The Immortal Taoist Chapter 56: 8 Desolation!

"Haha, in this war, our Epee Sect will win! Even if those people join forces, they are not the opponent of the Sect Master, the Sect Master is powerful!"

"That's for sure, our sect master is the strongest in Ansan County. You see that the four of them joined forces to deal with our sect master, and they will all be killed, believe it or not?"

"Of course, didn't you see that kid was frightened? He stepped back so far, is he trying to escape? Give him such a talent, it's really a cost, he will die anyway!"

"If he does not die, he will definitely become a peerless powerhouse in the future. After all, he is only sixteen years old. It is indeed a pity.>＿﹎8＿w=www.yawen8.com"

"What's a pity? Just take the blame, and oppose our heavy sword gate. Their entire Sky Splitting Sword Sect will be destroyed. Can he survive?"

The disciples of the Epee Sect were all excitedly discussing. Their morale is getting stronger and stronger, and Zhong Luoyue's ability to defeat the elders of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Anshan Feiyu and others naturally boosted their confidence. Especially Zhong Luoyue, with one enemy four, can also severely damage Anshan Taiping.

Now Ling Dao has retreated to the rear, only Anshan Feiyu and the elder of the Tibetan Buddhist Pavilion are left to deal with Zhong Luoyue. Both of them have been injured, and they can show 80% of their strength, which is pretty good. If they continue to fight, their strength will only get worse.

"The mayfly shakes the tree, so you two want to block the master?"

The four mysterious iron swords were slashed down. The elders of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and Anshan Feiyu didn't even know which one was the real mysterious iron sword. The eyesight of the two of them is naturally not as good as Ling Dao. What they can do is to resist with all their strength and buy a moment for Ling Dao.

"Guardian of the mysterious turtle!"

The elder of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion roared, and the low-grade sword in his hand spun at the fastest speed. The vigorous sword aura and the original strength evolved into a huge mysterious tortoise, guarding his whole person inside. The two mysterious iron swords were cut on the tortoise shell of the mysterious turtle.

Two muffled sounds, the shadow of the mysterious turtle gradually faded and disappeared from the field. ﹎＞>雅>文吧﹎w`w·w=. =y`a-w-en8. com Fortunately, the mysterious shadow of the tortoise blocked Zhong Luoyue's attack. As a disciple of the Sixth-Rank force Heavenly Sword Sect, the elders of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion naturally knew a lot of swordsmanship, and their grades were not low.

"Both are ghosts?"

Blocking Zhong Luoyue's attack, the elder Zangjing Pavilion not only did not feel the slightest joy, but his face sank. He is stronger than Anshan Feiyu, and he has used the sword technique of mysterious turtle guardianship, even if a real mysterious iron sword attacks him, there is no big problem.

But if Zhong Luoyue used a real profound iron sword to attack Anshan Feiyu, it would be bad. Anshan Feiyu's injuries are now heavier than the elders of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and I am afraid that Zhong Luoyue cannot be stopped at all. It's right to think about it, Zhong Luoyue must first solve the weak, and then slowly deal with the strong. It's as if he had solved Anshan's peace before having the current situation.

"Thousands of mountains and mountains!"

The majestic mountains stood in front of Anshan Feiyu. It was a pity that it had no effect at all, and the profound iron sword destroyed all the mountains directly. The shadow of that mysterious iron sword disappeared after all the mountains disappeared.

However, Zhong Luoyue committed suicide while holding a mysterious iron sword. A sword swung, and a sea of ​​fire spread, and the fierce fire lang impacted in all directions, turning the entire world into a sea of ​​fire. He wanted to kill Ling Dao, so naturally he had to eliminate Anshan Feiyu and the elder of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

"Boom"

The mysterious iron sword smashed on Anshan Feiyu's sword, and the violent collision caused cracks in the low-grade sword in Anshan Feiyu's hand. It is a miracle that this low-grade sword can be supported up to now. If it continues, I am afraid it will be broken into pieces.

"Go away!"

Zhong Luoyue yelled coldly, the strength on the profound iron sword increased again, just swiping the sword, it was to beat Anshan Feiyu back again and again. The flames spread, and Anshan Feiyu almost burned into coke. Zhong Luoyue, who was really angry, was a bit scary indeed. ＿＿＿吧﹏w=w-w`. yawen8. com

An Shan Feiyu had bleeding from the corner of her mouth, and even a sword in her chest, dripping with blood and blood. If he is not a martial artist of the Origin Realm, and does not have a strong enough physical body, this kind of injury is enough to kill him. Now he can display only half of his heyday.

"Next, it's you!"

Zhong Luoyue glanced at the elder of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion coldly, and then the Xuan Tie Sword slammed down. The hundred-meter-sized sword light seemed to cut open the three mountains and five sacred mountains. Even if the sword light was high in the sky, the warriors of the Sky Realm and the Imperial Realm who were fighting below felt life threatening.

The huge mysterious tortoise phantom reappeared, guarding the elders of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. The mysterious iron sword slashed fiercely on the mysterious tortoise phantom, and sparks burst out. Ninety percent of the fire's original power screamed, and the mysterious iron sword smashed once again.

