In the end, everyone around reached a consensus, calling out their artifacts one after another, and bombarded Zhuo Wen with a strong killing intent.

At this moment, Zhuowen had no reservations. Forty-eight golden swords of the Beginless Demon surrounded his body, and the raging black fire kept burning, firmly guarding Zhuowen.

bang bang bang!

Nearly a hundred divine weapons hit the Wushimo Golden Sword, but they were unable to break through the defense of the Wushimo Golden Sword.

"Continue, this guy is really not easy. The Three Calamities True God has such a powerful combat power. He must have obtained a lot of good things in the Valley of Fallen Demons. Let's kill him together!"

When the attack was blocked, not only did the many monks not back down, but the greedy look in their eyes became more and more intense. They concluded that the monk in front of them must have received great benefits from Falling Demon Valley.

bang bang bang!

Nearly a hundred monks worked together to attack again and again, and each attack became stronger and more terrifying.

Zhuo Wen, who was inside the Golden Sword of Beginless Demon, also became paler and paler.

He maintains the defense of the Beginless Demon Golden Sword, but it takes a lot of mental effort, especially in the face of the combined attack of so many powerful monks, he seems to be extremely struggling.

"Boy, throw the Jidao Fire Sword!" Xiao Hei suddenly said in a deep voice.

Zhuo Wen was stunned, and at some point in his hand, a flaming extreme fire sword appeared.

Although he didn't know what Xiao Hei was going to do, but he knew that at this juncture, Xiao Hei would never cheat him.

When another attack fell in the gap, Zhuo Wen suddenly threw the Jidao Fire Sword out.

I saw the Jidao Fire Sword turned into a flame and disappeared into the crowd in front.

"What is this sword? It seems to have a bit of aura on it."

Everyone in front showed doubts, and their attention fell on the extreme fire sword.

"Little Huozi, I have wronged you! Explode!" Xiao Hei's voice sounded faintly.

Boom!

Immediately, the Jidao Fire Sword exploded violently, and terrifying flames surged out, instantly enveloping the cultivator in front of him.

"Walk!"

Xiao Hei said something quickly, and Zhuo Wen immediately controlled the Beginless Demon Golden Sword to turn into a whirlpool of killing intent, and broke through to the rear.

The explosion of the extreme fire sword in front attracted the attention of most of the monks in the rear. When Zhuo Wen attacked, many monks in the rear were caught off guard, and several monks in front were immediately strangled to death by the whirlpool of killing intent.

"Don't let him escape!"

Everyone in the rear shouted in unison, and immediately a series of artifacts came to greet him, and landed heavily on Zhuo Wen.

Zhuowen's powerful spiritual consciousness burst out violently, and the killing intent vortex formed by the forty-eight Wushimo golden swords was so powerful that it actually resisted all the artifacts.

With a muffled snort, blood overflowed from the corner of Zhuo Wen's mouth, and with a loud roar, a whirlpool of murderous intent shot up into the sky, dispersing all the blocked artifacts.

The wings of the candle dragon raised, and Zhuo Wen rushed out like a lightning bolt, breaking through the encirclement.

"Chase! This person is injured, and he will definitely not be able to escape far."

Many monks in the rear turned into rainbows, following behind Zhuo Wen.

As for the nearly forty or so monks in front, nearly 20 of them died under the self-explosion of the Jidao Fire Sword, while the remaining more than 20 monks were all slightly or severely injured.

But the more than twenty monks didn't feel the slightest fear, but were annoyed, and chased Zhuo Wen regardless of their injuries.

In their view, this Zhuo Wen was really hateful, he actually used despicable means to severely injure them.

Sensing the many monks chasing after him like crazy, Zhuo Wen's face was extremely gloomy.

Although his actual combat strength is good, he is still not the opponent of so many monks.

At present, only Zhuowen in black can deal with so many monks.

But Zhuo Wen in black was seriously injured, and he was far from recovering.

In order to make Zhuowen in black recover as soon as possible, Zhuowen took out all the magic medicines of the sixth and seventh levels in the spirit ring, and healed Zhuowen in black, hoping that Zhuowen in black could recover in a short time.

Half a month later, Zhuowen stopped on a hill, but before he could rest for a long time, a group of artifacts greeted him and smashed on the hill, smashing the whole hill into pieces.

Zhuowen was forced to dodge helplessly. At this moment, his face was pale, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead. JrNovels.com