Moreover, the surface of these rainy sword lights is even more purple, just like purple rain, eloquently.

The eyes of the two men in black were solemn, and they were quite embarrassed to deal with Ziyu.

Pooh!

Two Killing Yellow Spring Fingers hit the chests of the two of them. Although the two of them took precautions in time, they still spit blood from the blow and their faces turned pale.

Zhuo Wen stabbed the thorns with his sword, restrained the two retreating people with the thorns transformed by the shadow of the sword, and then Zhuo Wen strolled in the courtyard, passing the two of them, and two sword lights flashed across the eyebrows of the two of them very quickly.

The souls of the two men in black were wiped out, falling into the air, and their vitality was cut off.

Song Yan's pupils shrank, he stared at Zhuo Wen, and then immediately backed away.

This Song Yan's strength is not weak, but he is just a god of disaster, even the three men in black were killed in an instant, how dare he face Zhuo Wen.

"You dare to kill our Song family? You are so brave!"

Song Yan yelled sensually, but backed away quietly. He had secretly informed his father that his father and the masters of the Song family would arrive here soon, and this person would soon become a shackle.

"I dare to kill you!"

Zhuo Wen stood still, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.

Song Yan naturally saw the expression on Zhuo Wen's face, and he immediately realized that something was wrong, and only heard a whoosh, and a black flame enveloped him completely.

"It's just rubbish, Master Long will kill you with one move!"

Amidst the black flames, Xiao Hei's arrogant voice sounded, and when the black flames subsided, Song Yan had already turned into fly ash.

Zhuo Wen silently looked at Song Yan, who was already dead and couldn't die anymore, without any pity in his heart. Song Yan himself was a scumbag, as could be seen from the dozens of female corpses in his basement.

And Zhuo Wen was sure that there were more than a dozen female cultivators killed by Song Yan, but most of the female corpses should have been disposed of by Song Yan.

"Bastard, dare to kill my son, die..."

However, just after Xiao Hei killed Song Yan, the head of the Song family, Song Jiahao, and some high-level officials of the Song family who hurried over saw this scene.

Song Jiahao erupted on the spot, tearing his teeth apart, and rushed towards Leihuojian.

Seeing the terrifying aura of Song Jiahao, Xiao Hei was so frightened that he fled away in a hurry, rushed to Zhuo Wen's side, and said brazenly: "What's wrong with Ben Long killing your son? You'd better keep your mouth clean, otherwise Ben Long will even kill you." cut."

"Master Long, this seems to be a true god of three calamities, we shouldn't be opponents, right?" Xue Xian timidly said.

"Damn, worthless guy, what is the Three Calamities True God? Zhuowen, I trained him, and he can deal with this old thing without my help." Xiao Hei still boasted honestly.

"Okay, okay! The sword spirit, a mere god tool, is so arrogant. This old man must draw out your sword spirit and burn it for ninety-nine and eighty-one days, so that you can endure endless suffering, and let you know the fate of offending this old man!"

Song Jiahao was so angry that his beard was trembling. He just wanted the rest of the top Song family members to take down Zhuo Wen and Xiao Hei, but Xiao Hei suddenly stopped and said, "Old man, don't you want to be ashamed? Look at the kid next to me!" , he is only a late stage god, look at those old guys around you, they are all true gods of the second calamity, how dare you group attack?"

Zhuo Wen naturally knew what Xiao Hei meant, and said calmly: "Old man, today I will challenge you, the true god of the three disasters, as the late stage god, but I want to see how many tricks you, the true god of the three disasters, can survive in my hands."

"Of course, if you feel that you are not my opponent, you can also let them fight together. I will not refuse anyone."

The black-clothed man in Dazzle Light Firm looked at the brash one-man-one-sword with great interest, but secretly shook his head in his heart.

That young man is only a late stage god, no matter how against the sky, how could he be Song Jiahao's opponent.

Although this son can avoid being besieged by uttering such aggressive methods, he will die in the end.

Song Jiahao naturally knew the purpose of Zhuo Wen and Xiao Hei, but he didn't care at all, whether it was a siege or a one-on-one fight, this kid would definitely die.

"In the face of absolute strength, your little cleverness is nothing but floating clouds!"

Song Jiahao sneered, and took out a long-handled broadsword. This sword was radiant, and it was obviously a true artifact of high quality.

"Old man, you talk a lot, you hit me whenever you want, why are you chattering like a bitch!" Xiao Hei sarcastically mercilessly.

Song Jiahao was furious, raised his saber, and slashed at Zhuo Wen, the light of the saber stretched across like a bridge.

At the same time, Song Jiahao's spiritual sense locked onto Zhuo Wen even more firmly, and the spatula followed Song Jiahao's spiritual sense, and quickly slashed towards Zhuo Wen.

Sensing Song Jiahao's powerful spiritual sense, Zhuo Wen stared blankly, revealing a strange look.

Afterwards, Zhuo Wen's soul-stirring needle flashed out from the center of his eyebrows, piercing Song Jiahao's consciousness at an extremely fast speed, and following Song Jiahao's consciousness, he swept towards Song Jiahao's eyebrows at an extremely fast speed.

Due to the addition of Ziyao Xinghe Shensha, the soul-destroying needle has the terrifying powerful power of devouring the soul, which is more than double or twice stronger than before.

Song Jiahao only felt a pain in the center of his brow, and then he was horrified to find that the power of his soul had been stripped out involuntarily, and he was so frightened that he quickly stabilized his soul. JrNovels.com