However, the person who was even more surprised was the Nine Nether Sword Saint.

He took all his strength, and even the sword Dao Xuangang was activated, but he was still blocked by Ling Quan Shaojun. The sword Dao Xuangang only penetrated the divine pattern in the palm of Ling Quan Shaojun's palm, and did not seriously injure Ling Quan Shaojun.

This kind of defense is terrible.

"You have to die."

The evil spirit in the young master Lingquan's body was like dozens of rivers surging, making roars, and the light emitted by divine patterns on the surface of his skin became even more dazzling.

His other hand clenched into a fist and punched the Jiuyou Sword Saint in the abdomen.

"Swish."

Nine holy swords flew out from the eyebrows of the Nine Nether Sword Saint.

The Nine Swords, which present nine different colors, are connected into a nine-colored stegosaurus, colliding with the fist of the young master Ling Quan.

"Boom."? The next moment, the Nine Nether Sword Saint was beaten backwards.

The nine holy swords also flew out, inserted into the sea, distributed in nine directions around the Nine Nether Sword Saint. There was still a sky-surgent sword energy gushing out from the Nine Nether Swords, representing the endless sword intent of the Nine Nether Sword Saint.

There was a trace of holy blood hanging on the corner of Jiuyou Sword Saint's mouth, and he was obviously seriously injured.

Both of them are the cultivation level of the half-step Saint King, but Young Master Lingquan has the highest and perfect physique. In this regard, the Nine Nether Sword Saint is far from comparable to him.

What's more, the divine pattern on the young master Lingquan also has the blessing of divine patterns, which makes the gap between them even bigger. Even if the Nine Nether Sword Saint practiced Sword Eight to the Great Perfection, it would not be able to make up for that gap.

Young Master Ling Quan raised his right hand and looked at the two-inch-long blood mark on the palm of his hand. He felt a violent pain coming from the wound.

Just now, the sword of the Nine Nether Sword Saint not only destroyed the divine pattern in the palm of Ling Quan Shaojun, but also left a sword energy in his body, making it difficult for the wound on his palm to heal.

The sword aura also spreads towards the wrist and arms.

"It's really damn." Young Master Ling Quan cursed inwardly.

Jiuyou Sword Saint wiped the bloody marks on the corner of his mouth, and a smile still appeared on his face: "It's not bad, it's quite powerful."

Young Master Ling Quan took out a bronze fist glove and put it on his palm, looking down at the Jiuyou Sword Saint and Zhang Ruochen, and said, "Your strength is pretty good, let's go together!"

"Why do you need Zhang Ruochen to take action? I can take you down alone?" Jiuyou Sword Saint said.

Young Master Ling Quan was a little disdainful and said in a deep voice: "You overestimate your ability. Your swordsmanship is indeed powerful, but I am afraid that I was injured by my young master's move, Mianshi Liukill boxing, right? If you continue fighting, you will be beaten into meat paste by my young master."

Zhang Ruochen saw that the Nine Nether Sword Saint was not really overestimating his abilities, but wanted to constantly oppress himself by fighting against the enemy Ling Quan Shaojun, and look for opportunities to break through the realm of the Saint King.

At the beginning, Jiuyou Sword Saint accepted the appointment of Xuanji Sword Saint, and it was also with this purpose.

Unfortunately, the battle was because Xuan Ji Sword Saint was hit by the blood poison of the King of the Great, and the battle ended as soon as it began. The Nine Nether Sword Saint ended in failure when it hit the realm of the Holy King.

The Nine Nether Sword Saint naturally knew that the gap between him and Young Master Ling Quan was quite large. If he really wanted to continue fighting, the final result was very likely to be as Young Master Ling Quan said, he was beaten to death and turned into a pool of blood mud.

But the Nine Nether Sword Saint had no choice but to fight to the death.

If he cannot break through to the realm of the Holy King, he is still dead.

Instead of waiting for old age to die, it is better to fight a fierce battle before death.

It was precisely because of the intention of the Nine Nether Sword Saint that Zhang Ruochen did not intervene, but instead retreated quickly, preparing to join forces with Magic Yin, fight quickly and seize the wall of merit book.

"Walk."

In the distance, Dongliu Sword Master, Blood Spirit Feng, and Li Mu glanced at the battlefield between Lingquan Shaojun and Jiuyou Sword Master, and then joined forces to activate a shuttle-shaped holy weapon.

The three of them flew to the cloud shuttle at the same time, breaking through and running away at a speed of hundreds of times the speed of sound.

The three of them escaped, but they were too injured and had to escape.

But there was another bigger reason, because, at that time, they saw that continuing to fight with the eight first-class marquis was undoubtedly helping Zhang Ruochen seize the wall of merit.

They are all smart people who do wedding dresses for others, so they naturally won’t do it.

The wall of merit book fell into the hands of Young Master Ling Quan, which was better than that of Zhang Ruochen.

"These three guys..."

Zhang Ruochen was a little helpless, but his eyes became even sharper.

After Dongliu Jian Zun, Xue Lingfeng, and Li Mu escaped, no one continued to restrain the eight first-class marquis. They formed a circle of encirclements and rushed towards the direction of the wall of merit book.

"Zhang Ruochen, all your companions have escaped, why don't you escape?"

