Ancient Devouring Technique

Chapter 1231: Sweeping Two Realms in a Row
The silver sword energy dissipated, and the old man's figure disappeared completely, being chopped into ashes.

Ye Xuan originally wanted to rescue people, but was stopped by Ying Tianzhu.

For a true swordsman, a fair duel is necessary. In the old man's mind, dying of old age is worse than dying quickly.

Life is a sword, death is a sword!
As sword cultivators, we would rather die in battle than live on our knees! !
How lamentable and admirable!

"asshole!"

Sun He couldn't hold back his anger any longer and yelled loudly.

Next, Sun He, with a gloomy face, sent people to fight one after another.

Four more Saint Kings of the Ministry of War challenged in succession.

However, without exception, all of them were killed by Chen Wuji.

Chen Wuji from Zhongtian Continent killed seven people from Tianwu Continent in succession, showing his incomparable strength.

"it is good!"

"As expected of me, a Zhongtian martial artist!!"

The momentum of the martial artists in Zhongtian Continent soars into the sky.

As for the Tianwu cultivators, their morale was low and their faces looked grim.

Ye Xuan also had a gloomy expression. This situation occurred in the first realm competition, which was extremely disadvantageous to the Tianwu group of cultivators.

Chen Wuji stood in the middle of the field and glanced at the Tianwu group of cultivators. He smiled contemptuously and said, "Does anyone else dare to fight?"

The Tianwu group of practitioners suddenly fell silent.

None of our martial artists who are at the third level of the Saint King realm can fight against this person.

Sending more people into the field would only be a way to die!

"Hahaha……!
Seeing that no one challenged him anymore, Chen Wuji finally couldn't help laughing and said proudly: "Among all the Tianwu warriors, there is not even one person of the same weight who can fight with all his strength. How boring!"

Chen Wu Ji laughed and shook his head, then turned around and went back.

Commander Sun was extremely angry. The next moment, another person walked out from the Zhongtian martial artists.

He was a burly man wearing black armor, and his footsteps made dull "dong dong" sounds.

"Zhao Zhan from Zhongtian Continent has the sixth-level cultivation of Saint King Realm. Who from Tianwu Continent with the same level of cultivation dares to fight him?"

The big man spoke in a loud voice, his eyes looking contemptuous at the people of Tianwu.

At this moment, many of the Tianwu cultivators were filled with fighting spirit.

Although they were defeated miserably in the battle of the third level of Saint King Realm cultivation, they might not lose in other serious battles.

There was a gleam in Sun He's eyes, but he didn't say a word. He believed that these cultivators at the sixth level of the Heavenly Martial Saint King realm would not retreat.

really.

The next moment, a figure rushed out.

When Ye Xuan saw this person, his eyes moved. This person was actually the Holy King of the Luo family.

Luo Zhen flashed to the center of the field, standing opposite Zhao Zhan several dozen feet away.

"I, Luo Zhen, will come to meet you!"

Luo Zhen looked at Zhao Zhan opposite him and spoke.

As soon as he finished speaking, his whole body burst into energy, and powerful holy power surged through his body.

Zhao Zhan stared at Luo Zhen, sneered, and said, "With your ability, you can only take five of my moves at most!"

Zhao Zhan looked arrogant and his words were full of contempt.

"Five moves?"

When Luo Zhen heard this, his face turned grim. How crazy! Too crazy!
"Humph! I won't kill you, but I will refine you into a puppet and you will never be reincarnated! I will let you know what will happen to me!"

Luo Zhen smiled grimly, but his expression became solemn.

If the other party dares to say five moves, he must have something to rely on.

Zhao Zhan curled his lips: "A tiny pearl can compete with the bright moon, and you still want to refine me? Go to hell!"

boom!
Zhao Zhan stepped on the ground and rushed forward like a fierce beast. He came close to Luo Zhen and punched him. He shouted, "First move of the Crazy Fist."

The punch was as powerful as lightning, with a ferocious momentum and made a sharp whistling sound.

Luo Zhen's face changed and he also threw a punch.

boom!
Two fists hit each other.

In an instant, he slid backwards ten feet, let out a roar from his throat, opened his mouth wide, and a purple electric ball the size of a child's head shot out.

