Immortal, I have mediocre qualifications

Blood splashed, choking the arrogance of the three cultivators.

Chen Ergou spreads his wings like a roc, rolling up a torrential cold evil spirit. His eyes are cold, as cold as the magic sword in his hand, with a bone-chilling chill.

The Praying Sword is the natal flying sword of a deceased Jindan monk from the Guangxiu Immortal Sect. It is extremely sharp and has psychic properties. It was a meeting gift given by the headmaster Chen Ergou.

At this time, with the magic sword in hand, Chen Ergou's combat power has exceeded the scope of the seventh level of Qi refining.

He was like a fierce god, waving his sword, and the light of the sword was like drizzle, flying in all directions, killing several immortal cultivators in a row.

The broken corpses fell down one by one, and he stepped on them, his figure became taller, and he had the charm of overlooking the immortal cultivators of the three sects.

"What kind of magic inheritance is this?!"

Huang Kui, the great elder of the Jinding Sect, was horrified to see that Chen Ergou's methods were too advanced. Immortal cultivators at the fourth and fifth levels of Qi Refining would die at the very sight without any ability to resist.

He felt a sense of oppression, and even an experienced practitioner at the seventh level of Qi Refining who had gone through many trials and tribulations felt a little flustered.

"Now that you've done it, don't be timid. It's high risk and high reward."

The leader Hufengguan and Taoist Master Qianyue also had gloomy expressions. Chen Ergou looked like a very difficult bone to crack, but this matter was already riding a tiger and it was difficult to get off. It was even more ridiculous to retreat halfway.

Instead, he strengthened his mind and was filled with murderous intent. He was determined to kill Chen Ergou to avoid laying the foundation for Hufeng Guan's disaster in the future.

"Yes, the road to the peak of Huangfeng Valley will be opened by me."

Xiao Xingyun of Huangfeng Valley is also a ruthless person. The soil for cultivating immortals in Chen State is too barren, and there is no high-level inheritance.

Now, when the opportunity comes, you must fight for it, even if you are covered in blood, you will not hesitate.

Immediately afterwards, the attacks of the immortal cultivators from the three sects all fell towards Chen Ergou.

"whoosh"

Huang Kui of the Jinding Sect, after hesitating, counterattacked and became extremely powerful. He threw out a "ground support staff", which was as heavy as a mountain and a tree, and came down from the sky to suppress the heavy void.

"buzz"

Xiao Xingyun from Huangfeng Valley sacrificed a jade flute, which made a whining sound in the wind, which captivated people's minds. If they listened to it for a long time, their five senses would be confused and they would be unable to distinguish between true and false.

"Ding"

Taoist Li Yue of Hufeng Temple threw out a jewel, which was as beautiful as the moon, but it had a metallic luster. When it hit the void, there was a sound of roaring mountains and tsunami. The body of the immortal cultivator was hit and must be shattered to pieces. .

"Rumble..."

The masters of the three sects took action, and the immortal cultivators they brought naturally had no reason to stand by.

For a time, many spells, talismans, and magical tools gathered into a torrent, raging across the world, shaking the foundations of thousands of mountains, and a big tomb was built to bury Chen Ergou.

"Qiang! Qiang! Qiang!"

Chen Ergou was caught in the monstrous craze of magic, his figure remained motionless, like an ancient bell in the wind and rain, unshakable.

He stood on the top of the mountain and had a panoramic view of the mountains. The magical energy on his body was constantly moving upward, as if it was connecting to the sky, covering and suppressing the five directions and the five elements.

Clang.

Clang.

Clang.

There were heavy sword shadows, and the blessing sword slashed down repeatedly. Chen Ergou's figure was so fast that he couldn't see it. All he knew was that he had destroyed dozens of spells, and was making great progress in the aftermath of the wild mana.

Jinding Sect Huangkui's ground support staff was lifted up by him with magic power from a distance, and was thrown away fiercely. Xiao Xingyun in Huangfeng Valley, and the chaotic voice of the gods on the jade flute, he turned a deaf ear, his eyes were clear, and he was looking at Taoist Orb of the Moon When he hit me, I used the spine of the sword to draw it back.

"This kid is vicious, don't be careless."

While Taoist Yue's eyelids were twitching, Chen Ergou became more and more courageous as he fought under the attacks of the three sects of immortal cultivators. He held a magic sword and stood out like a god amidst the aftermath of hundreds of magic powers.

This kind of person is too talented. If one of them is leaked, Chen Guo's world of immortality will be overthrown and destroyed in the future.

"Hufeng Guan, you are really haunted."

Chen Ergou's eyes were as sharp as a sword, staring at Taoist Lianyue. Whether it was the killing order of the three sects or the fight on the Giant Chicken Peak, Hufengguan was there.

