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Zong Changkong stands proudly, not arrogant, but infectious confidence, which shows the unique temperament.

When it comes to talent, his sect has never been ashamed of dust.

In terms of combat, his sect Changkong was particularly good at this and was never weaker than others.

Holding the bright red light chain, Zong Changkong flicked it lightly, and the entire chain was pulled out of the void in one fell swoop. With a loud noise, spring thunder bloomed into a storm of waves and waves that struck Xiong Chengwu.

This powerful force from Zong Changkong spans countless spaces through the vacuum lock and flies to the Thousand Drunken Wilderness Realm.

Xiong Cheng general rushed over a corner of the mountain, stood unsteadily and fell on the mountain, roaring wildly. For some reason, everyone could find the fear hidden behind the roar, because the roar was mixed and trembling.

The power of Zong Changkong arrives.

Xiong Chengwu was struck by lightning, and blood burst out from his body and thundered into the abdomen of the mountain.

"Xiong Chengwu?" Zong Changkong chuckled, unable to say whether he was contempt or appreciation. He stood up openly, and the momentum exuded by this step could almost overwhelm the entire world.

Sharp, a brilliant light that makes people blinded by being stabbed, condenses on their fingertips. The fingertips sharply point on the chain of light.

Xiong Chengwu, who was in the distant Qianzuihuang Realm, showed great fear for a moment, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing. Tan Weiran only saw the empty darkness.

No one knows how terrible pressure Xiong Chengwu is under.

The finger of Zong Changkong was simply a sword energy that spanned the three thousand wildernesses, flowing wildly along the vacuum lock.

Xiong Chengwu couldn't resist it, and his body leaned back slightly, and was uncontrollably hit by a sword energy from the sect Changkong across countless worlds. His heart roared and his body burst into an absolutely sharp sword energy.

It was like a broken belly, and a brilliant light was released from Xiong Chengwu's waist and ribs, bringing out a fierce whistling sound. A crazy sword energy was immediately forced out of his body by Xiong Chengwu using all his skills.

The sword energy soared into the sky, slashing the space in the Qianzuihuang Realm violently fluctuated.

A half-step Du'er who was getting stronger and stronger was actually pushed to such a miserable state by Zong Changkong's few moves.

Zong Changkong looked relaxed and relaxed, as if he had done the most insignificant little thing, and he praised it openly: "It's very good, and he has indeed made a lot of progress than before."

Zong Changkong remembered the young and confident Boxu Realm among the people who were chasing him back then. He remembered that the young Boxu Realm was cut off his heart before he was about to be killed by him. From then on, he had a certain impression of the cruel and ruthless young man.

He is a very good young man. If he hadn't been injured back then, he should have the opportunity to break through to the tragedy realm.

Zong Changkong flicked his fingers gently and swung his sleeves. Xiong Chengwu was in Qianzuihuang Realm and immediately vomited a mouthful of blood, roared and activated, pushing out a sword energy, bombarding the earth, and immediately slashed a deep valley on the earth.

"Zong Changkong, you dare!"

"Sect Changkong, if you dare to kill Xiong Chengwu, we will destroy your Xingtian Sect."

It's a long story, but with everyone's cultivation, it's what happened in this short period of time.

The seven powerful men including Sui Kurong each had suffered the first wave of the powerful impact of Zong Changkong, and buffered, summoned their own troops, ready to rotate and suppress them at any time.

Over the past eight hundred years, Zong Changkong's several restless actions of breaking through the cage have given everyone a lot of experience. Every time Zong Changkong gets angry, someone will definitely be injured, but someone may not die, but no matter how you take turns to replace him at any time.

The deafening roars of the seven powerful men were directly imprinted from the vacuum lock in their souls. Zong Changkong tilted his head slightly, shook his fingers, and said sonorously: "Noisy!"

With a swing of his finger, Xiong Chengwu from Qianzuihuang Realm suddenly felt a powerful force hitting like a storm, and immediately a mouthful of blood was spewing out.

Sui Kurong and seven others were shocked and angry. Fortunately, they each had their own replacement candidates at this time. They were not afraid that no one would be able to suppress Zong Changkong if they were injured. They simply snorted coldly, and when their souls moved, they connected each other's strength.

An invisible force erupted along the seven ends, and a roar from the seven powerful men penetrated the void: "Zong Changkong, even if you are a dragon, you must keep it for us to be obediently!"

Seven vacuum chains suddenly burst out from the void, tensing to the point where they were about to break.

The arms and feet wrapped around Zong Changkong, as well as the waist, neck and head, and other vital places. Just like five horses splitting away, they pulled Zong Changkong tense and slept in the air, spitting out a mouthful of blood, but laughed out loud: "Hahaha, is this your ability?"

"After practicing for eight hundred years, you have only one thing that has improved? Even my sect Changkong is not as good as my sect!" Zong Changkong laughed loudly in a posture that he would be dismembered by five horses in the air: "It's ridiculous, sad!"