Just when the purple electric ball was about to hit Zhao Zhan, Zhao Zhan's figure suddenly disappeared strangely. Luo Zhen was surprised and was about to look for the opponent's trace, but he heard a clear shout from behind, "Crazy Fist Second Style."

A sense of danger suddenly struck Luo Zhen's heart. He wanted to dodge, but it was too late. He could only let out a low roar, and a black light suddenly appeared on his body, revealing a layer of shiny black armor.

The appearance is somewhat similar to the Dark Demon Armor, but it has been shrunk countless times and is only the size of a human.

'boom! ’

An incomparable force hit Luo Zhen's back, breaking the black armor. Luo Zhen's body was thrown into the air, slid hundreds of feet in the air, and fell heavily at the feet of the Zhongtian group of cultivators who were watching the battle.

"Haha, the defense is pretty good, but it's also useless!"

"Are all the characters in Tianwu Continent like this kind of trash?"

The Zhongtian group of cultivators looked at Luo Zhen under their feet and laughed.

Luo Zhen was shocked, angry and ashamed. He stood up shakily from the ground with blood at the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, he already regretted it. If he had known that Zhao Zhan was so powerful, he would not have stepped forward.

He originally wanted to become famous in one battle, become well-known in other continents, and then get the attention of the Queen, but he found that he was daydreaming.

Just when Luo Zhen wanted to surrender.

"Die! Crazy Fist Third Style!"

boom!
A huge fist shadow slammed down, and Luo Zhen's body was instantly shattered into pieces, turning into a pool of rotten meat, deader than dead.

He didn't even have the chance to surrender or even defect to the enemy before he was killed by Zhao Zhan.

Ye Xuan shook his head slightly. As soon as Zhao Zhan threw the first punch, he knew that Luo Zhen was bound to lose.

Swish!
As soon as Luo Zhen died, another person from the Tianwu side rushed out.

Ye Xuan had seen this person before. He was the young Saint King of the Ministry of War who had led the team into Purgatory to wipe out the five alien races.

He was a top-notch expert of the same weight and strength in the Ministry of War. He could no longer hold back and rushed into the field without saying a word. He swung the sword in his hand and slashed with a torrent of sword light, engaging in a fierce battle with Zhao Zhan.

His swordsmanship was extremely fierce and domineering, he chopped straight and unstoppable.

Zhao Zhan’s boxing skills are endless, with one punch better than the other.

For a moment, swords flashed everywhere, fists whistled, and the two men fought to a stalemate, and both were evenly matched.

Ye Xuan showed admiration in his eyes. He was one with the sword and his sword skills showed that this young man from the Ministry of War had a resolute character. Whether he won or lost, he was worthy of admiration.

"Although there are rotten fish in the Ministry of War, most of them are like Lin Zejie, with upright character. It is not impossible for them to join the team." Ye Xuan thought to himself.

The martial artists from both continents were watching the fight intently in complete silence.

"The fifth form of the Crazy Fist!"

"Sixth Style of Crazy Fist!"

"Mad Fist Eleventh Style!"

"Strike mountains and rivers with force!"

"The sword breaks the universe!"

……

The two men attacked fiercely, with bursts of roars from heaven and earth. If it weren't for the protection of the barrier here, the earth would have cracked and the mountains would have collapsed.

The warriors on both sides held their breath and thought to themselves, "These two are probably the most powerful warriors!"

A full half hour later.

boom!
The young man from the Ministry of War finally ran out of strength and was knocked back dozens of feet by Zhao Zhan's punch.

He smiled bitterly and said, "I lost."

Zhao Zhan snorted coldly, looking a little unhappy, and said, "The fact that you can take my 100-style wild punch shows that you are also a top-level genius in combat power. You have enough to be proud of yourself!"

Zhao Zhan did not continue fighting. Since the opponent had already admitted defeat, and with the opponent's fighting power, he wanted to leave, and he really couldn't stop him.

Zhao Zhan swallowed a pill, rested for a while, and said loudly again, "Who else dares to fight me!?"

The martial artists at the sixth level of the Saint King Realm in Tianwu were all silent. From watching the battle before, they already knew that Zhao Zhan was no match for them and that going up would only lead to their deaths.

The Tianwu practitioners smiled bitterly, feeling a burning sensation on their faces as they were swept through two realms in a row.

Commander Sun sighed lightly. Fortunately, he could choose the Tianwu Continent for the next two realms of cultivation.

(End of this chapter)