Chapter 531
Words:1751Update:22/06/18 01:31:58
The more Ancient Battle Dragon Blood Essence Chu Fengmian condensed, the more powerful his Dragon Clan Martial Skill would be.
By the time Chu Fengmian condensed all 129,600 drops of Ancient Battle Dragon Blood Essence Chu Fengmian.
The Dragon Clan Martial Skill that Chu Fengmian used would be no different from a real Ancient Battle Dragon.
An incomparably huge Battle Dragon Claw descended from the sky. The expressions of the three Desolate Ancient Sect disciples changed drastically. They frantically circulated their power to resist the Battle Dragon Claw.
"Rumble!"
As the claw descended, the three of them exerted all their strength, but the impact caused their blood vessels to churn.
How powerful was an Ancient Battle Dragon? It could probably shatter a mountain range with a single claw.
Although Chu Fengmian couldn't do that, his Battle Dragon Art had reached minor completion. It was far from what the three of them could contend against.
"How could this be? The three of them wanted to save Rong Bei, but were sent flying by this person? "
"One against three, and he still has the upper hand! These three aren't ordinary people. They are Desolate Ancient Sect disciples. Are my eyes playing tricks on me? "
The martial artists of the north region couldn't believe what they were seeing.
First, Wang Zhi was killed by Chu Fengmian's palm. Next, Rong Bei was forced to retreat under Chu Fengmian's sword.
Now, even the three Desolate Ancient Sect disciples were sent flying by Chu Fengmian's Battle Dragon Claw.
In fact, many of them even felt that they were dreaming. Was all of this really something a cultivator at the fourth level of the divine force realm could achieve?
Even a fourth level Life and Death Realm martial artist wouldn't be able to do this.
"Even with the strength of the three of us, we were still sent flying. How can this person be so strong?"
One of the Desolate Ancient Sect disciples was sent flying. His body trembled, and his face was filled with shock.
They were all Desolate Ancient Sect disciples. When they came to the north region, they didn't put anyone in their eyes.
In their opinion, even the famous geniuses in the north region were just ordinary people. They were even trash and ants.
Wang Zhi and Rong Bei's defeat could be said to be a coincidence.
But now that the three of them had joined forces, they were actually sent flying by Chu Fengmian. This was no longer a coincidence.
A disciple of the Desolate Ancient Sect shouted.
"No matter what, we have to save Rong Bei. Wang Zhi is dead. If Rong Bei dies, we will all be punished by the sect!"
Every disciple of the Barren Ancient Sect was an elite. The death of Wang Zhi, who had a special bloodline, was already a big deal. If Rong Bei died as well, it would be a big deal.
The three of them looked at each other and nodded at the same time. At the same time, a powerful aura burst out.
"The Great Dao of Desolation!"
Under this majestic aura, an incomparably huge Great Dao was formed. Before this Great Dao, it was as if everything in the world was about to be suppressed.
"Brat, I'll give you a chance now. Let Rong Bei go, and we'll spare your life. We'll just suppress you and bring you to the sect for trial!"
A Desolate Ancient Sect disciple stood on the Desolate Ancient Avenue, looking down at Chu Fengmian.
"This is your last chance. Don't be stubborn. No matter how strong you are, only death awaits you if you dare to go against the seven sects."
"Who do you think you are? What are the seven sects? Only death awaits? Today, I'd like to see who's going to die! "
The killing intent in Chu Fengmian's eyes intensified.
How dare they use the seven sects to threaten Chu Fengmian. They had touched his reverse scale.
He hated the seven sects to the core. Now that the three of them had used the seven sects to threaten Chu Fengmian, they had touched his reverse scale.
"Die, all of you! Today, none of you will live! "
Chu Fengmian roared. With a thought, the power of the sword became stronger. It swept across the countless forces and suppressed Rong Bei's last bit of space.
"Ah! I'm from the seven sects! I'm a disciple of the Desolate Ancient Sect. If anyone dares to kill me, the Desolate Ancient Sect will kill you forever! "
Rong Bei looked at Chu Fengmian and roared loudly.
However, his threat would only hasten his death.
"Die!"
Chu Fengmian sneered.
The sword in Chu Fengmian's hand fell bit by bit. Rong Bei's last bit of space disappeared.
Rong Bei's body was broken into pieces. In the secret chamber, only his miserable screams were left.
"Kill him!"
"He really killed him!"
Rong Bei's miserable screams were heard. Countless people present looked at Chu Fengmian as if they were looking at a real madman.
Killing two disciples of the Sect of the Desolate Ancient Sect in front of everyone was a lunatic.
No, even a madman would hesitate and not dare to take action when he heard that the Desolate Ancient Sect was one of the seven sects.
Even the devil of the Earth Demon Sect could only flatter and treat him as a distinguished guest when he heard the name of the seven sects.
The seven sects were giants that had been rooted in the Nine Regions for tens of thousands of years. How powerful were they? No one would be able to shake them.
Any force, any expert, and even many solitary experts had to give face to the seven sects.
But now, under the threat of the three disciples of the Desolate Ancient Sect, Chu Fengmian still killed Rong Bei without hesitation.
This action showed that he had never taken the seven sects and the Desolate Ancient Sect seriously.
Arrogance and arrogance were no longer enough to describe Chu Fengmian.
There was only one word that could describe Chu Fengmian. He was as crazy as a madman.
"Damn it!"
When the three disciples of the Desolate Ancient Sect heard Rong Bei's miserable screams, their faces were full of anger.
"Little bastard, you've done well. How dare you kill a disciple of the Desolate Ancient Sect? How dare you belittle the dignity of the Desolate Ancient Sect?
"Little bastard, just wait for the endless pursuit of the Ancient Desolation Sect! No, the seven sects have a common enemy! What you're waiting for is the endless pursuit of the seven great sects! "
A disciple of the Desolate Ancient Sect shouted angrily at Chu Fengmian.
"So what if you are a disciple of the Beimang Academy? The Beimang Academy can't protect you! No matter where you run to, you will still die! "
"Let's go!"
With that, the disciple of the Desolate Ancient Sect turned around and was about to leave.
"Wait, did I allow you to leave?"
An icy voice could be heard.
With a wave of Chu Fengmian's hand, countless barriers sealed off the entire secret chamber.
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