Zong Changkong raised his head and refused to bend. He grabbed the seven vacuum locks with great force, and relied on one person to compete with the seven powerful people. He shouted violently: "Come!"

In an instant, in all the invisible voids, the seven powerful men and Zong Changkong had the most intense and dangerous impact battle.

Sui Kurong and seven others were each unable to help but be impacted by a powerful force, and they groaned and spitted blood: "Zong Changkong, don't be obsessed with it. If this continues, you will definitely not have good results."

Zong Changkong also let out a wow sound. In this tug-of-war between each other, the seven holes gradually bleeding, looking hideous and fierce, but laughed wildly.

"Hahaha, my sect Changkong has lived for so many years, and it is because of being obsessed with stubbornness. Tell me, let me not be obsessed with stubbornness? Hahaha, if you really defeat me, come and say such things to me again."

From Sui Kurong, all the seven powerful people lost their spirits.

Zong Changkong has always had a very open attitude. When he talked about his obsession, he did not hide his contempt.

Being stubborn? That's all. The martial arts talent of Changkong of his sect is nothing worthy of praise. It's relying on this stubbornness and the spirit of refusing to admit defeat, breaking out this path bit by bit.

If he wants to do it, he must do it.

This is him, Zong Changkong!

It was his character he developed in the sect, and he was hit by the stone wall in the Yinfeng Cave, with one sword after another, day after day, and his failure and setbacks were successful and repeated sharpening.

For geniuses, the martial arts of immortality is a broad path. If you cannot move forward, you can retreat.

For Zong Changkong, the martial arts of Changsheng is a long and boundless single-plank bridge that can only move forward and not retreat. Because he has no talent to squander, even if he stops a little, he will interrupt his own path.

A powerful and powerful tug-of-war, while the seven powerful men including Sui Kurong were groaning, Zong Changkong's skin was torn into countless parts, all covered with terrifying blood stains.

The seven powerful men were gasping for breath.

Zong Changkong was like a bloody man dripping from blood, but he was more like an iron man who could not bend or bend, and he was so tired that he forgot his eyes to the seven powerful men.

Hanging in the air, he was wrapped around seven vacuum locks and straightened up to form the shape of five horses splitting away.

But nothing can stop him. If he wants to kill someone, then he will do it and no matter what happens, he cannot stop it.

He is Zong Changkong!

Seeing Xiong Chengwu's attempt to get his soul away, Zong Changkong smiled loudly, endless comfort and wildness.

In the heart of the sect, extraordinary power was condensed in the heart of the Kongkong of the Sect, with sharp eyes as sharp as a peerless sword. The power burst out in an instant, causing the heaven and earth to bow their heads.

A sword!

It was a sword without a sword. It was just such an invisible sword, which was based on the will of Zong Changkong. It passed through the boundless void, as if it was the most invincible sword, which penetrated the three thousand wilderness realms and descended to the Qianzui wilderness realm.

The most deadliest and brilliant sword that Zong Changkong swung, the sword that was swept across, came.

It is never difficult to describe this moving sword in words.

When this bright and moving sword was released along a striking wave, Xiong Chengwu's face was already as beautiful as earth.

This powerful thing made Tan Weiran and the other two almost helpless, showing a strong look of horror. At this time, they seemed so helpless in this sword.

Zong Changkong!

This is a name that once scared him. The shadows that had been lingering in his heart for those years quietly floated up again.

A trace of momentum leaked out and permeated every trace of air.

A very unique slight aura, and what is particularly shocking is that the aura emitted from Xiong Chengwu was not Xiong Chengwu's aura, but clearly revealed the aura of another person.

It is the breath of traversing the realm of suffering.

Xu Cunzhen suddenly looked up and looked up at the sky. It was the sky where Xiong Chengwu was, and his tongue was almost knotted.

Mingkong looked at this scene excitedly and almost trembled with excitement.

Tan Weiran couldn't help but shivered, suddenly raised his head and looked at Xiong Chengwu tightly. In his mind, he quickly flipped his memory. He knew what it was, he knew... His cold sweat fell down.

"Ao!"

Xiong Chengwu let out a beast-like howl in pain, deafening, turning into a wave of sounds, which could be said to be crazy about the sky and the earth.

Everyone stared at Xiong Chengwu, not knowing what was going on, guessing what was going on, but at this moment they had forgotten their breath and their minds were blank.

Whispering and roaring, Xiong Chengwu's pain can be heard from the various roars.

The distant sect Changkong was bleeding from his neck to the sky, and a roar that surged into the sky in his throat. In a flash, the eyes actually released the brightness that made the world turn into color!

The sword energy that penetrated Xiong Chengwu's body was triggered!

A dazzling light burst out from Xiong Chengwu's chest. His heart, his mouth, and his head were covered with dazzling sword light, and the dazzling peerless sword energy had burst out from his body.

Boom!

This sword energy soared instantly, and the brilliant light condensed and suddenly rose into the sky, like a gentle sun wheel that shone brightly in the world.

This is the Great Light Free Sword!

This is the peerless sword technique of Zong Changkong, it is the sword soul! (To be continued)
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