned his head and saw Lan Yunxiao being bombarded on the ground, and his enemies were still hidden in the black robe, showing their mystery.

"Lan Yunxiao, your strength has stopped at this stage. Even if the last seal is lifted, you will not be my opponent."

The man in black robe had a hoarse voice, "Where is the ancient servant?"

"Owner!"

The ancient servant in black appeared beside the man with a respectful face.

"Slay Lan Yunxiao, you will be the next leader of the Ancestral Rebirth."

Gu Shi looked at Lan Yunxiao. At this moment, murderous intent burst out in Gu Shi's eyes.

In another corner, Zhao Ji walked to the middle-aged man, first handed the cigarette, then nodded and bowed, replacing a smile, and didn't know what to talk about. Anyway, he didn't start a fight in the end. Compared to Lan Yunxiao, Zhao Ji was on vacation.

However, for Zhao Ji, the current situation is more uncomfortable than letting him fight with others. Every time he says something, he has to be careful, not to mention it will be more tormented.

"Senior brother, you shouldn't be targeting me like this. At that time, my master said that you should love me more. If you do this, your master will be angry if you know you in the dark."

Zhao Ji cried and said, "Why did I say that I was the first brother of the Ninth Bureau? Now you are in trouble with the Ninth Bureau chasing me, what's that?"

"If you don't have the strength, you shouldn't teach you some lessons if you are a scholar?"

The middle-aged man looked at Zhao Ji and said, "You know where Yuxu Mountain is, but you still kill him. Your behavior has violated the rules."

"What does it mean to force yourself? That brother is beaten up, so I can't watch it."

Zhao Ji had a bitter face, "You said I want to watch it, how can you do it when you go out in the future?"

"Where is Yuxu Mountain?"

The middle-aged man spoke, and behind him, a heroic spirit appeared and disappeared in the air, and pressure came from it, as if it could appear at any time, causing a destructive attack.

Zhao Ji curled his lips, "Senior Brother, you can't blame me for this Yuxu Mountain. Do you know what those guys do in the ancient battlefield? Anyway, I agree with what you said just now, but I don't think I did anything wrong with Yuxu Mountain."

"So, your behavior is still a bit too impulsive."

The middle-aged man shook his head, "Leave here and go back to the Ninth Bureau. I have been facing the wall for three years. After you come out, you will still be the number one player in the Ninth Bureau. Don't participate in the matter here."

“I don’t participate?

Could it be that I can watch them be arrogant?

Senior brother, you should know Zhang Xuan..."                                                                                                                           

The middle-aged man suddenly scolded, "He is him, you are you, I will only care about you, I will not care about him. He died in life, what does it have to do with me?"

"But senior brother, he represents..." "I said, what does he have to do with me if he dies or lives?"

The middle-aged man looked at the Temple of Athena not far away, "We are just one of the countless people in this world. You and I have their own different missions. It is better not to care about the things that are not doing."

"Senior brother, can you just watch the power of Athens fall into the hands of the rest of the people?"

Zhao Ji was anxious when he looked at the battle around him.

"If you don't have the strength, don't snatch it."

The middle-aged man stood there without any intention of taking action.

Zhao Ji saw the Gu Shi killing Lan Yunxiao. He was about to take action to do something, but found that he could not move all over his body.

"Stand here and don't meddle in other people's business."

The middle-aged man shouted lightly, then he set off and slowly walked towards the temple.

On the other side of the battlefield, Zhang Xuan faced the old man in white robe and roared. The heroic spirits behind him condensed again. The huge heroic spirits with the sun and moon as their eyes appeared behind Zhang Xuan. The six battle spirits turned into parts on the heroic spirit battle armor.
Chapter completed!