Chapter 464 He took a step forward, like a sleeping god waking up, gradually blooming with dazzling

Chapter 464: He took a step forward, like a sleeping god reviving, gradually emitting dazzling brilliance

"Boom!"

No. 1 stretched out a finger, and the sharp sword intent lingered on his index finger, flowing with terrifying arcs of electricity, tearing and shattering, shocking people's lungs!

His eyes turned to Du Long.

"You, you are the chief disciple here!"

Du Long was shocked instantly, and before he could react, No. 1 made a lightning move, and with a bang, the sword finger stabbed over.

This finger seemed simple, but in fact it contained infinite murderous intent, the sword intent flowed, and the lightning was sharper than thunder.

Du Long's hair stood on end, and he hid in a hurry, but this finger was too fast, and it stabbed over in a flash of lightning.

"Tear!"

The sword intent approached, Du Long hurriedly offered an iron shield, and in an instant, there was a click, and the iron shield exploded into pieces under one finger. The powerful shock force directly knocked Du Long out, spitting blood crazily, his bones were broken, and he almost rolled his eyes and fell to the ground!

No. 1 looked at Song Qingfeng again.

Song Qingfeng suddenly felt like he was facing a great enemy and wanted to escape. No. 1 glanced at him coldly. With one look, Song Qingfeng spit out a mouthful of blood on the spot, flew out horizontally, and crashed through several layers of walls in a row. His hands and feet were all broken, and he fell to the ground, gasping for breath, wailing in pain!

If Wu Tianxiong hadn't said that he wanted to kill them one by one, the two of them would have exploded into a bloody mist now!

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, there was a sword chant, and Zhang Tianchen drew his sword and stabbed it out. The dazzling sword intent seemed like the waves of the river and the sea, and the sword pointed directly at No. 1's face.

"Looking for death!" Number One slapped him directly.

"Boom!"

With a slap, the endless power in his body exploded like a tsunami, and mysterious runes flowed between his palms and fingers, and the ancient hope burst into the sound of dragons and tigers roaring!

"Bang!"

The palm power fell, the space collapsed, and the harsh explosion sound shocked the eardrums of everyone present, and they all covered their ears and squatted down.

In a flash, this palm slapped Zhang Tianchen's face fiercely. Zhang Tianchen's offensive collapsed instantly, and the long sword exploded on the spot. Then a slap hit him hard in the face. His head turned several times on the spot, and his neck burst into a crackling sound of bone dislocation. He fell directly to the ground, hanging on to his last breath!

"I will fight you!" The old ancestor was furious, but he didn't even have time to draw his weapon. No. 1 directly slammed his palm, and the terrifying palm force instantly penetrated the layers of space, collapsed into a terrible crack, and slammed on the chest of the old ancestor.

"Crack!"

The old ancestor's chest exploded in an instant, collapsed downward, and the broken bones splattered and blood dripped!

"Puff!" The old ancestor flew backwards and hit the wall hard, then fell down again, spitting out a mouthful of blood, holding the ground and trying to stand up, but after trying a few times, he couldn't stand up anymore!

Within one round, the four strong men that Jiutian Sect could take out all lost their combat effectiveness!

"Hahaha! Trash! Trash! All trash!"

Wu Tianxiong looked at this scene mercilessly, and laughed up to the sky: "My subordinates No. 3 haven't made a move yet, and you are defeated like this, what a disgrace!"

The old ancestor's chest was bloody and blood was all over the ground. His old pupils scanned all the disciples of the sect with difficulty, and a trace of parting flashed across his eyes.

I want to die.

He looked at Zhang Tianchen, Du Long, and Song Qingfeng, and then glanced at all the disciples present. A trace of bitterness passed through the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't say what he was suffering.

The sect is going to be destroyed.

Everyone, I'm afraid, will be slaughtered today.

"Huh?!"

Suddenly, he thought of something, turned his head sharply, and looked at the four little Nirvanas behind him!

These four girls of heaven have not grown up yet. They are destined to soar into dragons in the future, and they must not die here!

"Go! Go! The sect is going to be wiped out today. You are the only hope of the sect. Don't die here. Go!" The ancestor was heartbroken and shouted anxiously!

The sect master also took a deep breath, used all his strength to climb up, looked at the four people of Little Nirvana and shouted: "Go! We will help you delay, don't worry about us, go, go!"

"Plop!"

"Plop!"

The sound of falling suddenly rang out at the scene. All the disciples were sad and collapsed to the ground one after another, crying loudly.

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die...!"

"Who can save me, I don't want to die!"

"I want to go home...!"

Number one glanced at Little Nirvana, snorted coldly, and threw a formation with a flick of his hand, which was thrown out to seal this place.

"Buzz!"

The formation bloomed brightly in the void, symbolizing that hope was cut off and the sect was going to be cruelly wiped out today.

Seeing this scene, the old ancestor and Zhang Tianchen turned pale and wailed bitterly.

"Ahhh! God!"

"God wants to destroy my Jiutian Sect!"

The two of them were desperate, and their pupils scanned every disciple in front of them with difficulty. They were still young, and they didn't know whose sons, whose parents, and even whose husbands they were, but today, they had to die tragically under the butcher's knife with the sect, and no one survived.

Helpless.

Despair.

Grief-stricken.

All kinds of emotions occupied the hearts of the two people. They shouted to the sky, desperate, and cried bitterly.

The hall also rang with a cry of pain, and everyone cried loudly, grief-stricken.

"Brother..." Little Nirvana looked at Su Changge.

Su Changge looked around, his eyes gradually solemn.

The master didn't show up, it seems that he is not in this sect.

In this case, there is no need to hide it anymore.

"tread!"

놛 took a step forward fiercely, like a sleeping god coming to life, gradually blooming with dazzling brilliance, and said: "Ancestor, sect leader, why don't you let the disciples accompany you to go through two moves?"