Moses raised his left fist, which was still empty, and smashed it out fiercely. Suddenly, the space between the two was collapsing.

In the gap in the collapsed space, countless tides surged out, manifesting one after another terrifying and hideous dragons.

These dragons wrapped Zhuowen in an instant, and immediately began to wrap and tighten fiercely, trying to strangle Zhuowen completely inside.

The tide receded and the dragon gradually disappeared, but Moses' face was full of horror, because he found that the palm that was pinching his right fist was not only not loosening, but was clenching fiercely, with such force that he couldn't help it. He grunted in pain.

"Moses, you only have this strength?"

The tide broke away with a bang, Zhuo Wen still stood motionless like a mountain, the mocking look in the corner of his mouth became more intense, and the fear in Moses' eyes became more profound.

"How is it possible? You...are there nothing wrong?" Moses said tremblingly.

He suddenly realized that at this moment, he looked so small in front of the human being in front of him.

It seems that the human being in front of him can deprive him of his life at will with just one thought.

This feeling intensified the fear in his heart, and the fear made him scream.

"Before you have been in front of me, clamoring that I am a small bastard, an ant, as if I am not worth mentioning in front of you, you can easily crush me to death as long as you make a move!"

Click!

As Zhuowen said, he squeezed his right hand violently, directly smashing Moses' right fist into pieces.

And Moses screamed in horror, his eyes were protruding.

"I saw you yelling for so long, and I really thought you were very powerful and could easily pinch me to death! Now it seems...you are just a dog that can bark very well. As for your strength, hehe...it really makes me very happy. Disappointed!"

Zhuo Wen said indifferently, twisted his right hand suddenly, and Moses' right hand was torn off by him.

"You said that I don't respect the saint, and you want to teach me a lesson! So, what about that lesson?"

Tear!

Zhuowen also tore off Moses' left arm, and what remained was Moses' shrill scream.

"You said that my enemy is currently distracted and doesn't know how to write dead characters? But now I tell you, I really know how to write dead characters!"

Zhuowen held Moses' legs with both hands and tore them off, blood sprayed out.

Moses fell face to face on the ground, and blood flowed all over the ground.

Zhuowen squatted down slowly in front of Moses, and wrote the big word 'death' in front of Moses with the blood on the ground.

"Did you see the dead word clearly?"

After Zhuowen finished writing the dead words, he grabbed Moses' head and said calmly.

Moses felt fear, the fear of death was so close to him, he was very afraid.

"Please! Please spare my life..." Moses said with regret.

Zhuo Wen didn't speak, but made fingers with his right hand, and pressed it between Moses' eyebrows. The terrifying and violent force poured into Moses' soul and completely blasted him away.

Moses stared at Zhuowen, and finally fell on the dead word, completely losing his breath.

And at this moment, the audience fell into a long, long silence...

The audience was silent, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Moses who was lying in a pool of blood, as if they had all become dumb, and none of them spoke.

In the air, the slightly restless panting of the crowd could even be heard.

Compared with the human side, the alien side was even more dead silent. Their eyes were on the dead Moses for a long time, and finally shifted to Zhuo Wen.

The beautiful eyes of the Saintess of the Phoenix Clan lightly moved and landed on Zhuo Wen, the shock in her eyes had been replaced by anger and killing intent.

Facing the gazes of many alien races, Zhuo Wen calmly stood up slowly, looking fearlessly at the Saintess of the Phoenix Clan in front of him.

Zhuo Wen took out the jade bottle again, shook it a few times in front of the saintess of the Phoenix clan, and said indifferently: "Saint, I have a few questions to ask you, if you answer me truthfully, the ancestral witch blood in this jade bottle is yours." Yes! And I will not take another shot against you aliens."

"Oh? The grievances between you and Moses are planning to bring trouble to Chiyu? Are you going to deal with us?"

The beautiful eyes of the saintess of the Phoenix clan narrowed slowly, and illusory flames burst out from her whole body.

The strange thing is that these flames are obviously illusory, but they have the burning pain produced by the burning of real flames.

Fire. Hot air waves swept away layer by layer, causing the temperature of the surrounding environment to suddenly rise to a high level. JrNovels.com