Suddenly, this mysterious and mysterious realm was forcibly terminated. Regardless of his feelings, the three war swords nailed him and flew towards the back of the monument.

One after another ancient scratches appeared before his eyes, without any structure at all, as messy as weeds.

"Is it a magical power similar to the Four Great Sanshou?" Xiao Chen shouted in surprise, and then began to watch attentively.

The old voice sounded again: "Humph, the sorrow of 'martial arts'. Nowadays, the world only knows magical powers and does not understand the true meaning of martial arts. Now there is no pure martial artist. "

"what are you saying?"

"I am sad for Wu. "

"I am a warrior." Xiao Chen was very unconvinced.

"Hmph. If you are a warrior, try killing two demi-ancestral gods for me with just martial arts!"

"You...they..."

"Them?" The old voice said with some disdain: "What's wrong with them? Their magical powers have been blocked, and now they can only show part of them. If you are a pure warrior, you can definitely fight with them alone. Let's do this,

You go and kill the two demi-ancestral gods. If you succeed, I will teach you some of the true meaning of martial arts. "

"Who are you?" Xiao Chen was surprised.

"I am the last pure 'warrior' mark. I have no magical powers, no magic, and I do not borrow the power of heaven and earth. I only cultivate martial arts. "

"The last mark of a warrior? Could it be that...people like me are not considered warriors?"

"Who do you think you are? What's the difference between you and those people outside? They are all spiritualists and don't understand the true meaning of martial arts at all. They don't understand how the strongest combat power in the world is generated. "

"I am a warrior, and I want to practice martial arts." Xiao Chen has always regarded himself as a warrior, and now that he is being looked down upon by others, he feels very uncomfortable.

"Then go kill a demi-ancestral god and show me. "

In the distance, a childish scream of pain came. The original sword pierced Keke, and then he picked up the convulsing snow-white beast, letting the blood flow gurglingly, and walked around the sky monument towards the real lost paradise.

Tongtian, Laozi, Buddha, Sun God, Allah, Kong Xuan, White Tiger Holy Emperor, Great Heavenly Demon, etc. followed closely behind.

brush

The light flashed, as powerful as a half-ancestral god. After entering the Lost Paradise, the last faint light on his body disappeared, and no trace of his magical power remained.

The White Tiger Holy Emperor reminded: "Be careful of that little beast, its soul is immortal, don't let it escape. "

Yuan Yu snorted coldly and said coldly and ruthlessly: "The war sword has nailed its soul. If you want to escape, it will be like reaching the sky. It is destined to be suppressed forever. "

Lost Paradise is like a beautiful garden, as perfect as a fairy tale world. The jasper trees sway with little green light, and the colorful flowers with crystal clear petals are all like carved from divine jade.

There are no animals, only plants. It is like a piece of pure land. The beautiful river is extremely clear. It flows slowly, like a jade belt through the jade forest.

Once here, it is as strong as the original. Lao Tzu and Buddha did not dare to be careless at all, because their true magical powers have completely disappeared, and they can only rely on their physical bodies.

"Hey..." The little snow-white beast that was nailed to the sword was bleeding continuously. It was already unconscious and muttered in a daze: "Xiao Chen... where are you? There's nothing... about it, Sky Monument."

It didn't... hurt you. "

Suddenly, murderous intent arose in Paradise Lost!

Xiao Chen strode into the Lost Paradise, with three war swords nailed to his body, with endless killing intent in his eyes. He stared at Yuan Yuan, Lao Tzu, Buddha and others, then looked at the leader of Tongtian angrily, and finally looked at the man who was being treated with pity.

A little beast that fell into a coma and talked nonsense.

"Clang"

Xiao Chen pulled out a war sword from his body, and it made a metallic trembling sound. His body seemed to be a real scabbard, with no blood flowing out at all. He pointed at the primitive and said indifferently: "You and I

We are at odds with each other, today I will kill the Half-Ancestor God!"

Yuan Yuan ignored Xiao Chen, not even looking at him with her deep eyes, staring at the three swords on his body for a moment.

"kill!"

With only this word, Xiao Chen jumped up and struck out with his sword.

Dangdangdang

The metallic trembling sound shook the world, and the original left robe sleeve was slashed at will, constantly hitting the battle sword in Xiao Chen's hand.

"Clang"

The war sword was unsheathed, and Xiao Chen pulled out the second war sword from his body.

The old voice echoed in Xiao Chen's ears: "If you kill all the demigods in Lost Paradise, I will do my best to teach you the true meaning of a warrior. "
Chapter completed!