Chapter: 3504

To Zhuo Wen's surprise, the broken sword slashed at will, completely smashing his sword move.

Zhuo Wen's eyes showed determination, and instantly shattered three hundred soul galaxies. The incomparably huge consciousness was condensed into a point, attached to the soul-stirring needle, turned into a flash of golden light, and slammed heavily on the broken soul. on the sword.

boom!

Broken Sword froze, as if time stood still.

Seeing this scene, Zhuo Wen's eyes were full of brilliance, and he immediately took out the Essence of the Starry Sky, and after swallowing a drop, his soul recovered in an instant, and shattered three hundred soul galaxies again, and the terrifying consciousness was applied to the soul-stirring needle again.

bang bang bang!

Zhuowen shattered the soul galaxy time and time again, and swallowed the starry sky essence of the sky again and again. This was repeated ten times in a row. The soul-destroying needle was shattered into powder for the tenth time because it couldn't bear the terrifying power of consciousness.

But Broken Sword retreated again and again, its sword body became even more mutilated, and its aura became even more sluggish.

Zhuo Wen's eyes showed joy, and with a move with his right hand, the powerful divine power turned into a giant hand, and pinched the broken sword in the palm of his hand.

Afterwards, Zhuo Wen even made a series of restrictions with the ban on all things, and completely grasped the broken sword that was still trying to struggle.


After putting away the broken sword, Zhuo Wen swept out a storm of sword light.

"It's just a trifle, how can I have the ancient sword, bring it to me!"

Just as Zhuo Wen fled out of the sword light storm, a ferocious voice came, and not far away, a middle-aged man was like a cheetah, swiftly rushing towards Zhuo Wen, killing Zhuo Wen unceremoniously.

At the same time, in several other directions, several figures also flitted towards Zhuo Wen, and they were also killing Zhuo Wen, and they did not intend to keep Zhuo Wen alive.

Since the broken sword in Zhuo Wen's hands was too shabby, not many monks made the move this time.

Even if they made a move, it was those Xutian cultivators with average cultivation, those arrogant and powerful Xutian cultivators really wouldn't make a move for such an unattractive Broken Sword.

There were more than ten shots, almost all of them were deadly, and they were scrambling to be the first, and they didn't intend to keep Zhuowen alive.

The corner of Zhuo Wen's mouth was full of sneers, and twenty-four golden swords of Wu Shi Mo were sacrificed.

It's really not worth Zhuo Wen's use of the Wushimo Golden Sword to deal with these more than a dozen low-cultivation Xutian monks.

Pooh!

Pooh!

Twenty-four Beginless Demonic Golden Swords traced mysterious trajectories in the void, continuously interlacing to form a terrifying vortex of killing intent. Under this vortex of killing intent, none of the more than ten monks who came was spared, and all of them were killed. The strangulation turned into a blood mist, and the dead could not die again.

Within the range of several feet where Zhuo Wen was, blood rained all over the sky, and Zhuo Wen's divine power formed a barrier to block the rain of blood falling around him, which looked extremely strange and frightening.

With Zhuo Wen making such a move, he immediately startled many monks around him.

The monks who had planned to make a move all stopped one after another, not daring to act recklessly.

After all, the broken sword in Zhuo Wen's hand was nothing special, and there was really no need to offend such a strong man because of such a broken sword.

Di Ling raised his eyebrows, looked at Zhuo Wen more, and muttered to himself: "It seems that it is really like what Yao Xiong said, this son is not simple, his strength is not weak, and his spirit is still as powerful. The grasp is a little bit bigger."

Zhuo Wen sat cross-legged on a rock, with a broken sword lying across his knees, and his spiritual consciousness silently extended into the broken sword.

He always felt that the broken sword was unusual. After all, when he was chasing the broken sword, the broken sword controlled the storm of sword light to stop him, as if the broken sword was the king of countless ancient swords. Dare not to follow.


Zhuo Wen scanned the broken sword inside and out, and suddenly stopped at the broken part of the broken sword.

At this break, there is an extremely inconspicuous small hole.

This small hole is extremely dark, as if it is unfathomable, and it is difficult to detect the bottom.

Zhuo Wen's spiritual sense explored the small hole for dozens of breaths, and his expression suddenly became cautious.

Because at the end of the small hole, he noticed a space barrier.

This space barrier Zhuo Wen is too familiar with, because the entrance to the inner world of Chu also has such a space barrier.

There is such a space barrier at the end of the small hole, Zhuowen naturally knows what it means, that is to say, there is a small world at the other end of the space barrier.

Zhuo Wen didn't expect that the broken sword really contained a universe, and it was still a small world. Could it be that there is something left by the ancient sword king in this small world?

Thinking of this, Zhuo Wen's consciousness moved slightly, and immediately passed through the space barrier and entered the other end of the barrier.

This space is pitch-black, empty, and the only thing, I am afraid, is a huge irregular stone block standing in the center of this pitch-black space.

In the center of the stone, there is a sentence written in seal script. JrNovels.com