When he is planted with the blood killing order, he will also face the endless pursuit of the blood temple.

"Brother Zhuo..."

Yang Tong's face changed slightly, and when he was about to say something, Zhuo Wen pointed his sword with his right hand and plunged into the center of Yang Tong's eyebrows, directly destroying Yang Tong's soul and cutting off his vitality.

Looking at the completely fallen Yang Tong, Bi Shuang's eyes were full of fear, he stared at Zhuo Wen in front of him in fear, his heart was beating wildly, and at the same time, he regretted that he had come together with Yang Tong to deal with Zhuo Wen.

"Why is this Zhuo Wen so terrifying? If I had known this, I wouldn't have fought against him even if I died." Bi Shuang groaned secretly in his heart.

"Hand over everything on you!" Zhuo Wen looked at Bi Shuang coldly.

Bi Shuang trembled all over, not daring to be negligent, and immediately handed over everything on his body, even his own god-level axe.

After Zhuo Wen put away Bi Shuang's things casually, he leaned over and put away Yang Tong's spirit ring, and then checked Fan Yangtong's spirit ring casually, and found many sacred stones inside.

The function of the god stone is similar to that of the original fairy crystal, it is used for cultivation, but the fairy crystal is used for the cultivation of the immortal saint warrior, while the god stone is used for the cultivation of the god warrior.

It's just that Zhuo Wen is not interested in these sacred stones. He knows very well that he doesn't have much time and he can't take these things out.

Taking out Bi Shuang's Excalibur, Zhuo Wen weighed it lightly and nodded slightly. This Excalibur is quite convenient.

The "Destruction of Dao Swordsmanship" he practiced required a sword to exert its true power, but he had just realized it not long ago, so before he had time to forge his own divine sword, he encountered this kind of thing. Can replace Excalibur with sword fingers.

Although Yang Tong's Excalibur is not suitable for Zhuo Wen, the Excalibur is always better than the sword fingers, at least it can exert most of the power of "Destruction of Dao Swordsmanship".

Whoosh!

After Zhuo Wen put away Yang Tong and Bi Shuang's things, there was a sound of piercing through the air, and then Zhuo Wen found with vain eyes that it was not the killer of the Blood Temple who came this time, but the one he met in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. Jinghai, a gentle woman from Nine Heavens Palace.

Jinghai landed not far from Zhuo Wen, she first glanced at Zhuo Wen, her brows slightly frowned, but soon her face changed slightly and she found the body of Yang Tong lying at Zhuo Wen's feet.

"Yang Tong? Did you kill Yang Tong?"

Jing Hai was stunned for a moment, and then stared at Zhuo Wen with fiery eyes.

Zhuo Wenxin played with the divine sword in his hand, and said indifferently: "It's not my will to kill him, but he just wanted to die. I, Zhuo Wen, am definitely not a troublemaker. I think Senior Sister Jinghai is a sensible person."

"Bullshit, you killed my disciple of the Nine Heavens Palace, and you want me to be sensible, you are really despicable and disgusting."

As he said that, Jinghai stepped on his jade feet and came towards Zhuo Wen violently. He shot without listening to Zhuo Wen's explanation.

"The sword pierces the thorns!"

Zhuo Wen's face was ugly, so he had to use the divine sword to stab the thorns again.

I saw the divine sword blasting out, and the shadows of swords turned into snakes of thorns, wriggling and twisting, and plundered towards the tranquil sea from all directions.

At the same time, Zhuo Wen kicked his right foot and quickly retreated.

This Jinghai is very powerful, he should be a true god of disaster, and even stronger than Lianmeng, he might be a true god who has survived a thunder disaster. Zhuo Wen is not yet an opponent of such an existence, and he doesn't want to confront it head-on.

The corner of Jinghai's mouth sneered, and the jade palm twisted his wrist, a strange chill emerged from his palm, and the surrounding thorns completely stopped, and were stained with frost.

"broken!"

Jing Hai gave a coquettish cry, grasped the jade palm, and a squeezing force emerged from his body, and the thorns surrounded by ice collapsed into countless pieces.

Looking at Jinghai who easily destroyed the sword piercing the thorns, Zhuo Wen's heart sank slightly. This Jinghai is really too strong, and the gap between him and the true god is too big. He may not be Jinghai's opponent at all.

If Jinghai really wants to fight Zhuo Wen, Zhuo Wen may only be able to use the power of the fourfold Taoism.

bang bang bang!

Countless ice shards flew, Jinghai kicked his feet, like a vigorous angry dragon, quickly rushed towards Zhuo Wen, a terrifying coercion, as if the sky was falling, squeezed Zhuo Wen firmly in place.

"The first appearance of the sword light!"

Zhuo Wen narrowed his eyes slightly, squeezed the Excalibur with his right hand, and swiped forward suddenly. The sound of the blade cutting through the void, like cloth being torn, slowly resounded through the space.

At the moment when the divine sword reached the end, a condensed sword light shot out like a white marble, and quickly shot towards Jinghai's eyebrows in front of him.

Jing Hai's beautiful eyes narrowed, and she felt that the sword light was extraordinary, so she made a palm into a palm, and slapped it suddenly, and a terrifying cold burst out.

Zhuowen also discovered that the cold air blasted by Jinghai's palm actually contained an extremely powerful thunder aura, and this thunder aura made Zhuowen feel hairy all over his body.

Zhuo Wen knew that this thunderous aura should be a kind of heavenly aura endowed in Jinghai's power by the thunder disaster after Jinghai survived the thunder disaster.

"No wonder Master Taiqing said at the beginning that the more disasters the true god has survived, the more terrifying its strength is. I am afraid the main reason is the aura of this disaster. The stronger the aura of this disaster, the stronger the power of the true god. Power!" JrNovels.com