The Legend of Mortal Killing Immortals

Chapter 247 Tu (1)

At this time, in the courtyard of Fusang Palace, Sakurai Hiroshi was suspended in mid-air proudly, looking at a huge black ball on the ground, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "If he hits this Senluo Temple, even if he is the same as me, he is a broken body." Immortal cultivators in the early stage, if you don't use up all your strength, you will never want to leave!"

All the Fusang Palace disciples also showed smiles. The Palace Master is the Palace Master. He is so powerful that he can perform such a terrifying technique. He is simply an irreplaceable idol in their hearts!

Grand Elder Miyamoto nodded repeatedly and said with a smile: "The Three Killing Skills of the Ghost Dao, Sen Luo Temple, really deserves its reputation. I regret that I didn't practice the ghost way!"

When everyone was feeling elated because Zao Wou-ki was trapped by the Shufa Senluo Temple, suddenly a white light suddenly cut the black ball, Sakurai Hiroshi's face changed, and blood flowed from his forehead.His eyes were full of horror.

After cutting through the Senluo Hall, Zhao Wuji leaped out and took a deep breath, the rotten smell in the Senluo Hall made him feel very uncomfortable.

And the ball of black true essence behind him disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Quiet.

Only the sound of Sakurai Hiroshi gnashing his teeth remained.

"Impossible! This is impossible! Sen Luodian can't trap you!" Sakurai Hiroshi roared like crazy.

Zhao Wuji put away the Pan Gu ax that changed with shape, and said slowly: "It's like trapping me with this? It's just a dream, what else can you do, just use it!"

Sakurai Hiroshi was trembling with anger, but the one-style Sen Luodian just now had exhausted all his true energy, so he had to step back quickly, and angrily ordered his subordinates: "Go! Grab him! As long as Just leave me a breath!"

All the disciples of Fusang Palace regained their composure, rushed out and rushed towards Zhao Wuji.

"You guys are looking for death, you can't blame me!" Zhao Wuji once again sacrificed twenty flying swords, and greeted hundreds of Fusang Palace disciples.

All of a sudden, the entire Fusang Palace was surrounded by swords and shadows, countless blood splashed in the air, and stumps and broken arms flew all over the sky.

However, the highest ones who have been doing the work are only the disciples of the Fusang Palace in the infancy stage, and the remaining masters are watching coldly from the sidelines.

(End of this chapter)