Chapter 68 Falling in Encirclement

Around Shen Aotian, the bodies are everywhere.

"No, that's my disciple!" Over the valley, a vile man came here. When he saw the environment in the valley, he was immediately shocked, moved and rushed into it.

Shen Aotian's action is ruthless and unrighteous. Every time he takes action, a god-cultivator must fall down. It's not a minor injury or death.

His body is full of blood and blood, which is comparable to the older generation of god practitioners. All the god practitioners at the scene are his enemies, and even the chaotic power can't be suppressed. After all, all the god practitioners who are comparable to this level can't be surpassed!

Shen Aotian's black hair is flying, and his posture is magnificent, like a god-killing god, which shocked all the god practitioners.

"Sneer!"

He tore a handsome god in half with one hand, and hit another god with a knife in one palm, like a demon, with high courage.

"Ky, dare to kill my disciples and die!"

At this moment, a sword light crossed a hundred feet of distance and cut at Shen Aotian, with strong pressure like a mountain, making Shen Aotian's face rise with a trace of solemnness.

"The strong man who cultivates the secret world of the gods!"

Shen Aotian's flesh was full of blood, condensed in his right hand, and he punched away against the running sword light.

The earthquake mountain shook, and all the valleys were turbulent, and the arrogant power fluttered, spitting blood and retreating the remaining dozen gods around.

And Shen Aotian also floated through his body's qi and blood, and his chest was stuffy. He retreated a few steps before he eased.

"Swipe!"

In front of Shen Aotian, a 30-year-old god-old god monk stood there with a long sword. His body was full of murderousness, his eyes swept around, frowned secretly, and stared at Shen Aotian without blinking: "Good boy, how dare you kill my disciples of Wanshenzong should be killed!"

In Shen Aotian's ruthless eyes, he looked solemnly at the middle-aged practitioners and said, "They took their own fault. If you want to kill me, you must have the consciousness of being killed!"

"Well, in that case, I will kill you!" The middle-aged god man looked cold, and he looked up to Shen Aotian, which was a domineering punch!

"Boom!"

Before the fist arrived, the fist wind came first. The domineering courage blew Shen Aotian's face painfully, and all around him was faint. Only the gradually growing iron fist was left, taking advantage of the power of heaven and earth to hit Shen Aotian's face!

"You are a little worse than the body!"

Shen Aotian snorted coldly and was not afraid. His body was full of blood and spirit was like a tide. He stepped forward and punched in.

"Kka!"

The sound of broken bones and tendons sounded, which shocked the practitioners around him. He saw that the middle-aged god man's right hand had been smashed, blood splashed, and the bone stubble was exposed. He retreated in pain and fainted.

"That's a weak god. It's terrible that his right hand was broken by a half-step god monk!" Some god practitioners stopped one after another and looked at Shen Aotian tremblingly, as if they had seen a ghost.

Especially those who besieged Shen Aotian and those who practiced the gods in contemptination and full of fear. At this moment, they knew Shen Aotian's horror. Shen Aotian did not do his best before. Otherwise, they would have died long ago. Thinking of this, they retreated again and again until they came to the valley before putting it down. Come on.

"Ky, I'll let you die!" The middle-aged god practitioners were furious, stopped the wound, roared, and retreated to the void. He knew that it was impossible to fight close to Shen Aotian. Therefore, as soon as he raised his hand, a murderous sword appeared, and waved a ten-foot-long sword at Shen Aotian.

"Boom!"

The sword spirit is like a mountain, abrupt and burly, stirring up the chaotic power of the animation, with the power of opening the sky, and cutting to Shen Aotian.

"Swipe!"

Shen Aotian is like a breeze, like a shadow, stepping on footwork. At the critical moment, he escaped from the place where he stood, instantly dozens of feet.

A shocking sound came out, and the place where it had just stood turned into a crack dozens of feet long, bending into the distance, making all the practitioners frightened.

"Is this the power of the secret place of the lower gods and practitioners? Shook the power of heaven and earth and exert your own strength!" Shen Aotian was surprised, but at this moment, several swords flew to him and killed him.

The sword spirit is horizontal, murderous, confused and vulnerable, lifting all the rubble around Shen Aotian and smashing it in the empty sky.

"Chaotic Yuanli protects the body!"

Shen Aotian was fearless in the face of danger. His hands trembled, and the chaotic Yuanli turned into a shield, guarding him inside and covering the sword spirit all over the sky.

Then, he looked solemn and pinched his hands, which was tedious and complicated. Slowly, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and the chaotic Yuanli in his body rolled and rushed to his hands. In Dantian, the chaotic Yuanli land slowly decreased, and finally it was close to dry.

Shen Aotian's body trembled, and his hands pinched the seal little by little, hard and dull.

"What is he doing? It's like releasing a big move!"

