The middle-aged monk carried Si Junyu and got closer and closer to Gusu Qi and Tianchen Zhenjun.
In the blink of an eye, it was already less than one foot.
Different from the suppressed excitement in the eyes of Gu Su Qi and Zhenjun Tianchen, the middle-aged monk looked very calm, with deep eyes without any waves.
Coming closer, the middle-aged monk seemingly casually threw Si Junyu towards True Lord Tianchen on the opposite side.
True Lord Tianchen's eyes were filled with light and he quickly reached out to pick it up.
On the other side, Gu Su Qi couldn't help laughing loudly.
"Ha ha… "
suddenly!
Gu Su Qi's laughter stopped suddenly!
From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a figure, following Si Junyu, and suddenly rushed forward, with a fierce light in his eyes, like an ancient monster that wanted to bite people!
hiss!
Gusu Qi took a breath of air.
This middle-aged monk actually had murderous intentions towards True Lord Nascent Soul!
How dare he!
How dare a monk in the Golden Core realm dare to attack the True Monarch Nascent Soul!
"Come and die!"
The middle-aged monk suddenly opened his mouth, like a tongue bursting with spring thunder, exuding suffocating murderous intent. He stretched out his huge and thick palm, covering the sky and the sun, stirring up the wind and clouds.
Gu Su Qi felt his eyes darken, and a large shadow shrouded his head, like dark clouds looming over the city!
"you wanna die!"
Gusu Qi held the sword in his backhand and slashed in front of him!
The two of them were too close.
Before the sword technique could be fully unleashed, Su Zimo's left hand had already grasped Gu Su Qi's wrist!
No matter how brilliant the swordsmanship is, it is useless at this time.
This distance requires close combat and physical strength!
Gu Su Qi's expression changed drastically, and panic finally flashed in his eyes.
His wrist was locked tightly by the middle-aged monk and he could not break free at all.
Only then did he realize how terrifying the middle-aged monk's body was!
This middle-aged monk's close combat power was enough to threaten his life!
Gusu Qi is the True Lord of Nascent Soul.
If it were a normal fight, using spiritual consciousness to mobilize mana, there would be no chance for the middle-aged monk to get close.
In the current situation, being approached by a middle-aged monk is equivalent to being approached by a pure-blood beast. If there is a slight mistake, he will be killed on the spot!
The vast majority of cultivators have weak bodies and are far inferior to the demon clan.
Therefore, cultivators will use spiritual techniques, spells, spiritual weapons and other means to continuously widen the distance to prevent the monsters from getting close.
But once a monster comes close, the cultivator will be in danger!
True Lord Tianchen had just caught Si Junyu who was thrown at him and was unable to help at all.
At this moment, everything can only be relied on by Gu Suqi himself!
The timing of the middle-aged monk's attack was too exquisite.
One minute faster or one minute slower will not cause such a situation.
Click!
The middle-aged monk didn't give Gu Su Qi any time to react and simply crushed the latter's wrist!
"ah!"
Gusu Qi cried out in pain, and cold sweat broke out instantly.
call!
At the same time, the middle-aged monk's big hand that covered the sky came down, emitting a tragic aura that suppressed everything.
Gu Suqi's wrist was crushed, and his head stagnated for a moment. When he reacted, the middle-aged monk's palm had already landed on his head.
In a hurry, he could only raise his arms to block.
Click, click, click!
There was only a brief collision, and Gu Su Qi's arm was instantly crushed under the middle-aged monk's palm!
The palm of his hand continued to castrate, and he slapped Gusu Qi's Tianling Cap hard!
boom!
Brain burst!
Gusu Qi stared, with cracks appearing on his face.
His head was almost smashed to pieces by the middle-aged monk!
The soul was directly shattered, and those who were already dead could no longer die!
The True Lord of Nascent Soul has died!
Gusu Qishang, who was in the center of the battlefield, couldn't react, and the others were stunned on the spot.
