Chapter: 5472
She knew that Zhuo Wen could not escape today, and he would definitely die.
"Fuck! This guy is so fierce, I should have known that I shouldn't have looked down on him! I don't know if he will hold a grudge!" Qu Xiangdi felt a little guilty.
When he met Zhu Wenlin and Zhuo Wen before, he was honest with Zhuo Wen, but now thinking about it, he feels guilty.
"However, this son will be a dead man soon, and he has no chance to trouble me!"
Qu Xiangdi glanced at the powerful boundary, and then at the three half-step skybreakers who jointly attacked Zhuo Wen, he felt relieved.
Of the three half-step skybreakers, the weakest is the second-declining strong man, and the strongest, the gray-haired old man, is the third-declining early-stage strong man, much stronger than the dark and middle-aged man.
The three of them teamed up, no matter how powerful Zhuo Wen's methods were, he would also be hated.
Bu Yangrong and Zhu Wenlin were frightened, their faces pale and bloodless.
Especially Bu Yangrong, trembling all over, because he had just noticed that Duan Cheng Yao's gaze was cast towards him vaguely, that gaze was very cold, which made him feel even more guilty.
Zhuo Wen stood on the spot, his avatar was not summoned, but he used the human deity to fight against the three half-step skybreakers.
His human deity has now advanced to the peak of the first decline, and his strength has skyrocketed. Coupled with the power of shattering, it is enough to defeat most of the second best.
The gray-haired old man was extremely fast, taking the lead, and arrived in front of Zhuo Wen in an instant.
"Thief, you are very courageous, you dare to kill people in the city of Danzhen, you are courting death!"
The gray-haired old man's voice was cold, and his hands were wearing iron gloves. This glove was very extraordinary. It looked a little broken, but it had an ancient and vicissitudes of life, and it emitted a terrifying momentum. This is definitely not an ordinary half-step Heaven-shattering artifact.
Boom!
I saw that the gray-haired old man punched, and there were countless roars of beasts, as if there were endless terrifying wild beasts in this fist.
Moreover, these beast roars were terrifying, loud and high-pitched. Many monks in the square were affected by the beast roars. They seemed to be stunned and stopped in place. Some even bled from their seven orifices, covering their ears with their hands.
Zhuo Wen's eyes narrowed slightly, he kicked his right foot, and his whole body turned into a purple shadow.
The gray-haired old man slammed his fist on Ziying, only then did he realize that what he hit was just an afterimage.
Zhuo Wen's body was like lightning, and he shot out towards a monk on the right.
This is a rather young man, with a white face and no beard, but a head of white hair, especially the white eyebrows, which hang down on both sides of his cheeks, which looks very funny.
This white-haired young man has a good cultivation base, and has reached the early stage of the second decline.
"Hehe! You dare to attack me, you are very brave!" The white-haired young man smiled grimly, and his aura became stronger.
Zhuo Wen shrugged and said: "Because you are the weakest of the three, of course I will start with you first!"
The white-haired young man was furious, and his aura exploded. This boy was really unforgiving, and what he said made his teeth itch with hatred. He really wanted to slap him to death.
Boom!
The natal artifact of the white-haired youth is a long silver sword. With one strike, the sword's energy travels for hundreds of millions of miles, as if it could tear the entire sky.
Countless sword qi erupted and attacked Zhuowen like rain, covering Zhuowen in all directions in an instant.
Zhuo Wen took a deep breath, and the acupoints all over his body opened, emitting streams of purple air.
Immediately, purple air adhered to his body surface, forming a mysterious and bright purple battle suit.
And this battle suit covers his whole body, including his head.
bang bang bang!
The sword energy was very dense, and all of it fell on Zhuo Wen's body, but all of them were blocked by the purple battle suit, and countless purple sparks splashed out.
And Zhuo Wen stepped into the void, and he rushed out of countless sword qi like a demon god, and grabbed the white-haired young man.
"court death!"
The white-haired young man sneered again and again, and thrust out the long sword with his right hand, aiming at the center of Zhuo Wen's eyebrows.
With this sword, he was confident enough to completely kill Zhuowen.
But soon, he discovered that what he stabbed turned out to be a phantom.
"not good!"
