The splattering blood choked the arrogant words of the immortal cultivators from the three sects.

Chen Ergou spread his wings like a roc, stirring up a tremendous cold murderous aura. His eyes were cold, as cold as the magic sword in his hand, revealing a bone-chilling chill.

The Blessing Sword is the natal flying sword of a deceased Jindan realm cultivator of the Guangxiu Immortal Sect. It is extremely sharp and has spiritual sword properties. It was a gift from the sect leader to Chen Ergou.

At this time, with the magic sword in his hand, Chen Ergou's combat power has exceeded the scope of the seventh level of Qi Refining.

He was like a ferocious god, wielding his sword. Wherever the sword light passed, it was like drizzle, flying in all directions, killing several cultivators in a row.

The broken corpses fell one after another, and he stepped over them. His figure became taller, as if he was looking down on the immortal cultivators of the three sects.

"What kind of magic inheritance is this?!"

The great elder of the Jinding Sect, Huang Kui, was horrified. Chen Ergou's methods were too advanced. A cultivator at the fourth or fifth level of Qi training would die as soon as they met him. They had no power to resist at all.

He felt a sense of oppression. Even though he was an experienced practitioner of the seventh level of Qi Refining who had experienced many hardships, he felt a little nervous.

"Now that you have done it, don't be afraid to take action. High risk means high reward."

The face of the leader, Taoist Chen Yue, was also gloomy. Chen Ergou seemed to be a tough nut to crack, but the situation was already difficult to deal with and it would be ridiculous to retreat halfway.

Instead, he became more determined and murderous, determined to kill Chen Ergou to prevent him from causing trouble for Hufeng Temple in the future.

"Yes, the road to the top of Huangfeng Valley will be opened by us."

Xiao Xingyun from Huangfeng Valley is also a ruthless person. The soil for cultivating immortals in Chen State is too barren, and there is not even a high-level inheritance.

Now that the opportunity has come, we must fight for it, even if it means being covered in blood.

Immediately afterwards, the attacks of the three sects' immortal cultivators all fell towards Chen Ergou.

"Whoosh"

Huang Kui of the Jinding Sect, after a period of hesitation, launched an extremely powerful counterattack. He threw out a "ground-supporting staff" that was like a mountain or a tree, heavy and solid. It came down from the sky and suppressed the heavy void.

"Buzz"

Xiao Xingyun from Huangfeng Valley used a jade flute as a magical instrument. The sound of the jade flute emitted by the wind could disturb people's minds. If people listened to the sound for a long time, their five senses would be disturbed and they would be unable to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

"bite"

Taoist Chenyue from Hufeng Temple threw out a precious pearl, which was as beautiful as the moon but had a metallic luster. It hit the void with a sound like a tsunami. If the immortal cultivator's body was hit, he would be shattered to pieces.

“Boom…”

The masters of the three sects have taken action, so the immortal cultivators they brought with them naturally have no reason to just stand by and watch.

All of a sudden, numerous spells, talismans, and magical instruments gathered into torrents, wreaking havoc on the world and shaking the foundations of thousands of mountains, trying to build a big tomb to bury Chen Ergou.

“Clang! Clang! Clang!”

Chen Ergou was caught in the raging tide of magic, his body standing still, like an ancient bell in the wind and rain, unshakable.

He stood on the top of the mountain, looking down on all the other mountains. The magic power and energy in his body kept rising upwards, as if it was going to connect to the sky, covering and suppressing the five directions and five elements.

clang.

clang.

clang.

The sword shadows were heavy, and the blessing sword slashed down continuously. Chen Ergou's figure was so fast that it could not be seen. All he knew was that he destroyed dozens of spells and was advancing rapidly in the aftermath of the wild magic power.

He used his magic power to lift up the supporting staff of the Jinding Sect's Huangkui from a distance and threw it away fiercely. He turned a deaf ear to the chaotic sound of Xiao Xingyun's jade flute from the Huangfeng Valley. With clear eyes, he took the opportunity to pull back the orb from Taoist Yue with the spine of his sword.

"This boy is vicious, don't be careless."

While Taoist Yue was twitching, Chen Ergou fought more and more courageously under the attack of the immortal cultivators from the three sects. Holding a magic sword, he was as majestic as a god in the aftermath of hundreds of layers of magic power.

This kind of person is too talented. If one of them is leaked, the world of immortal cultivation in the Chen Kingdom will definitely be overturned and destroyed in the future.

"Hufeng Temple, you guys are really haunting us."

Chen Ergou's eyes were as sharp as swords as he stared at Taoist Chen Yue. Whether it was the hunting order issued by the three sects or the fight on the Giant Chicken Peak, Hu Feng Guan was present.

