Although the seven clones each have their own expertise, the power of Gengjin is the power of rules, which is completely universal. Even if the six clones outside the clone of the Jinxing, they use sword techniques and use the rules of Xiji Gengjin... But with a 9,000-fold increase, no matter how weak it is, it is only relative to the clone of the Jinxing.

For these venerables, they were completely crushed, and there was a Tianshu dragon pattern golden sword that was finally cut. Chen Zhui had all his strength and could not escape, let alone them?

Therefore, all the seven venerables were killed in an instant, and their bodies and spirits were destroyed, and they were completely clear!

silence!

Until the heads of the seven Venerables fell and their soul breath quickly went out. Lan Chenguang, Kuoshan and others did not understand what had happened.

For them, Chen Zhui was too fast, so fast that it seemed as if time had slowed down, so they could not react at all.

By the time they realized that all the seven venerables had died at the fifth level.

"This, are these people... dead?"

"Oh my God... Kill the fifth level of the seven great venerables in an instant?"

"What a fast knife, what a powerful rule of gold, who is the master?"

"This sword art and speed are perfect. If it falls on me, I can only wait for death." A group of generals were completely conquered.

The most admired power in the army was obvious that although the strange comrades in the thunder clouds behind them were unknown, they were completely impressed at this moment.

"Chen Zhui! It's Chen Zhui!" Lan Chenguang turned his head and looked at the thunder clouds, his eyes full of heat.

The middle-level Venerable is unable to escape, and among the geniuses present, if anyone can do it, the only possibility is to chase him, and the golden sword and thunder clouds just confirm this.

"Brother Lan, Brother Ku, don't stand there! Kill the remnants quickly and don't let them run away!"

"No one left in the low-level battlefield!" Chen Zhui's voice was extremely cold in the thunder clouds.

"kill!"

"No one left!"

"Kill all these miscellaneous pieces!"

A group of people were excited to fight. There had never been such a great result in so many days. A strong man who suddenly rose also gave them unparalleled confidence.

On the contrary, the venerables on the low-level battlefield were a little desperate.

The speed of the soul escaping is slower. If no one breaks the back, it will easily be caught up.

"Help!"

"Escape!"

"Ahhh! Run!"

The sound of wailings immediately alarmed the mid-level battlefield and even attracted the attention of the high-level battlefield.

At the same time, the Hall of Judgment, the Holy Envoy Cangsong, who was always paying attention to the situation of the war, also received reports from his subordinates.

"Holy, Holy Envoy... The eight people transferred from the intermediate battlefield were all dead in the moment!" The guards' voices were trembling, and they were also a little unbelievable about the battle report.

"What did you say?!" Cang Song stood up from the throne with a blink of an eye, pinched the guard's neck and shook it desperately.
Chapter completed!