Chapter 1711 Fierce Battle

"boom!"

The two figures flew out in an instant.

A steel mace appeared in Zhenyuan's hand. The steel mace was in the shape of a four-diamond shape. The Zhenyuan Sword slashed at it crazily. Large sparks flew out. The steel mace vibrated violently, and a gap was cut directly by the Zhenyuan Sword.

Zhenyuan's body trembled with the vibration of the mace, and his arms felt like they were about to explode.

Even the tiger's mouth hurts.

"What a power!"

His eyes shrank slightly, and the soles of his feet slid on the ground, leaving deep ravines.

The other two were merciless, slashing Jiang Du's chest with a nine-ringed sword with a fierce wind.

A glowing palm struck Jiang Du heavily on the head.

Blood spurted out, but Jiang Du's physical body had already improved to a higher level. The nine-ring knife, which was enough to split the mountain, only split his flesh and blood and was blocked by the bones.

On the contrary, Jiang Du's eyes were a little blurry when he was struck by the glowing palm.

"Hahaha, so happy!"

Jiang Du's soles stepped hard on the ground, and the soil was splashed in all directions by the terrifying impact.

His figure has rushed up again.

"Is this the Star God?"

The stocky old man exclaimed, as if he understood something, and the greedy color in his eyes could no longer be concealed.

"He has the sequence!"

Zhenyuan also said with certainty.

After saying this sentence, everyone's breathing became heavier.

He has the sequence!

Just such an extremely common sentence made everyone blinded by greed.

"kill!"

The stocky old man immediately roared loudly.

At this moment, his aura suddenly doubled in volume, and overwhelming pressure pressed toward Jiang Du.

To dominate the realm is not even to dominate the first realm, but to dominate the second realm.

The powerful power of domination covered his body, turning his whole body black.

"Great Zen Hun Tian Palm!"

He exploded with all his strength, and suddenly made a black palm print. Accompanied by a faint Zen sound, the palm print instantly expanded to several meters in size, and he slapped Jiang Du.

Wherever the palm print passed, the soil flew away and energy overflowed.

"Nine-day chain!"

The man holding the nine-ring sword also roared.

In an instant, nine rays of snow-white sword light merged into one and rushed towards Jiang Du.

Jiang Du took a deep breath.

His eyes opened angrily, and his legs stepped heavily on the earth, as if he was rooted in the earth.

He didn't even swing his sword, and just faced two terrifying attacks with a horse stance.

Even before the black palm prints came, the terrible wind was blowing Jiang Du's clothes crazily.

"boom!"

Finally, the black palm prints hit Jiang Du's body hard like a bulldozer.

The soil exploded, and the palm prints pushed Jiang Du back.

All nine sword lights struck Jiang Du.

The explosion rose, and puffs of smoke and dust seemed to form small mushroom clouds.

But this is not the end.

The stocky old man roared, and his figure turned into black light, and the earth trembled as he passed by.

The middle-aged man holding the knife suddenly rushed over.

Zhenyuan was behind, watching this scene, and for some reason, he felt an uneasy feeling in his heart.

His face changed slightly, but he still gritted his teeth. The steel mace in his hand suddenly swung, and the steel mace emitted a strong light. At this moment, the steel mace weighed an unknown number of tons, and he suddenly smashed it over.

Wherever the mace passed, the air was distorted.

"boom!"

Among the smoke and dust, another terrifying and low impact sound was heard.

Black light and sword light soared into the sky.

"Die!"

There was gravel splashing out, but it was like bullets, telling the shuttle.

Youlinma couldn't dodge and was hit by a small stone. It exploded and was filled with blood and flesh.

Others scurried to dodge.

Some trees were smashed by rocks.

"Boom boom boom..."

Continuous roaring sounds continued.

"Die!"

A low, suppressed roar sounded, like a beast trapped in a cage coming out of its cage.

This voice is Jiang Du's voice.

"boom!"

A figure flew out directly, with blood flowing. In his hand, he still held a nine-ring sword, but this sword was cut in half.

The flying figure had a terrifying sword mark in the middle of his body. This sword mark was about to cut him in half.

But it was not successful.

Even so, the guy holding the nine-ring sword was severely injured, and blood continued to flow. He wanted to recover from the injury, but the sword energy attached to the wound made it impossible for him to recover.

Zhenyuan's face changed slightly, and he suddenly put his palms in his hands.

"Woo..."

A blood-stained steel mace flew out from the smoke.

fell into his hands again.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood spat out on the mace, and the mace began to turn blood red.

"kill!"

His figure rushed towards the battle group.

"I asked you to fight!"

Jiang Du roared angrily, and a sword light cut through the smoke and fell from the sky.

"Ding!"

The earth shook.

"Ding ding ding, poof!"

"Click!"

It was the sound of sharp blades cutting into flesh and bones.

"You deserve to die!"

…

The other members had a look of fear on their faces. With their eyes wide open, they could see what the battle was like in the smoke.

But that picture made them extremely frightened.

Because this person who appeared out of nowhere, completely ignored that his chest was completely dented by the blow, and just slashed hard with his sword.

The stocky old man's head was chopped off, leaving a large gap.

And this gap is still deepening.
To be continued...