He charged forward with a sword in hand, looking very aggressive and aggressive, without showing any sign of being under siege.

"Arrangement."

As soon as Taoist Chen Yue shouted, the thirty-six immortal cultivators from the Hufeng Temple immediately stepped on Xuanqi's feet, their qi and intentions intertwined, and condensed into a "Mountain Guarding Formation" in the void.

Their magical powers were released, and Chen Ergou's shoulders and body became heavy, as if he was carrying a towering and unshakable sacred mountain.

Chen Ergou used his magic power to fight against the Mountain Suppressing Formation. He could hear the sound of bones creaking from being compressed inside his body. His expression was very calm, and he looked at the formation with interest.

These thirty-six immortal cultivators from Hufeng Temple were truly carefully selected. They have profound magical powers and are of the same origin. The force they have combined is as solid as a rock, without a single flaw.

It can be seen that Hu Fengguan was determined to kill him.

So……

He had to return the favor.

"Fulong Flying Sword"

The Guangxiu Immortal Sect's unique martial arts appeared in the barren land of Chen State, bringing high-level suppression.

A sword flew across the sky, illuminating all directions.

It seemed as if a flying dragon was roaring in the void, and the sword energy soared into the sky, containing a strong and domineering will, and slashed on the mountain-suppressing formation.

"not good……"

As soon as the sword came out, Taoist Chen Yue's mind turned cold. He wanted to resist, but his hands and feet seemed to be out of control and he was actually frightened.

Phew…

The mountain-suppressing formation was broken, like a meteorite falling with thunder and fire, even the hardest eggshell would be shattered.

As a result, all thirty-six immortal cultivators from the Hufeng Temple were killed. Their corpses exploded and the blood mist was as thick as mist and rain, staining the rocks.

"If you want to destroy the foundation of my Hufeng Temple, I will fight you to the death."

The chief elder of Hufeng Temple, Taoist Chenyue, first felt a chill in his heart, and then his heart was filled with madness. He saw with his own eyes that Chen Ergou cut off the foundation of the sect with a single sword.

In this battle, Hufeng Temple lost all its elite troops and was reduced from a major immortal cultivation sect in the State of Chen to a sect with only a few big and small ones.

Crackling...

As Taoist Yue attacked him like a demon, strange noises came from his body. It was the result of his magic power being squeezed to the extreme, and cracks appeared in many of his meridians.

He didn't care at all and just wanted to use his strongest magic to kill Chen Ergou.

"Then let them be."

Chen Ergou killed thirty-six immortal cultivators with one sword. At this time, his energy was as high as a rainbow, and his spirit was extremely active, as if he had transcended the heaven and earth and was omnipotent.

This feeling was of course wrong, but his every move revealed a majestic calmness.

Boom! The battle between the two Qi Refining Level 7 cultivators was not as evenly matched as imagined. Chen Ergou's sword rolled up thousands of sword energies and enveloped the Taoist who had lost his mind.

He used his magic power to suppress the opponent, and his magic spells were stronger than the opponent's. Taoist Yue had no way to fight him, and was finally killed with a single sword.

"He is already at the end of his strength. Don't be cowardly."

Hufeng Temple is dead.

Xiao Xingyun of Huangfeng Valley was extremely shocked, but he felt that he still had a chance of winning.

Chen Ergou is an expert in magic, but as everyone knows, the more powerful the magic, the more mana it consumes. The mana stored in the dantian of a cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining is limited.

Chen Ergou, who had suppressed and killed the cultivator Hu Feng, must not have much magic power left, so they were bound to win.

"rational."

Huang Kui of the Jinding Sect nodded gloomily. The two sides had already become mortal enemies. If he didn't kill Chen Ergou today, he would have to sleep with one eye open.

"You don't understand what a genius of the Immortal Sect is."

Chen Ergou sneered, standing on the top of the mountain with an indifferent expression. He activated the mysterious power in his body, and tried to seize the spiritual energy from all directions. He refined it at a very fast speed and soon filled the deficit in his dantian.

Tianjiao, fighting above his level, is basically well-equipped in all aspects, and cannot be deduced by common sense.

He has never been an ordinary Qi Refining Level 7 cultivator.

“Wuwuwu…”

Chen Sheng seemed to have seen it: piles of corpses; the immortal cultivators from the three sects who had been chasing them had become wandering ghosts, killed by wild beasts in the mountains.

He took out a suona and started to play it. The sound was so mournful that it seemed as if he was funeralizing them.

(End of this chapter)