My apprentices are all bosses

Chapter 545
Immediately, Blood Ax War God's face became extremely pale in an instant, and his huge body staggered in mid-air with an expression of disbelief.

"Junior... you, you are so powerful?"

The Blood Ax God of War held the Chixiao Sword in his hand, but the next moment Chi Xiaozi's sword trembled, and a bright red heart was picked out from the Blood Ax War God's chest by Chi Xiaozi.

"you!"

The Blood Ax God of War coughed up blood, but at this moment, the old blood-clothed ghost suddenly smiled grimly at a young disciple beside him: "The time of devotion has come, your heart will live forever in the body of the God of War!"

He dug out a bloody, still beating heart from the young man's chest, and came to the Blood Ax God of War.

Immediately, the young man fell limply to the ground, fanaticism and glory flashed in his eyes, without any fear.

Strange streaks of blood came out of the old blood-clothed ghost's hands, and he slowly stuffed his heart into his chest cavity.

"Suppress your cultivation, or your blood will tear this heart apart!"

Immediately, Blood Ax War God's complexion improved a lot, but his cultivation had plummeted to the Condensed Gang Realm.

"Haha, is the Shushan Sword Palace so lively today, I can't miss my celestial master Lei Dao."

At this moment, a hearty laughter suddenly resounded in the mountains of Shushan Sword Palace.

I saw a middle-aged man wearing the uniform of Lei Dao Tianshi, leading a group of white-clothed youths, like a group of exiles, slowly landed on the square of Shushan Sword Palace.

"Zhang Daoyi! What are you doing here?"

The shadow demon grandma screamed sharply: "This is a private matter between us and the old sword god, do you really want to take this muddy water?"

"Everything in the world is public, not private."

Heavenly Master Lei Dao Zhang Dao Fuchen rests on his right hand, a thunder seal floats on his head, flashing thunder light.

"The old sword god's heart is all about the world, so his affairs are naturally the world's affairs. A hundred years ago, he protected me, the Celestial Master Lei Dao. How can I not come today?"

Zhang Daoyi looked at the old sword god with reverence on his face, and said respectfully: "Heavenly Master Lei Dao Zhang Daoyi, see Huaxia Sword God!"

"Disciple of Heavenly Master Lei Dao, join Huaxia Sword God!"

All disciples of the Celestial Master Lei Dao respectfully spoke like thunder.

One must know that Nangong Liuyun was also called the God of Sword in the list of gods before, but after all, it was a small fight and could not be on the stage.

However, the old sword god can crown the word Huaxia in front of the sword god, and the weight is naturally different!

"Hahaha! In the past, I used my blood to protect the common people, but today the common people in the world will protect me!"

The old sword god stood in the void, with a look of nostalgia on his face, and said: "In the past, I did kill the heads of evil cultivators, but you took advantage of the wars in the world to harm people everywhere with evil methods."

"Even if I were to fall at the hands of you today, Sect Master Lin will inherit my will and protect the common people of China!"

The old sword god looked at Lin Beichen admiringly. Lin Beichen could have left directly today, but he chose to stay!
This choice represents Beichenzong, who will face the crusade of evil cultivators in the future.

"The old sword god is too famous. Another reason why I didn't leave is because I want to know the truth about Changsheng Pavilion."

"Now, I'm afraid the people from Changsheng Pavilion have arrived."

Just when Lin Beichen's voice fell.

On a mountain peak in the distance, there were actually eight teenagers standing, looking down at the situation below.

The cultivation bases of these eight people are all exposed at this moment, they are in the realm of heaven and man!

"Eight Sons of Longevity? You are here, it seems that the old sword god is doomed today, hahaha!"

The blood-clothed ghost boss laughed. The eight sons of Changsheng are the eight most famous people in the Changsheng Pavilion. Their cultivation bases are all in the realm of heaven and man, and they can form formations among them. They are known as being able to kill immortals!
"Zhang Daoyi, you retreat now, and I, Changsheng Pavilion, will never trouble you with the Celestial Master Lei Dao in the future."

Among the eight teenagers, one who seemed to be the youngest spoke.

"You Changsheng Pavilion is too much! The old sword god didn't enmity with you in the past, why did you come here?"

Zhang Daoyi roared angrily, but his face had long since lost the previous confidence, and he was hesitating instead.

On fame...

There are many believers in Tianshi Leidao, and it has been passed down for hundreds of years.

