The middle-aged monk carried Si Junyu and got closer to Gu Suqi and Perfected Lord Tian Chen.
In the blink of an eye, they were less than ten feet apart.
Unlike the suppressed excitement in Gu Suqi and Perfected Lord Tian Chen's eyes, the middle-aged monk was extremely calm and his eyes were deep without any emotions.
When he got closer, the middle-aged monk tossed Si Junyu towards Perfected Lord Tian Chen in a seemingly casual manner.
Perfected Lord Tian Chen's eyes shone brightly as he reached out to catch it hurriedly.
On the other side, Gu Suqi could not help but burst into laughter.
"Haha …"
All of a sudden!
Gu Suqi's laughter stopped abruptly!
From the corner of his eyes, he caught sight of a figure following closely behind Si Junyu. Suddenly, the figure closed in with a ferocious glint in his eyes, as though he was an ancient demon that was about to devour someone!
Psst!
Gu Suqi sucked in a cold breath.
That middle-aged monk had the intention to kill Genying Zhenjun!
How dare he!
How would a mere Jin Dan realm cultivator dare to attack Genying Zhenjun?!
"Hand over your life!"
Suddenly, the middle-aged monk opened his mouth and let out a suffocating killing intent. He reached out with a thick palm that covered the skies and stirred the winds.
Gu Suqi merely felt his vision darken and a huge shadow loomed over his head, as though dark clouds were pressing down on him!
"You have a death wish!"
Gu Suqi gripped his sword in reverse and slashed viciously in front of him!
The two of them were way too close.
Before he could release his sword technique completely, Su Zimo's left hand had already gripped Gu Suqi's wrist!
No matter how profound his sword technique was, it was useless at this moment.
At this distance, it was a battle of melee combat strength and the strength of one's physique!
Gu Suqi's expression changed starkly and a look of panic finally flashed through his eyes.
His wrist was locked tightly by the middle-aged monk and he could not break free at all.
It was only at this moment that he realized how frightening the middle-aged monk's physique was!
The middle-aged monk's melee combat strength was enough to threaten his life!
Gu Suqi was Genying Zhenjun.
If it was a normal fight, he would not have given the middle-aged monk a chance to close in with his spirit consciousness and Dharmic powers.
Given the current situation, being closed in by the middle-aged monk was equivalent to being closed in by a pure-blooded ferocious beast. If anything went wrong, they would die on the spot!
Most of the Cultivators were physically weak, far weaker than the demons.
Therefore, cultivators would use spirit spells, spells, spirit weapons, and other means to constantly widen the distance between them and demonic beasts to prevent them from getting close.
But once a demonic beast got close to the cultivator, the cultivator would be in danger!
Perfected Lord Tian Chen had just caught Si Junyu and was unable to help at all.
At this moment, Gu Suqi could only rely on himself!
The timing of the middle-aged monk's attack was simply too exquisite.
Even if he had been a little faster or a little slower, it would not have resulted in such a situation.
Crack!
The middle-aged monk did not give Gu Suqi any time to react and directly crushed the latter's wrist!
"Ah!"
Gu Suqi cried out in pain, cold sweat dripping down instantly.
Whoosh!
At the same time, the middle-aged monk's sky-covering hand descended, erupting with a tragic aura that could suppress everything.
Gu Suqi's wrist was crushed and his head froze for a moment. By the time he reacted, the middle-aged monk's palm had already descended on his head.
In a hurry, he could only raise his arm to block.
Crack! Crack!
Crack! In that brief collision, Gu Suqi's arm was snapped instantly by the middle-aged monk's palm!
The palm did not stop there and slammed down heavily on Gu Suqi's head!
Bang!
Brains splattered!
Gu Suqi's eyes widened and a series of cracks appeared on his face.
His head was almost crushed by the middle-aged monk's palm!
His Essence Spirit was shattered and he was deader than dead!
Genying Zhenjun was dead!
If Gu Suqi who was in the center of the battlefield could not react in time, the others were even more stunned.
Be it Ji Yaoxue's side or Si Junyu's side, none of them expected the tides to change on the battlefield. In less than a single breath, Genying Zhenjun was dead!