The Evil Marquis let out a loud laugh and in an instant, he rushed to Zhang Ruochen's hundred feet. The other seven first-class marquis obviously regarded Zhang Ruochen as the number one enemy and all surrounded him.

Zhang Ruochen was naturally happy to see such a situation. As long as he could keep all the eight first-class marquises, Mo Yin should be able to take away the wall of merit book soon.

"You guys can force me to escape?"

Zhang Ruochen stood there, stepping on a piece of sycamore tree branch, and his whole body remained motionless, as quiet as an ancient pine.

Qianyuhou is a Rakshasa woman who practices martial arts. She is wearing a white feather suit and feathers that are like sword blades flowing under her feet and turning into a torrent of feathers.

The sound of feathers flying is like a sword.

Qianyu Hou said: "The three top masters of Dongliu Sword Master, Blood Spirit Wind, and Li Mu are not our opponents. Just you alone, in our hands, can you last for half a quarter of an hour?"

"After three breaths, knock him down." Xue Yuhou said.

The eight first-class marquis used holy energy at the same time, some used holy artifacts, and some were actuating holy tools.

However, Zhang Ruochen took action first than them, and the first target to attack was the most powerful Xie Baihou, the eight first-class marquis.

“So fast.”

Xie Baihou only felt a flash of figure in front of him. Zhang Ruochen was already standing within five feet of his hand, and the black heavy sword in his hand slashed down with the sound of wind and thunder.

The Evil Baihou had to support the shield made of the Great Sage bones to resist the ancient sword of the Chenyuan.

"Bang."? Xie Baihou felt like an iron mountain hitting the shield. The fingers of both hands seemed to be broken, and his body was uncontrollably flew backwards.

After slashing out the sword, Zhang Ruochen glanced behind him.

In order to rescue Xie Baihou, the Blood Rain Marquis had already chased him within twenty feet of his back.

"It's this distance."

The time marks around Zhang Ruochen's body trembled, like light spots gathering towards him.

"Zi Jian."

This is one of the third level of Time Sword Technique, the 12-hour Sword Technique.

At this moment, time ceases.

Zhang Ruochen attacked with a sword. Before Xueyuhou could react, his body had been penetrated by the ancient sword of Chenyuan. At the same time, a large amount of pure divine fire gushed out from Zhang Ruochen's palm and rushed into Xueyuhou's body along the sword body.

"Ah...Is this the sword technique of time..."

Xue Yuhou's face became distorted and he shouted.

Zhang Ruochen did not answer him, what is there to say with a dead person?

"Bang."

A large amount of sword energy flew out from the ancient sword of Chenyuan, tearing the body of Xueyuhou tore apart.

A moment later, those remains were burned to ashes by the Jingmiao Divine Fire.

The vitality of the first-class marquis is indeed very strong, but when encountering the Jingmiao Divine Fire, no matter how powerful the vitality is, it is still a dead end.

The remaining seven first-class marquis all took a breath, obviously being suppressed by the sword technique of time.

Both of the first-class marquis, the current fate of the Blood Rain Marquis may not be their next fate. Time sword technique and the Jingmiao Divine Fire are too terrible. Without the protection of the divine pattern, how can you resist it?

Zhang Ruochen stood in the center of the seventh-class marquis and said indifferently: "Who wants the next one to die under my sword?"

Xie Baihou's eyes were solemn and calm, and he said, "Don't be afraid, even the time sword technique takes time to display it. The Jingmiao Divine Fire is not completely irresistible. Previously, did Marquis Cheng Xuan save his life in the Jingmiao Divine Fire? Even if one of us first-class Marquis can kill him even if one of us makes a move."

Zhang Ruochen took out the Buddha's relics, stimulated the original power in the relics, beat it out, and attacked the Xie Baihou.

Xie Baihou pressed his hands on the Great Sage Bone Shield, stimulating a trace of Great Sage's power in the shield. Then, a phantom of the Great Sage rushed out of the shield.

"Boom."

The relics shattered the shadow of the Great Sage, collided with the Great Sage Bone Shield, and then bombarded the Evil Baihou Hou out. This time, the Evil Baihou’s mouth spit out blood, and his arms were shaken to the point where the blood patterns were cracked.

The other six first-class marquises all used holy artifacts and holy weapons to attack Zhang Ruochen in a crushing manner.

Zhang Ruochen was very decisive and ignored the six first-class marquises, turned into a sword light, cast Seven swords, and attacked Xie Baihou again.

"Bang."?After this attack, the Great Sage Bone Shield in Xie Baihou's hand flew out of his hand, and his arms were almost ruined.

The Evil Baihou was so scared that he was so scared that he could no longer care about anything else. He used an escape method and burst out at a speed twice as fast as possible, escaping towards the distance, just wanting to be as far away as possible from Zhang Ruochen.

"Murm Sword."

The Evil Baihou had not escaped twenty feet away, and time stopped again.

"Puff."

A sword light penetrated through Xie Baihou's back, leaving a huge blood hole as big as a basin. At the edge of the blood hole, a trace of pure divine fire spread out and spread outward, burning Xie Baihou's body.

The Marquis of Xie Bai was suffering a huge pain and shouted: "Zhang Ruochen, I will die with you..."

"Bang."

Just as Xie Baihou was about to explode the holy source, Zhang Ruochen attacked with another time sword technique, pierced his qi sea first, hitting his holy source, and flew out of his body.
Chapter completed!