"That shield is the evolution of chaotic power!"

"Look, it's going to play..."

The practitioners around talked about it and did not come to invade. Obviously, they were using the hand of the middle-aged god practitioner to find out how strong Shen Aotian's strength was.

The sword spirit is like a rainbow, like rain, falling one after another, but it is covered by a shield, which makes the expression of the middle-aged god practitioners very embarrassed.

"God Sword Killing!"

At this time, Shen Aotian was sweating coldly and finally pinched the seal in his hand. His head-on soul gun was dazzling. With his shout, the soul gun flashed away!

The sword killing skill is a top secret skill, which is rare in the world. Now it is obtained by Shen Aotian, allowing him to directly cultivate this secret skill to Mahayana. However, the secret method has been learned, but the play is extremely hard. With his realm, he can't exert all its power at all, but even a small part is enough!

The soul gun was used with a sword, but it was still infinitely powerful. Annihilation cut through the sky and flew to the middle-aged god who stood in the void.

"What kind of secret art is this? How can it be so strange!" The middle-aged god cultivation man was shocked. Looking at the flashing soul gun, he could not avoid it at all. The speed was too fast, and the air machine had locked him, so that he could avoid it!

The sword is like Jinghong and is about to reach the heart of the middle-aged god practitioners.

"Fight!"

The middle-aged practitioner's face was fierce and his heart moved. At the moment when the soul gun appeared, he abruptly shifted his body.

"Ah!"

The blood light splashed and dyed the sky red. The middle-aged god man screamed and fell down from the sky. A terrible blood hole appeared on his chest. The soul gun pierced his heart, but even so, it only made him cough blood in his mouth one after another, wandering on the edge of death.

This kind of injury, if ordinary god practitioners have already died on the spot, but the strong man in the secret place of the low-grade god practitioners has communicated with heaven and earth, not to mention the golden elixir circulation in Dantian is enough to protect the heart and save their lives.

"Swipe!"

Shen Aotian threw an elixir in his mouth, and then turned into a phantom and ran to the fallen middle-aged god, trying to kill him.

However, at this moment, several lights in the sky flew towards the middle-aged practitioners.

"Brother..."

"Brother..."

The god practitioners were shocked and picked up the middle-aged god practitioners and kept greeting them.

Shen Aotian frowned and stopped ten feet away. The god practitioners are all strong in the secret world of the gods and practitioners. In his current state, he really can't defeat them. What's more, there will be more god practitioners in the back. If he besiege, he can't escape.

Looking at the many strong men of small and medium-sized sects around, Shen Aotian moved and wanted to say goodbye.

However, the middle-aged practitioner did not agree and jumped out one by one to stop Shen Aotian from going.

"I hurt the god in my door, I just want to go, but there is no door!" A young god exclaimed loudly, and the long sword in his hand fluttered, carried forward a set of mysterious swordsmanship, and attacked Shen Aotian.

"Look for death!"

Shen Aotian's face became gloomy, and his steps turned into several phantoms. He rushed to the young god-cultivator. At the same time, he raised his big hand and smashed the sword spirit. One bullied him and came to the young god-cultivator and picked him up with one hand.

"What, how could this happen or, is this still a half-step god? Unexpectedly, he defeated the weak god and the strong man in an instant!" The god practitioners around were shocked, and some of them were even more afraid!

"Gone go of my brother, otherwise, I, Wan Shuzong, will definitely make your life worse than death!" Behind the middle-aged god practitioners, an old man came out in public and threatened Shen Aotian.

"We are immortal! Aren't these sects just for some secret treasures? Let me tell you, it's impossible!" Shen Aotian's tone was extremely cold and unmoved. In his hand, the young god practitioner was caught by Shen Aotian and could not move.

"Quick release my brother, and you can still keep your whole body, otherwise, you will be doomed!" Another god man stood up and threatened Shen Aotian.

They were born in the big school and were used to issuing orders. Usually, when the practitioners saw it, who didn't give face, but Shen Aotian didn't eat this at all.

"You threatened me! Humph!" As soon as Shen Aotian's hand came out of the dark energy, a chaotic power immediately flowed out and entered the head of this young practitioner, which shocked him, but his heart was full of strength.

Finally, his eyes were wide open, his consciousness was broken, and he died here!

Looking at Shen Aotian's seven orifices bleeding, the old man was shocked and said, "How dare you kill my brother!"

"It's all at this, so what if you kill it!" Shen Aotian shook his arm and threw the god-cultivator at the old man, killing him.

"Good! Very good! Boy, you don't want to leave here today!" The old man said angrily.

"Bowman's evil array!"

I only heard the old man suddenly snorted coldly. Next to him, several powerful gods of Wan Shuzong heard the words. They were so evil and surrounded Shen Aotian with long swords.