Chapter 3702 Crushing Battle

Xiao Yi glanced at the Eight Heavenly Lords with cold eyes.

"Your goal is the Eight Absolute Relics?"

Ancient Yuan Tianjun sneered and said nothing.

Lord Wuhei Tian said in a deep voice, "We don't take it lightly even if it's just the Eight Jue relics."

"Today, I am just following the order of my ancestor to take your life, little friend Xiao Yi."

"Everything is just..."

"Wuhei Tianjun." Piaomiao Tianjun glanced indifferently, his eyes full of dissatisfaction.

Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes.

No one knows how long Ba Tianjun has lived.

The eight people claim to be the guardians of the continent, the enforcers and defenders of the laws of heaven and earth.

The eight of them have seen all the vicissitudes of this world, and read all the vicissitudes of life in this world.

It is impossible to get words from these old monsters unless there is a special reason.

Eight Heavenly Lord, sometimes he is so indifferent that he is not like a living being at all, but more like the indifferent laws of this world.

Lord Wuheitian was actually willing to let down his guard against him, sometimes with a look of shame in his eyes, but he didn't know why yet.

Xiao Yi thought to himself, taking in everything below him.

In my heart, I was secretly horrified at first.

The combat power of the eight chief palace masters completely exceeded his imagination.

This was also the first time that he saw the eight chief palace masters all use the Eight Jue relics to unleash their fighting power.

Eight people fought hard against the ancestors of hundreds of families. Among them, Senior Luo was still the main one to seal off this area and only allocated part of his combat power to participate in the battle.

The ancestors of hundreds of families are all above the ninth level of the Sovereign Realm.

Moreover, the ancestors of hundreds of families are not ordinary warriors.

These powerful men who founded hundreds of schools and created brilliant martial arts in those bleak years were all the most amazing and talented people.

Compared with the old monsters of the Eight Sects who relied on the long history of their sects and the gifts and inheritance left by their ancestors in the Imperial Realm to become powerful men in the world; the ancestors of the Hundred Sects became famous in the middle of ancient times and were younger, but now they are more powerful than the Eight Sects.

The suzerain level is stronger.

The difference between the two is obvious.

These hundred people are all those who rely on their own fists to smash the martial arts barrier and leave solid footprints on the long martial arts road.

There were two reasons why he could easily identify the ancestors of these hundreds of families with their martial arts aura just now.

First, the years when the ancestors of hundreds of families became famous are actually not as long ago as imagined.

It seems that he is called an ancestor, but in fact, he is just a warrior from the middle period of ancient times. Counting the years, he is only a strong man in Senior Luo's era.

Secondly, these hundred people are so amazing and talented, and so famous.

History cannot erase the traces and glory of these hundreds of people.

In fact, these hundred people seem to be symbols of ancient times.

But now, such a hundred terrifying powerful men from heaven and earth, working together, have been overwhelmed by the seven chief palace masters.

Now, the battle that broke out at an altitude of thousands of miles from mid-air to high in the sky was basically a crushing battle; seven people, crushing a hundred people!

He himself is considered to have been tempered many times, and he has experienced hundreds of battles at this level of combat power, so his eyesight is sufficient.

According to my own judgment, if the Eight Heavenly Lord is not protected by the Law of Shouyuan, even if the Eight Heavenly Lord controls the dragon flame and fights the eight general palace masters, the result will be just being crushed and killed by the eight general palace masters.

The cultivation level of the eight general palace masters is nothing, but in terms of combat power, they are simply the ceiling under the imperial realm.

No wonder the eight chief palace masters were always so confident from beginning to end.

It's no wonder that in the shocking battle thousands of years ago, even the Tianyuan Realm, which claimed to have destroyed the powerful Demon Sect, could only compromise in the hands of the eight first-generation general palace masters.

It’s no wonder that since its establishment, the Eight Halls have been hailed as the cornerstones of the Eight Continents!

Whoosh…

below.

