Without saying a word, the believers around him seemed to be rushing up, and swords and swords were used to slash at Chen Long.

Chen Long's skill was surging, and he poured a huge amount of internal force into the giant sword. The sword body of the giant sword stirred up a sharp sword energy, and the gods were shocked and retreated more than five feet away. The flesh palm faced the sharp sword energy, like a gear minced meat, torn into pieces.

Chen Long raised the giant sword against the backhand, and the gods furiously browned, and felt a sense of emotion. He not only did not continue to make moves with his true energy, but then continued to take steps.

The giant sword instantly slashed down from the air, and quickly passed a sword light like a crescent moon, breaking out of its body.

There is a crescent moon in the sky, and a sword light is striking on the ground.

The giant sword was powerful and the sword light pulled out at extremely fast speed was shining brightly, which was comparable to a jade palace in the air.

The sword light is not fast, and even those with a little martial arts level can see clearly, let alone those with a middle-grade warrior who have the strength of cultivation, should be clearly seen.

The believers rushed over and waved their swords, making uneven sounds in their mouths.

Chen Long's expression was cold, and he did not feel ups and downs because he was besieged. One was to believe in the moves taught by his master, and the other was to believe in his own strength.

This half-month slash is combined with virtual and real. Slow strikes fast, and momentum is the first.

It seems that the speed is extremely slow, but even normal people who are not practicing martial arts feel that they can be very sure of dodging. In fact, it is just an illusion of visual transmission. The moment the sword light emits, it has already locked its momentum and is unavoidable!

The believers rushed over, and the sword light was arguing first. It was not until this moment that the arrogant believers discovered that the sword light was not as easy as it seemed, and they could not escape the aura that had been firmly grasped. The sword light passed through the believers, as if it was crossing the original body, giving people the illusion that they had never been hit.

What's strange is that the sword light passed by and continued to go towards the old man of the Gods. The believers stood still.

The envoy had no time to think about it, and at this moment, the half-moon sword light approached, so it was best to take care of himself first.

The inner energy is pressing away from the palms, and the thin palms are filled with golden light, covering the body of the palms.

"Thunder Golden Ge!"

The palm technique of this divine messenger was also extraordinary. His palms were blasted out, and the golden palm shadows were heavy, covering the sky and slamming them into pure gold for a moment.

The golden and martial arts were intertwined, and the sword energy slashed and the powerful palm power were intertwined, and the surging energy came and exploded continuously.

The huge sound waves radiated to all directions, and the believers standing there made a burst of tearing sounds, and suddenly they divided from one in two from the center into two, falling to the ground.

The sword light was sharp and hard to resist, and it actually penetrated all the people who blocked it, splitting it into two.

"What a powerful sword technique." The God Envoy's eyesight was unworldly. Such a huge sword weapon could produce sword energy as thin as a cicada's wings, and combined with the sword light to separate the scholars and kill them. How could such a powerful sword technique be nameless? While using his skills, the God Envoy was thinking about who dared to attack the Almighty God Cult.

The Almighty Divine Cult has already occupied more than half of the country of Zhao, and its disciples are as high as 200,000. Even if the Zhao court noticed it now, it would not dare to act rashly. Such a young master must not be an unknown person, and who dared to touch the Almighty Divine Cult?

"Zhu Zi, who are you? Do you dare to go against the Almighty God Cult, and aren't afraid of death and burial?" The God's envoy retreated into the hall of the inner courtyard. At this moment, the fire outside spread out in just a few breaths. Through the paper-paste windows on both sides, you can still see the scarlet and burning fire outside, like ghosts dancing, leaving traces of jumping on the window.

Chen Long's eyes were cold, and the only one with hollow eyes was the killer's envoy. He raised his huge sword and attacked again: "Absurd cult, we are rushing to establish a sect in Jinyang. Didn't you expect my Lingyun Sect to take action?"

The envoy retreated again, and his back became cold. The young boy's eyes were extremely terrifying. He looked at him without any emotion, as if he had already been a dead person in his eyes, a corpse.

Furthermore, when the envoy heard this, he thought to himself, he didn't expect that Lingyun's people would attack him.

He felt very disbelief, and Yunshou was angry and shouted: "Children Huangkou, don't talk nonsense. There are only zero people left in the Lingyun Sect, and they have not returned yet, so how can they have a strong player?"

The giant sword was swung, and the sword energy was filled with gusts of wind, causing pain in the cheeks, which was quite like the numbness of the northwest wind in the cold winter month.

"It's here to deal with you, the beasts who do evil!"

boom!

The giant sword slashed across the sky, and the highest point was in all directions.

The divine messenger could not dodge, so he had to put his palms on his head, and use the golden crow flesh palm to harden the giant sword sword energy.

With a roar, the stone bricks under his feet shattered and his feet were more than two inches into the ground.

The envoy was shocked. This son was still young, but his strength was comparable to that of his 50-year-old practice. After careful consideration, he was shocked and said, "Are you Chen Long or Zhao Zheng?"

After a moment, he thought to himself that it was Lingyun who sent everyone back and came to punish them.

"I will not change my name or change my surname. I am the eldest disciple of Lingyun Sect, Chen Long!" As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Long's huge sword in his hand was three more powerful. The God Envoy was defeated and then he made another crack. He knelt on one knee and smashed the stone bricks. His whole hair was scattered, and he was not as fairy-like as he had bewitched villagers during the day. At this time, he looked down and out, very haggard.

Young Master Lingyun Chen Long!!!

How could the God Envoy not have heard of the name of Prince Lingyun?

From north to south, from west to east.

Among the Lingyun Sect, Mr. Lingyun, the Jade-faced Swordsman and the Little Sword God are the most famous. Mr. Lingyun is also the eldest disciple and Lin Luo’s first disciple. He has both strength and background. He defeated his junior brother with sword intent in the three sect competition, and was in the limelight!

The God's messenger was very distressed at this moment. He kicked this iron plate and felt miserable.

I thought for a moment: This kid is a middle-grade warrior as he is. I can't get any benefits with decades of extraordinary experience. Now I have been suppressed and have suffered internal injuries. My strength is less than 70% of my daily life. If it is better not to leave, I will probably stay here today!

Do it as soon as you want!

Chen Long's huge sword increased its strength by three points, and the dirt and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, which was already at the end of his strength.

A little blood suddenly appeared on his pale cheeks. The god envoy opened his mouth and shot a blood arrow from his mouth, which directly took Chen Long's big acupoint on his cheek.

Chen Long was not surprised but happy, and took a breath of true energy and thought to himself: I had known that you had the last move to save your life, and I would have been waiting for now!

The camel sword jumped high as it retreated, and the giant sword rotated around the air with the person, pulled out a stronger force, and covered the God's face again. The sword was thunderous and if it was struck, it would definitely die on the spot, with incomplete flesh and blood.

The divine envoy's desire to win was extremely strong. Unexpectedly, the other party was wary of any warning. He immediately slapped his palms into his chest, producing strong recoil, and then suddenly spit out a blood arrow from his mouth. Taking advantage of Chen Long's move and dodging, he hurriedly jumped out of the window behind him and fled in a hurry.

Chen Long fell to the ground and avoided the second blood arrow, and was very resentful. He didn't expect that the other party was so cruel to others and himself, and even he was hesitant to seriously hurt himself to fight for a glimmer of hope of escaping!
Chapter completed!