No one, whether it was Ji Yaoxue or Si Junyu, expected that the situation on the battlefield would suddenly change, and in less than a breath, the True Lord Nascent Soul would fall!
What's even more frightening is that the killings haven't stopped yet!
"Monk, how dare you!"
True Lord Tianchen had just put Si Junyu down when he saw this scene. His mind was shaken and he couldn't help but become furious!
"Why don't I dare!"
After the middle-aged monk beheaded Gu Su Qi, he didn't pause at all. With one big step, he rushed to the front of True Lord Tianchen and shouted: "You are the one to be killed!"
Hearing these words, Zhenjun Mingze was shocked.
You are the one who will be killed. These five words mean that from the very beginning, the middle-aged monk had murderous intent on these two Nascent Soul Lords!
This monk captured Si Junyu alive, not to use him as a bargaining chip in negotiations.
He captured Si Junyu alive just for this moment!
From the beginning to the end, he had no intention of letting go of these two Nascent Soul Lords!
This person is really brave!
On the battlefield.
True Monarch Tianchen turned the sword in his hand, pointed the blade at the heart of the middle-aged monk, stabbed it hard, and said in a cold voice: "I don't know whether to live or die!"
The sword's light is fierce and its edge is sharp enough to kill everything!
This is the magical weapon of True Monarch Nascent Soul.
Although the middle-aged monk's physical body is powerful and can break a high-grade spiritual weapon with one finger, he cannot withstand the edge of the magical weapon.
Facing the sword cultivator's sharp edge, he could only retreat.
However, as long as he retreats and the distance between the two sides widens, he will never have the chance to fight against the True Lord Nascent Soul.
"Buzz!"
A flash of determination flashed in the middle-aged monk's eyes, and he spoke Sanskrit sounds.
The void trembles.
True Lord Tianchen's long sword paused for a moment.
But this slight pause was subtle and had almost no impact.
The middle-aged monk's speed did not slow down, but he turned slightly sideways and continued to attack True Lord Tianchen.
Poof!
The sword that originally pierced his heart was deflected a little, but still stabbed hard into the middle-aged monk's chest!
Bloody light emerged.
The middle-aged monk was completely unaware, with a fierce light in his eyes. He let the long sword penetrate his body and continued to rush forward!
True Lord Mingze and everyone could clearly see a bloody sword blade protruding from the middle-aged monk's vest.
Although this sword failed to pierce the heart of the middle-aged monk.
But the distance between the sword edge and the heart is only a short distance!
As long as Zhenjun Tianchen turns his wrist, the sword edge is enough to crush the heart of the middle-aged monk!
At this moment, the middle-aged monk came in front of True Lord Tianchen with a long sword and waved his arm directly!
This arm looked soft, but it was like the proboscis of an ancient divine elephant. With a snap, it made a crisp sound in the air, wrapped around the head of True Monarch Tianchen, and gave it a hard swing!
Click, click, click!
True Lord Tianchen's head rotated on his neck several times before slowly stopping. His eyes bulged and he had already stopped breathing.
The outcome has been decided.
Life and death are divided.
Under such force, True Lord Tianchen's neck bones had already been shattered.
His head was turned into paste by this shock, and his soul was extinguished.
Before he died, his palms tightly grasped the hilt of the sword.
But after all, it was a little too slow and failed to crush the middle-aged monk's heart.
This is Melee Striker!
As long as you are one step slower, even just a tiny bit, one will live and the other will die!
Life and death, in this moment!
True Lord Mingze couldn't believe how the middle-aged monk felt when he was on the battlefield.
He was just an outsider, and he was so nervous that he broke into a cold sweat!
This is really a life-and-death struggle!
As long as Zhenjun Tianchen takes action quickly, the middle-aged monk is lying on the ground at this moment.
But then I thought about it, and it seemed that only this choice, this kind of decision, could kill Zhenjun Tianchen!
"What a scary monk, who is he?"
Lord Mingze looked at the back of the middle-aged monk and felt not only shock, but also fear!