Chapter 1254
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Hearing Xiu Ren's provocative and disdainful tone, Zhuo Yongsi frowned imperceptibly.
He was polite to Xiu Ren out of consideration for their old friendship.
However, there was a great disparity between their statuses. Not only did this Xiu Ren not realize it, but he was also so arrogant. In that case, the few remaining concerns in his heart could be ignored.
Thinking of this, Zhuo Yongsi smiled faintly and said, "I have been cultivating in the War God Temple for more than a year, but my skills are not good enough. I don't know how to control my strength. If I accidentally hurt Senior Xiu, I hope Senior Xiu will forgive me."
Xiu Ren was stunned, then flew into a rage.
"What arrogance! Then let me try!"
Letting out a roar, Xiu Ren quickly merged with the battle beast in his body. His eyes immediately turned bright yellow like those of the Beast Race. At the same time, the pressure on his body increased sharply. Nine Chain Chains flew out from his sleeves. The moment this strange weapon flew out, the cloud platform shook, and the petals of the Phantom Cherry Blossoms flew back into the sky.
This was Xiu Ren's famous magical weapon. The Chain Chains were ever-changing. It could bind, defend, kill … Under the control of its owner's spiritual energy, it was flexible and flexible. It had successfully intercepted and killed several Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators.
Tsk …
Zhuo Yongsi raised the corner of his mouth. Without thinking, he took out the Holy Sword from between his eyebrows!
Boom!
Just as everyone was breaking out in cold sweat for Zhuo Yongsi, the huge Holy Sword suddenly fell from the sky!
The blazing white light mercilessly deprived everyone of the light in their eyes. The powerful sword Qi shook the swords on everyone's waists and caused them to fall to the ground. They bounced continuously as if they had been crushed by the Sword Master and lost their spirituality.
"Oh my god …"
The sound of people sucking in a breath of cold air rose one after another, and the strong light made everyone's faces pale.
At this moment, Wan Shuirong and Wu Hefeng's eyes fell into remembrance. It was as if they could see the mighty Boundless War God returning to the earth with his sword!
The two of them could not help but tear up!
This aura, this pressure, it was too familiar and nostalgic!
The white light flashed, and the Chain Chains were sent flying to the side. It seemed that the magical weapon was not damaged because it was restraining its strength. However, Xiu Ren had already fallen from the cloud platform like a wooden stake. Several of his teeth were broken. His face was ashen as he looked up at Zhuo Yongsi, who was standing in the cloud with his hands behind his back.
Defeated …
Moreover, he had lost too quickly!
Just a second ago, he was still angry, but the next second, he was slapped in the face. How was he going to show his face in the East Palace Hall in the future?
Thinking of this, Xiu Ren was so angry that he almost fainted.
"Senior Brother Xiu, thanks for letting me win."
After that strike, Zhuo Yongsi retracted all of his aura. He looked elegant, modest, and polite. The mountain winds swirled up his clothes, revealing the beautiful curling grass beneath his plain blue robe. The giant holy sword was still floating above his head. Sometimes it would split into two holy swords, one bright and one dark, and sometimes it would fuse into one. It was divine and dignified.
"So this is the successor of a Divine Devil …" The disciples of the Eastern Palace had their mouths wide open, and their faces were filled with astonishment and envy.
"Core Formation … against a Nascent Soul, victory in one move!" With this thought, everyone felt as if their worldview was about to collapse!
Previously, they only knew that the matter of the Divine Devil Ten Bladed Sons was a hot topic in Dongling. After that, more and more Bladed Sons appeared in the Warlord Temple. At first, everyone was just jealous of this identity, but they never expected that in just one or two years, the cultivation of the Ten Bladed Sons had increased so much compared to ordinary cultivators!
Seeing that the first battle had ended so easily, even Wan Shuirong and Wu Hefeng were a little embarrassed.
Only Lian Zichuo was half lying on his chair, smiling wickedly.
This was indeed the first time he brought the Ten Bladed Sons out of the mountain to fight with the Heaven's Favored Cultivators. If he didn't act domineeringly, how could he show off his imposing manner?
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