But in terms of real strength, Tianshi Leidao is far inferior to Changsheng Pavilion!
"Because we don't allow people to ascend. People in Huaxia who want to ascend must obtain the consent of the pavilion master."

The young man looked indifferently, and looked at the old sword god very calmly.

On the surface, he was only twelve or thirteen years old, but his eyes were full of vicissitudes, and when he opened his mouth, he was old-fashioned.

Obviously, this is an old monster who doesn't know how long he has lived!

"I didn't expect eight of them to come! It's really giving me a headache. It seems that today... there is going to be a massacre. It may take some time until the gate of heaven opens."

Lin Beichen patted his forehead with a bitter look on his face.

"Lin Beichen, you are indeed in the limelight recently, but we are not the only ones here today."

The boy said coldly.

I saw four golden light spots suddenly appearing in the sky.

As soon as everyone saw the four points, they saw four men in golden armor standing in the field in the blink of an eye.

These men are all European faces, and their aura of divine power is completely different from that of Huaxia monks, as if they are holy and holy.

If the gods under Zeus could be called gods, then they are the main gods, the kings of gods!

They were shining with dazzling light, holding holy swords and holy spears in their hands, and the aura they exuded was not weaker than Huaxia's holy weapons in the slightest!
"Old Sword God, a hundred years ago you claimed to be the guardian of the East, but you actually drove the eight of us out of China, making it impossible for us to protect our country."

"Today, I, Amos, the leader of the Holy Crusaders! I was ordered to judge you."

As soon as these eight people arrived, plus the eight people from the Changsheng Pavilion, plus the old blood-clothed ghost and the shadow demon grandma...

There are fourteen celestial beings here!
"What is your country, you really have no shame, come to China to establish a colony, and rob China's wealth and cultivation resources!"

"The failures of the past can't make you wake up, but today you come to revenge, it's really shameless!"

Chi Xiaozi's eyes flashed with determination, Shushan Sword Palace has become a meeting place in the Chinese martial arts world today because of the ascension of the old sword god!
If it is successful, the Shushan Sword Palace will be immortal, no matter how innocent Xiu dares to take half a step!
If it is defeated, the Shushan Sword Palace will be wiped out by evil cultivators, and China's martial arts will decline for decades!

"Why isn't the gate of heaven open?"

Lin Beichen said to himself, as long as the gate of heaven is opened and the old sword god is gone, these people will automatically disperse.

After all, it is unreasonable for a dozen or so celestial beings to slaughter a group of Ninggang and even Baodan. Their goal is only the old sword god.

Although the old sword's supernatural cultivation is not enough to kill them, it should be fine to persist for a while.

He stared at the old blood-clothed ghost, the shadow demon grandma, and the gossip Taoist of Changsheng Pavilion, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and murmured: "I forgot! Today the old sword god ascended, there is no sacrifice of millions of souls, Tianmen It won't open."

"However, with your blood as a sacrifice, it is barely acceptable."

Lin Beichen stood in the air, with an indescribably detached aura all over his body.

Although he is only in the realm of the gods, under the coercion of more than a dozen celestial beings on the opposite side, he did not lose the wind in the slightest.

"Haha, Lin Beichen, do you really think you have become the savior? The old sword god must die today. He had too many enemies in the past."

"Young man, I advise you not to mistake yourself!"

The blood-clothed ghost sneered and warned.

"I heard that Beichenzong has a complete magic circle. I think our Changsheng Pavilion may have to pay a visit."

The people in Changsheng Pavilion also said.

"Whoever stops us from killing him today is an enemy of the West! Don't think that kid Zeus can change anything. The five main gods behind him know the grievances between us and the old sword god!"

The four people in the West are also warnings.

"What if I have to make a move today?"

Lin Beichen's black hair fluttered, and he said with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Then go to die!"

The eight people in the Changsheng Pavilion joined forces to form a magic circle, covering Lin Beichen.

Chi Xiaozi and the others all changed their colors. The fluctuation in the formation made his hairs stand on end. It is said that the formation of these eight people can kill the immortals of the upper world!

However, Lin Beichen still stood where he was, showing a faint smile.

He stretched out a finger, pointing forward, and a sword energy was being breathed out on the finger.

"Haha, this Lin Beichen was so frightened that he couldn't do it. Why didn't he move? Could it be that he was caught without a fight?"

"The so-called genius is nothing more than that. I really don't see anything special about it. The world spread rumors and made him invincible."

"After Lin Beichen's death, we will divide up the belongings of Beichenzong..."

Many evil cultivators sneered.

(End of this chapter)