What was even more frightening was that the massacre did not stop!
"Demon monk, how dare you!"
Perfected Lord Tian Chen had just placed Si Junyu down when he saw that. In his shock, he could not help but be enraged!
"Why wouldn't I dare?!"
After killing Gu Suqi, the middle-aged monk did not pause at all. With a single stride, he arrived before Perfected Lord Tian Chen and hollered, "You're the one I'm going to kill!"
When he heard that, Perfected Lord Ming Ze shuddered.
You're the one I'm going to kill. Those words meant that the middle-aged monk had wanted to kill the two Genying Zhenjun right from the beginning!
The reason why the monk captured Si Junyu alive was not to use him as a bargaining chip for negotiations.
The reason why he captured Si Junyu alive was for this moment!
Right from the beginning, he had no intention of letting the two Genying Zhenjun off!
This person really had guts as big as the sky!
On the battlefield.
Perfected Lord Tian Chen spun the sword in his hands and aimed it at the middle-aged monk's heart, stabbing it viciously as he said coldly, "You don't know what's good for you!"
The sword beam was sharp and sharp, enough to destroy everything!
That was Genying Zhenjun's Dharmic weapon.
Although the middle-aged monk's physique was strong and he could snap superior-grade spirit weapons with a single finger, he could not withstand the sharpness of a Dharmic weapon.
Against the sharpness of a sword cultivator, he could only retreat.
However, the moment he retreated, the distance between them would increase and he would no longer have the chance to kill Genying Zhenjun.
"Om!"
A resolute look flashed through the middle-aged monk's eyes as he chanted Sanskrit.
The voids trembled.
Perfected Lord Tian Chen's sword paused for a moment.
However, that slight pause was imperceptible and had almost no effect.
The middle-aged monk did not slow down and merely tilted his body slightly, continuing to lunge towards Perfected Lord Tian Chen.
"Pfft!"
Although the sword that was initially aimed at his heart deviated slightly, it still pierced the middle-aged monk's chest viciously!
A flash of blood appeared.
The middle-aged monk was oblivious and his eyes shone fiercely as he continued charging forward despite the piercing of the sword!
Perfected Lord Ming Ze and the others could clearly see a bloodied sword protruding from the back of the middle-aged monk.
Although the sword did not manage to pierce the middle-aged monk's heart …
However, the sword was merely inches away from the heart!
As long as Perfected Lord Tian Chen flicked his wrist, the sword would be enough to crush the middle-aged monk's heart!
Right then, the middle-aged monk endured the piercing of the sword and arrived before Perfected Lord Tian Chen, swinging his arm!
Although the arm looked limp, it resembled the trunk of an ancient divine elephant. With a thud, it let out a crisp sound in midair and coiled around Perfected Lord Tian Chen's head, flinging it viciously! Crack!
Crack! Crack!
Crack! Perfected Lord Tian Chen's head spun a couple of times on his neck before coming to a stop. His eyeballs bulged and he had long stopped breathing.
Victory was clear.
Life and death were decided.
Perfected Lord Tian Chen's neck had long been shattered against that power.
His brain was also turned into mush by the shock and his Essence Spirit was destroyed.
Right before his death, he gripped the hilt of his sword tightly with his palm.
However, he was still too slow and did not manage to crush the middle-aged monk's heart.
This was the edge of melee combat!
If he was a single step slower, even if it was just a split second, one would live and the other would die!
Life and death were decided in that split second!
Perfected Lord Ming Ze could not believe how the middle-aged monk would be feeling Just Now right in the middle of the battlefield.
Even though he was an outsider, he was already drenched in cold sweat from nervousness!
This was truly a gamble!
If Perfected Lord Tian Chen was a single step faster, the middle-aged monk would be the one lying on the ground right now.
However, on second thought, it seemed like that was the only choice and decision that could kill Perfected Lord Tian Chen!
"What a frightening monk. Just who is he?"
Perfected Lord Ming Ze looked at the back view of the middle-aged monk and felt more fear than shock!
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