The majestic infuriating energy condensed a mountain-opening axe, slammed down, and the entire void seemed to be trembling. Zhong Luoyue was like an angry lion. The mysterious iron sword slashed again and again, finally breaking the mysterious turtle phantom, and even more fiercely smashing the elder of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

"Puff"

The elder of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion paled, and a blood spouted out of his mouth, which showed the severity of the injury. Anshan Feiyu had just been severely injured by Zhong Luoyue, and there was no way to support him at this time. The elder's chest seemed to be sunken in, and the sound of broken bones sounded.

In just a moment, the elders of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and Anshan Feiyu were hit hard by Zhong Luoyue. Zhong Luoyue's complexion was also a little pale. Even though he was not injured in the battle until now, his consumption was enormous. Fortunately, he is the pinnacle warrior of the Origin Realm, otherwise it is still unknown whether he can hold it.

Just when the elders of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and An Shan Feiyu desperately resisted Zhong Luoyue, Ling Dao was also ready. The swordsmanship he wants to use is extremely powerful, but unfortunately his current realm is too low. It is extremely reluctant to use it, and it takes time to brew.

He calmed his heart, raised his spirit, energy and spirit to the peak, and even used the sword power he had mastered. Above his head, lightning bolts condensed into the appearance of an ancient thunder dragon, with a majestic head and mighty dragon!

The true qi in his body rushed out frantically toward his hands, punching through his arms, full of anger. Twenty percent of the source of thunder is all used. Regardless of the true energy or the original strength, it will be exhausted after this sword. Fortunately, what he cultivates is the wild Zhuxian Jin, otherwise the true energy may not be enough.

Holding the hilt of the Xiaoyao Sword tightly with both hands, wearing a white cloth without wind, his black hair danced frantically, as if a young murderer had awakened. A pair of dazzling eyes, like the sharpest divine sword, can penetrate the void and get rid of falsehood!

At this moment, Zhong Luoyue in the distance finally rushed over. Whether it is the elder of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion or Anshan Feiyu, they have been beaten half to death, all covered in blood. If it weren't for Zhong Luoyue's eagerness to kill Ling Dao, I am afraid that both of them have been killed by Zhong Luoyue.

"Let the two of you live a little longer, and the master of the sect will avenge Taiqing first!"

At this moment, Zhong Luoyue was already standing in front of Ling Dao, Anshan Feiyu, the elder of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and Anshan Taiping were all seriously injured and basically unable to fight again. Ling Dao and Zhong Luoyue are the ones who really decide the outcome of this war.

A pair of eyes looked at Ling Dao and Zhong Luoyue. Whether it was a disciple of the Epee Sect or the disciple of the Sky Splitting Sword Sect, they were all nervous. It's just that the disciple of the Epee Sect is full of confidence, but the disciple of the Sky Splitting Sword Sect is extremely worried.

"It's finally about to decide the outcome? How could a ruthless kid be the opponent of our keeper?"

"I guess the sect master only needs a sword to split that kid in half!"

"Not necessarily, I see that the master hates Ling Dao so much, I'm afraid he will torture Ling Dao slowly and make Ling Dao better than death!"

The words of the disciples of the heavy sword gate made those disciples of the Sky Splitting Sword Sect look angry. Unfortunately, they were unable to refute that the previous combination of the elders of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Anshan Feiyu, Anshan Taiping and Ling Dao were not Zhong Luoyue's opponents. How could Ling Dao alone beat Zhong Luoyue?

"Is it true that the sky is going to kill my Heaven-Splitting Sword Sect?"

"Poor Ling Dao, such a Tianzong wizard, is going to die here. It is our Heaven-Splitting Sword Sect that has caused him!"

Duan Zhenghui and Johnson also both looked sad and angry. They all knew that Ling Dao was not Zhong Luoyue's opponent at all. They also have more than enough heart but not enough energy. Even if they want to save Ling Dao, they can't do it at all. Compared with Zhong Luoyue, they are too weak.

"Let the master think about it, is it better to cut off your left arm, right arm first, or cut off your two legs first?"

Zhong Luoyue sneered, his eyes flashed with pleasure, Ling Dao killed his son, he naturally wouldn't let Ling Dao die so happy. Only by making Ling Dao worse than life can he vent the resentment in his heart. Ling Dao asked him to send a white-haired person to a black-haired person. How could he make Ling Dao feel better?

"The Eight Desolation Kills!"

Zhong Luoyue's question~IndoMTL.com~Ling Dao did not respond, but spit out four words coldly. As his voice fell, Xiaoyao Sword suddenly burst into dazzling brilliance, thousands of sword auras, all over the void, filling the entire battlefield with a chilling aura.

Ling Dao slowly cut out a sword, Zhong Luoyue can see the movement track of the Xiaoyao sword clearly, like a snail crawling, ridiculously slow. However, Zhong Luoyue couldn't laugh at all, because he was horrified to find that his movements were slower, several times slower than Ling Dao.

In the eyes of everyone, Ling Dao didn't do anything, but Zhong Luoyue was frightened. This scene made everyone extremely puzzled. Didn't Ling Dao just say four words? Why did Zhong Luoyue become so scared?

At the next moment, the whole world seemed to lose its voice and brilliance. Only Zhong Luoyue saw a ray of light, a ray of light capable of shining thousands of miles around, like a small sun. When this light disappeared, the whole world returned to normal again.

Ling Dao and Zhong Luoyue still stood in place, keeping their original movements. Zhong Luoyue's hands clasped the profound iron sword tightly, as if he was about to start using the profound iron sword technique. However, just when he wanted to speak, his head split into two halves, and then his body split into two halves, and died on the spot!