Jun Ruoshui, who was wrapped in purple and red colors, had a very strange image at this time. Coupled with the blood flowing out of his left eye, people were shocked at first glance.

This is the case with the crowd a hundred feet away.

They opened their eyes one by one, their faces full of incredibleness. Jun Ruoshui suddenly changed, his breath increased sharply, and he broke out of the siege in that kind of offensive, and now he was going to kill the slightly black young man who had been born at the seventh level!

This was so shocking. The situation of death turned around instantly, and everyone could not react for a while.

The woman in light yellow clothes was also shocked. Looking at the strange Jun Ruoshui at this time, her pretty eyes widened, her mouth couldn't close and she couldn't speak.

The slightly black young man's heart was not much different from them at this time, but he forced himself to suppress it and punched Jun Ruoshui with all his strength.

This punch condensed most of the vast force, wrapped around the entire fist, and seemed to turn into a gray-yellow millstone.

This was his strongest punch. Facing Jun Ruoshui now, he felt uneasy.

As soon as the punch was swung out, it burst out with great power, and the condensation force surged out overwhelmingly. The strong wind blew the trees within a hundred feet swaying violently, and his own body was affected by the heavy power, and his feet were somewhat trapped on the ground.

But facing such an attack, Jun Ruoshui's face remained unchanged, his purple and red pupils were cold, and the Qingfeng Sword slashed at the big fist that was bombarded with a sudden blow!

"A single sky!"

Faced with the seventh level of rebirth, this is the only way to do it.

But this time, he condensed 30% of the sword essence!

A silver silk thread, a meter-long length appeared in the void that shone through the sword's tip, filled with explosive power, condensed into a trace, representing the extreme sharp force!

The silver wire appeared and rushed straight towards the slightly black young man's punch. The next moment, the two fought together.

"Chew!"

The fist, which was as big as a gray-yellow grinder, was cut open a long crack as soon as it touched the silver wire, causing the eyes of the slightly black young man to shrink rapidly.

"Huh!"

He growled, his mind throbbing, and all the remaining vast force in his body poured towards his fist, swearing to block this move.

His counterattack had some effect, and the silver wire was slower.

However, he did not stop. In half a breath, he cut most of the Yuanli and Cangmao power wrapped on his fist.

After half a breath, the silver wire cut it all, but the silver wire itself became extremely dim. Then, the moment it touched the skin on the slightly black young man's fist, it completely dissipated and the energy inside it was exhausted.

The slightly dark young man's tense mind was slightly relaxed, but suddenly he started to throbbing violently again.

A little terrifying cold light came to him as the silver thread dissipated!

Jun Ruoshui's cold face came into his eyes. His two strange purple-red pupils stared at him indifferently, his lips slightly opened, and he said silently.

The next moment, the cold light passed through his throat like lightning. Then the sword body was crossed, a blood mark appeared on his neck, and the head fell to the ground like a translation.

"Sher!"

His body was still standing, but there was no head on his neck, and a large amount of blood splattered out of the bowl of bright red flesh with a flat cut surface of the neck!

The head rolled on the ground for a few times, his eyes were still wide open, full of horror and reluctance.

The moment before death, he thought of Jun Ruoshui's silent words, saying: There are still three left!

He understood that Jun Ruoshui was talking about the three disciples above him!

At the last moment of his dying moment, he suddenly felt that the Cangmang Ancient Sect had provoked a terrible person!

"Fourth Senior Brother!"

Although the other fourteen disciples shot towards this side the moment Jun Ruoshui rushed out, they still didn't catch up. Everything happened in an instant, and the fourth senior brother was dead!

The head was cut open!

The splattered blood splattered on several of the faster sixth-level disciples, causing their bodies to stop and were shocked.

It was not until this time that the headless body fell straight to the ground, and the bright red flesh and blood on the neck were still flowing with blood.

The fourteen people were gushing out of anger, but their fear of Jun Ruoshui had reached its peak.

The fourth senior brother who was born at the seventh level was all dead!

If they go on, they may die!

For a moment, they looked angry, struggled in their hearts, and stood there.

After Jun Ruoshui cut through the head of the slightly black young man with one sword, his body rushed past and landed on a tilted tree trunk, staring indifferently at the remaining fourteen disciples.

His aura seemed to have not decreased, and the sword energy was still rising all over his body, and the purple and red colors were still weird, and the strong sword intent was in a burst.

"The price is that when I intercepted me."

He suddenly spoke, causing everyone's heart to jump, and he glared at him with a distorted expression, but he did not dare to take action.

After Jun Ruoshui said this, the purple and red pupils glanced at everyone, then jumped up, stepped out step by step, galloped towards the west.

Everyone was stunned and looked at the purple-red figure disappearing into the western forests.

Leaving?

Didn't attack them?

"He...is he almost exhausted his energy?"

A disciple was surprised.

This statement aroused the doubts of several people, and it felt that it was very likely that this was the case!

But one of the young men who had been born at the peak of the sixth level glanced at him and said solemnly: "What if it's not."

Everyone was silent.

Yes, if they don’t have enough oil and lights to run out, if they catch up, the price will be to pay their lives!

"The fourth senior brother is dead."

The young man with sixth level was born looking at his headless body lying on the ground, clenched his fists and said in a deep voice: "He has at least the combat power of the seventh level, which is beyond our range."

The fourteen people didn't say anything, but they were all depressed and extremely annoyed.

The net of heaven and earth has been laid, but Jun Ruoshui's strength is higher and higher every time, and is completely beyond their estimates.

This encirclement was already high enough to see him. With his last appearance, one of them could crush the seventh level, but they dispatched twenty people.

Now there are five people who are too far away and have not arrived yet, but fifteen of them are already defeated.

How did it develop like this!

"His direction is the Emperor's Dynasty of Xingzong."

A disciple said in a deep voice: "It is said that he has a close relationship with Su Qingyao of Cihang Dao Sect. Could he be going to attend a martial arts tea party?"

"right!"

A disciple spoke and said, "This martial arts tea party is hosted by Su Qingyao. Now he goes to the Star Sect Emperor's Dynasty, so he must be going to the martial arts tea party!"

The young man who was born at the peak of the sixth level pondered for a moment, then said in a deep voice: "Leave it to the sect to decide."

Everyone nodded, then looked at the corpse and head of the slightly black young man, with a hint of sadness.

The fourth senior brother with great talent died like this, and this matter will soon spread throughout the Eastern Region. The ancient sect will be laughed at by the world again.

Thinking of this, everyone's body trembled and their anger burned, but what was aggrieved was that they had no choice but to the current Jun Ruoshui.

The crowd a hundred feet away witnessed the entire incident.

At the moment when the young man died, they thought in horror that the Eastern Region would cause another shock.
Chapter completed!