Chapter 3237 (1/2)

”Kill!”

Luo Xiu's figure rushed to kill. Every time he waved the green and gold sword in his hand, the sword light was like a dragon. Thousands of miles of void was swept across by the sword light. Those who were strong in the holy kingdom could not resist it. His body was submerged in the light of the sword, disappearing and disappearing.

Each of these powerful people in the holy King's realm came from the top of the line of inheritance. Their cultivation is vigorous, but they also have all kinds of magic powers and secret treasures to protect their lives. Generally speaking, they are not easy to be killed.

But at the moment, facing the crushing of Luoxiu with absolute power, all the magic weapons, or the divine passage method, can only be crushed. The dead, the injured and the defeated are irretrievable.

Three great sages were cut off one after another. As a result, all the monks inherited from the ten directions were completely frozen and felt as if they were in the ice cave for thousands of years.

Qingfeng, the great saint of Qingling mountain, as well as Wu Shenyu and others, all looked extremely gloomy. Their holy kings and many monks of Chengdao state also showed extreme uneasiness.

Because judging from the current situation, let alone tens of thousands of them, even if it is hundreds of thousands of them, they are not Luoxiu's opponents.

The absolute gap in strength can no longer be made up by the number of people.

In a sense, if not the emperor, the strength of roshu is no different from that of the emperor, far more than the great sage king.

Tens of thousands of friars can kill the great sage king, or even kill half a step of the holy emperor level. But if you are close to the strong one with the holy emperor level strength, it is another concept.

In theory, ants can kill elephants.

But if it goes beyond the scope of the theory, the elephant's body is covered with fire, that is, no matter how many ants rush up, they will only be burned to death.

At this moment, Luoxiu was ferocious. He killed three great kings and killed tens of thousands of friars.

Moreover, Luoxiu did not stop at all, and he killed himself among many holy kings. Among the tens of thousands of monks, there were hundreds of strong in the holy King's realm, and his accomplishments ranged from the early days to the peak of the holy kingdom.

Any one of these powerful people in the holy King's realm can become a oppressor. At the moment, they are like lambs to be slaughtered. They are rushed into the sheep by the fierce tiger of Luoxiu. Every time they wield their swords, the king will fall and be cut off in the sky.

Luoxiu's green and gold sword was condensed from yuanchu's weapon refining skill in the incomplete memory of the original ancestor of the demon clan, although it was far from reaching the level of yuanchu artifact.

However, the power it can play is almost equal to the level of the quasi emperor. Even the top-level weapons of the holy king will be chopped up. Although it is impossible to break the weapons of the holy emperor level, it can fly by virtue of the extremely powerful power.

In addition, Luo's cultivation created the body at the beginning of the source, and was in the state of final unification. The power seemed to be endless. All kinds of Dharma were crushed and unstoppable.

”Dong!”

Luo Xiu trampled on the void, and a terrible ripple spread out around him. The monks of Chengdao realm all around him burst into pieces. Even the monks who were far away from him were all blown up by the shock of their bodies, and a large amount of blood fog appeared in the sea of knowledge.

At the moment, although there is only one person.

But like an invincible demon God, whether it is the great sage king or tens of thousands of friars, in front of him like ants, vulnerable!

”Poof!”

A moment later, the fourth great sage king was killed by Luoxiu's horizontal sword, and his head flew hundreds of miles away. His eyes were wide and his eyes were wide.

Every great sage king, in the inheritance behind it, has a vital position, is cultivated as the seed of the strong taboo.

Now these people are slaughtered by Luoxiu as if they were cutting melons and vegetables.

”No!”

There is no gate of heaven. Many powerful men who set foot in the Taoist temple roar, and their canthus are about to crack.