He held his sword and killed with such ferocious momentum that he didn't even look like he was under siege.

"Array."

Taoist Li Yue shouted loudly, and the thirty-six Immortal Cultivators of Calling the Wind Temple immediately stepped on Xuanqi, intertwined their auras, and condensed into a "mountain-suppressing formation" in the void.

Their magic power was released, and Chen Ergou's shoulders and body became heavy, as if he was carrying a majestic and unshakable mountain.

"Not bad. If it were any other seventh-level Qi-refining immortal cultivator, he would definitely be killed."

Chen Ergou was using his magic power to resist the mountain-suppressing formation. He heard the sound of bones being pressed in his body. His expression was very calm, and he looked at the formation with great interest.

These thirty-six Immortal Cultivators of Hufengguan are really carefully selected. They have profound magic power and share the same origin. The condensed general trend is as solid as gold and there is no flaw in it.

It can be seen that Hufeng Guan's intention to kill him is very firm.

So……

He has to return the favor.

"Flying Dragon Sword"

The Guangxiu Immortal Sect's sect-suppressing secret technique appeared in the barren land of Chen State, bringing suppression to high-ranking people.

A sword flew across the sky, shining in all directions.

There seemed to be a flying dragon roaring in the void, the sword energy soaring into the sky, containing a strong and domineering will, slashing at the mountain-suppressing formation.

"not good……"

As soon as the sword came out, Taoist Yue's mind was already cold. He wanted to resist, but his hands and feet seemed to be unwilling to obey, and he was shocked.

puff...

The mountain-holding formation was broken, like a meteorite falling down with thunder and fire. No matter how hard the egg shell was, it had to be broken.

In conjunction, all thirty-six cultivators of the Wind-calling Temple were beheaded. Their corpses exploded, and the blood mist was as thick as smoke and rain, soaking the rocks.

"I will fight with you to cut off the foundation of my strong wind-calling temple."

The great elder of Hufengguan took advantage of Taoist Yue. First his heart felt cold, and then his heart was filled with madness. He saw with his own eyes that Chen Ergou cut off the foundation of the sect with one sword.

In this battle, Hufengguan lost all its elites, and it fell from Chen Guo's first Immortal Cultivation Sect to the orthodoxy of three or two big cats and kittens.

Crackling...

Taoist Li Yue came like an evil ghost, and there was a strange sound in his body, but it was the ultimate squeeze of mana, and cracks appeared in many meridians.

He didn't care, he just wanted to use his strongest skills to kill Chen Ergou.

"Then let them be."

Chen Ergou killed thirty-six immortal cultivators with one sword. At this time, his energy was like a rainbow, and his energy and spirit were extremely active, as if he had transcended the world and was omnipotent.

This feeling is naturally wrong, but every move he makes shows majestic calmness.

boom!

The battle between two seventh-level qi-refining immortal cultivators was not as evenly matched as imagined. Chen Ergou rolled up thousands of sword qi with one sword, wrapping up the irrational Taoist Li Yue.

The magic power suppressed the opponent, and the magic power was stronger than the opponent. Taoist Taoist Li Yue couldn't fight at all, and was finally killed by a sword.

"He is at the end of his strength and cannot be cowardly."

Hufeng Guan died.

Xiao Xingyun in Huangfeng Valley was extremely horrified, but he felt that he still had a chance of winning.

Chen Ergou uses magic to communicate with the gods, but as we all know, the more powerful the magic, the more mana is consumed. A cultivator at the seventh level of Qi refining has a limited amount of mana stored in his Dantian.

After killing Chen Ergou, the cultivator of the Calling Wind Audience, there must not be much mana left at this time, and they will definitely win.

"rational."

Huang Kui of the Jinding Sect nodded gloomily. There was already a deadly feud between the two parties. If Chen Ergou was not attacked and killed today, he would have to keep one eye open while sleeping.

"You don't understand what the Immortal Sect's genius is."

Chen Ergou sneered and stood on the mountain with an indifferent expression. Mysterious skills were running in his body, trying to seize the spiritual energy from all directions. He refined it very quickly and quickly filled up the deficit in his Dantian.

Tianjiao, leapfrog and fight, the fundamentals are excellent in all aspects, and cannot be inferred using common sense.

He has never been an ordinary seventh-level qi-refining immortal cultivator.

"Woooooooo..."

Chen Sheng seemed to have seen the piles of corpses. The three immortal cultivators who chased them became lonely ghosts and were buried in the mouths of wild beasts in the mountains.

He took out a suona and started playing it. The sound was mournful, as if he was mourning for them.