The moment he stabbed the phantom, he immediately realized that it was not good, and saw a terrifying sound of breaking through the back of his head. JrNovels.com
"Fuck! This guy is so fierce, I should have known that I shouldn't have looked down on him! I don't know if he will hold a grudge!" Qu Xiangdi felt a little guilty.
When he met Zhu Wenlin and Zhuo Wen before, he was honest with Zhuo Wen, but now thinking about it, he feels guilty.
"However, this son will be a dead man soon, and he has no chance to trouble me!"
Qu Xiangdi glanced at the powerful boundary, and then at the three half-step skybreakers who jointly attacked Zhuo Wen, he felt relieved.
Of the three half-step skybreakers, the weakest is the second-declining strong man, and the strongest, the gray-haired old man, is the third-declining early-stage strong man, much stronger than the dark and middle-aged man.
The three of them teamed up, no matter how powerful Zhuo Wen's methods were, he would also be hated.
Bu Yangrong and Zhu Wenlin were frightened, their faces pale and bloodless.
Especially Bu Yangrong, trembling all over, because he had just noticed that Duan Cheng Yao's gaze was cast towards him vaguely, that gaze was very cold, which made him feel even more guilty.
Zhuo Wen stood on the spot, his avatar was not summoned, but he used the human deity to fight against the three half-step skybreakers.
His human deity has now advanced to the peak of the first decline, and his strength has skyrocketed. Coupled with the power of shattering, it is enough to defeat most of the second best.
The gray-haired old man was extremely fast, taking the lead, and arrived in front of Zhuo Wen in an instant.
"Thief, you are very courageous, you dare to kill people in the city of Danzhen, you are courting death!"
The gray-haired old man's voice was cold, and his hands were wearing iron gloves. This glove was very extraordinary. It looked a little broken, but it had an ancient and vicissitudes of life, and it emitted a terrifying momentum. This is definitely not an ordinary half-step Heaven-shattering artifact.
Boom!
I saw that the gray-haired old man punched, and there were countless roars of beasts, as if there were endless terrifying wild beasts in this fist.
Moreover, these beast roars were terrifying, loud and high-pitched. Many monks in the square were affected by the beast roars. They seemed to be stunned and stopped in place. Some even bled from their seven orifices, covering their ears with their hands.
Zhuo Wen's eyes narrowed slightly, he kicked his right foot, and his whole body turned into a purple shadow.
The gray-haired old man slammed his fist on Ziying, only then did he realize that what he hit was just an afterimage.
Zhuo Wen's body was like lightning, and he shot out towards a monk on the right.
This is a rather young man, with a white face and no beard, but a head of white hair, especially the white eyebrows, which hang down on both sides of his cheeks, which looks very funny.
This white-haired young man has a good cultivation base, and has reached the early stage of the second decline.
"Hehe! You dare to attack me, you are very brave!" The white-haired young man smiled grimly, and his aura became stronger.
Zhuo Wen shrugged and said: "Because you are the weakest of the three, of course I will start with you first!"
The white-haired young man was furious, and his aura exploded. This boy was really unforgiving, and what he said made his teeth itch with hatred. He really wanted to slap him to death.
Boom!
The natal artifact of the white-haired youth is a long silver sword. With one strike, the sword's energy travels for hundreds of millions of miles, as if it could tear the entire sky.
Countless sword qi erupted and attacked Zhuowen like rain, covering Zhuowen in all directions in an instant.
Zhuo Wen took a deep breath, and the acupoints all over his body opened, emitting streams of purple air.
Immediately, purple air adhered to his body surface, forming a mysterious and bright purple battle suit.
And this battle suit covers his whole body, including his head.
bang bang bang!
The sword energy was very dense, and all of it fell on Zhuo Wen's body, but all of them were blocked by the purple battle suit, and countless purple sparks splashed out.
And Zhuo Wen stepped into the void, and he rushed out of countless sword qi like a demon god, and grabbed the white-haired young man.
"court death!"
The white-haired young man sneered again and again, and thrust out the long sword with his right hand, aiming at the center of Zhuo Wen's eyebrows.
With this sword, he was confident enough to completely kill Zhuowen.
But soon, he discovered that what he stabbed turned out to be a phantom.
"not good!"
The moment he stabbed the phantom, he immediately realized that it was not good, and saw a terrifying sound of breaking through the back of his head. JrNovels.com
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