The Master of the Yaozun Palace suddenly pointed out.

The Seven Killing Sword Lord's sharp and mysterious sword snaked out.

Suddenly, the Seven Kills Sword Lord's expression changed, his body froze, and the Seven Kills Sword in his hand suddenly froze in the air, "How is it possible...my hand..."

"Starting from the fingers, Qi and blood flow backwards, all the way to the heart."

The Master of the Yaozun Hall came in an instant with his finger, and focused heavily on the Seven Kills Sword Lord's chest.

Bang bang bang bang bang…

As if a stone caused a thousand waves, the Seven Kills Sword Lord exploded one after another, and clouds of blood mist erupted.

"Pfft." The Seven Kills Sword Lord spat out a mouthful of blood.

"This Sword Master fought with you for only a few tens of breaths, but you were able to slightly injure all the acupoints and meridians in my limbs and bones."

"This last finger caused all the injuries. If I hadn't used the Seven Kills Sword Qi to protect my heart, I'm afraid that all the blood in my body would have flowed back, and my heart would have exploded and died."

"Sure enough, those who are best at saving people are also the best at killing people."

"The physical body of the King Realm contains countless mysteries. Each warrior has different martial arts, so the flow of breath in the body is different."

"In addition to the different strengths of various martial arts, the ways of mobilizing the energy to the meridians in the small world are different, the circulation is different, and the internal organs and acupoints have different emphasis."

"The body of a Jun Realm warrior is so complex that it is equivalent to vast martial arts knowledge."

"Your medicine is real, but you can see through it all at a glance."

The Master of the Yaozun Hall chuckled, "Yes, Lord Seven Sword Swordsmen, you are full of weaknesses in my eyes."

The Seven Kills Sword Lord's face was full of shock, "With the immortal relic, you can engage in close combat without restraint; with your insight into the weaknesses, any warrior is full of flaws in your eyes."

"Any warrior who engages in a close combat with you would be seeking death."

"It's true that there are no herbal medicines in three feet. That's how it is."

Bang…

There was a sudden explosion at a height of a hundred miles in the air.

Looking more realistically, it was actually the master of the Demon Hunting Hall who raised his knee and hit Fukong Mengjun hard on the chin.

Fu Kong Mengjun felt like he was struck by lightning, his face was stained with blood and he was blown away heavily.

Whoosh…

Before Fuku Mengjun could stand up, the figure of the master of the Demon Hunting Hall had already disappeared from the spot. He appeared behind Fukumengjun in an instant, and with a flick of his leg, Fukumengjun, who was still flying, was knocked back.

return.

"Meng Dao, trapped in the sky..." Fu Kong Mengjun didn't bother to steady his figure, and quickly raised his hands.

However, as soon as his hands came out and the energy in his hands was condensed, the figure of the master of the Demon Hunting Palace appeared again in an instant.

The old palms were so powerful that they held Fukong Mengjun's hands behind his back. With two clicks, Fukong Mengjun's hands were completely twisted.

"Uh..." Fu Kong Mengjun cried out in pain.

"Break it." The master of the Demon Hunting Palace shouted coldly.

Fukong Mengjun's pupils shrank, his twisted hands were held behind his back, and a pair of arms were instantly broken with a clicking sound.

"Asshole." Fukong Mengjun's eyes widened in anger.

The master of the Demon Hunting Palace had a cold face and punched him with his backhand. Fukong Mengjun felt severe pain in his face and was knocked away with another punch.

This time, Fu Kong Mengjun only felt a daze in his head, his mouth was filled with a fishy-sweet feeling, and he felt a bit like his mouth was leaking. A few silver teeth instantly turned into powder in mid-air.

From beginning to end, the attacks of the Master of the Demon Hunting Palace were nothing fancy, let alone earth-shattering martial arts.

A punch, a kick, a move, no matter how simple it is, it is all powerful and flowing.

From the time the two fought until now, Fukong Mengjun has not even had a chance to fight back.
Chapter completed!