"Did you notice it? It's a pity that your speed is not enough!"

When Zhuo Wen saw Wu Junhao who kept retreating, the mocking arc of his mouth became more intense, and with a movement of his divine sense, the purple soul sword intent instantly rushed into the depths of Wu Junhao's eyebrows.

The soul offensive is invisible and intangible, outsiders can't feel it, so they can't see it.

However, there are still some cultivators with very keen spiritual sense, but they sense the aura of the sword intent of the soul, and their faces change slightly, and their expressions are very serious.

"ah!"

Wu Junhao screamed, his face was completely contorted, and he kept rolling over while clutching his head. His voice was so shrill, he screamed like a pig being killed.

Pooh!

In the end, Wu Junhao spat out a mouthful of blood, his whole body twitched, his breath unexpectedly dissipated slowly, and finally he remained completely motionless.

Zhuo Wen looked at Wu Junhao who had not moved, and let out a sigh of relief, but felt a little bitter in his heart.

Just now he used that soul sword intent, his soul was consumed a lot, and now he has a splitting headache.

But the power of the soul sword intent was beyond Zhuo Wen's expectation. It was so strong that Wu Junhao's soul was directly crushed.

"In the future, use less of this Soul Sword Intent, it will consume too much!" Zhuo Wen smiled bitterly, telling himself in his heart that he must not abuse this move.

But at this moment, the audience fell silent.

A group of onlookers were all confused.

That Wu Junhao, who was still holding his hands behind his back just now, kept saying that he wanted Zhuo Wen to make a move, showing the demeanor of a master.

But in the next moment, Wu Junhao, who was pretending to be a fool, fell to the ground and fell, what's going on!

At this moment, Zhuo Wen was enduring his headache, walked to Wu Junhao's body as if nothing had happened, kicked Wu Junhao unceremoniously and said, "He died like this? Could it be that he was scared to death because he was afraid of being beaten violently by me?"

After hearing Zhuo Wen's words, the onlookers who had already returned to normal turned into petrification again.

Scared to death, is there any mistake, this is Wu Junhao, the most amazing half-step skybreaker in Wulou, how could he be scared to death alive.

But when everyone saw Zhuo Wen stepping on Wu Junhao, the latter remained motionless. They knew that Wu Junhao had indeed fallen.

It's just that this fallen one is too strange.

However, the cultivator who had a keen mind before had serious eyes.

They looked at Zhuo Wen, full of fear and awe.

They knew that if they had sensed correctly just now, it should be that the nameless casual cultivator had used some kind of powerful soul attack method to directly destroy Wu Junhao's soul.

The faces of Lianmeng and Du Huacan changed even more. They are the most powerful people here. The moment Cai Zhuowen used the sword intent of the soul, they felt the horror of the sword intent of the soul.

But they never expected that Wu Junhao would be instantly killed. This spirit attack must be too terrifying.

Zhuo Wen kicked Wu Junhao's body a few more times, and immediately accepted Wu Junhao's spirit ring without any blush.

"Junior Sister Lianmeng! Did you come here specially to find me?"

Zhuo Wen flicked his fingers, and a burst of divine fire burst out, igniting Wu Junhao's body, burning it to ashes, and descending to Lianmeng's side, his eyes were like a torch.

Lianmeng nodded, and said: "Senior brother, I really have something to look for you! But there are too many people here, so it's not convenient to talk!"

Speaking of this, Lianmeng pointed to Du Huacan who was beside him and said: "Senior brother, this person is Du Huacan, the sword tyrant of Sanqing Street, a famous master among the half-step skybreakers!"

Sword Tyrant Du Huacan hurried forward, saluted Zhuo Wen and said, "Du Huacan, I don't know your name yet!"

"I'm Zhuo Nianxue!" Zhuo Wen said with a light smile.

"It turned out to be Fellow Daoist Zhuo. Speaking of which, Fellow Daoist Zhuo is so powerful that Du has never seen before. That Wu Junhao is also the second weakest peak powerhouse, but in the hands of Fellow Daoist Zhuo, he was instantly killed with one move. It is really amazing. !"

Sword Tyrant Du Huacan gave Zhuo Wen a thumbs up, his eyes full of admiration.

Zhuo Wen naturally said a few words of modesty and chatted a few words, he found that Du Huacan was quite a bold person, which made Zhuo Wen feel a little bit of goodwill.

"Brother Du, Senior Brother Zhuo and I still have some important matters to discuss, so we won't stay here any longer, so let's just leave now!" Lian Meng cupped her hands to Du Huacan.

Du Huacan naturally didn't have the nerve to continue chatting with Zhuo Wen and Lian Meng, and smiled slightly, watching Zhuo Wen and Lian Meng silently control the flying artifact, turning into a stream of light and going away.

The smile on Du Huacan's face gradually disappeared, looking at the horrible broken walls around him, his face was very solemn.

He knew that after today, the fame of Wuming Loose Cultivator would probably be even greater. JrNovels.com