Chapter: 5641
Bing Hui raised his head to the sky and screamed, his whole body convulsed and twitched continuously, blood flowed out from all seven orifices, and his eyes were staring dead.
Pooh!
Zhuowen blasted Binghui's head with one punch, and finally, Binghui's screams stopped abruptly.
"The snow has stopped..."
The green-haired mummy following Zhuo Wen found that the menacing heavy snow had completely stopped at this moment, and the entire Sanqing Mountain became extremely quiet.
Zhuowen put away Binghui's spirit ring, stood up, popped out a divine fire, and completely burned Binghui to ashes.
"Master, where are you going?"
Seeing Zhuo Wen walking towards the mountain gate, the green-haired mummy couldn't help asking in surprise.
"Go to Honghuang Street and kill some people who deserve to be killed!"
Zhuo Wen's indifferent voice sounded, containing a terrifying killing intent.
"The heavy snow has stopped..."
At the foot of Sanqing Mountain, no matter whether they were human monks or foreign monks, they all noticed that the menacing heavy snow on Sanqing Mountain suddenly stopped.
Everyone showed surprise and uncertainty, completely unaware of the situation of the battle on Sanqing Mountain.
Since Zhuowen's downfall came, the entire Sanqing Mountain seemed to have formed a terrifying boundary, and everyone's spiritual consciousness could not enter Sanqing Mountain at all, and naturally they couldn't see the battle between Zhuo Wen and Binghui.
Even now that the heavy snow has stopped, their spiritual consciousness is still blocked from Mount Sanqing, and they can only look far away with their naked eyes.
But Sanqing Mountain is so high, no matter how strong their cultivation base is, and their eyesight surpasses that of ordinary people, they still cannot clearly see the battle on the top of the mountain.
The black king's eyes shone brightly, and the goose feather snow was the manifestation of Binghui's power.
From the beginning of the battle to the height of the battle, heavy snowfalls continued to fall on Sanqing Mountain.
But now, it stopped suddenly, and he knew that there might be something wrong with Binghui.
The three patriarchs of the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan, the Moon Wolf Clan and the Giant Turtle Clan were a little uneasy, and their thoughts were somewhat similar to those of the Black King.
The goose feather heavy snow stopped so abruptly, it was inevitable that they would not let them think of bad things.
"Someone is coming down!"
Suddenly, someone in the crowd pointed to the stone steps above and shouted.
Swish Swish Swish!
A series of gazes fell on the stone steps in unison, and they really saw two figures.
The one walking in the front was a young man with a calm face. Behind the young man, a green mummy followed respectfully.
"That's... Zhuowen..."
When everyone's eyes fell on the young man completely, everyone in the audience gasped, and the surroundings fell into a strange silence.
Because everyone recognized the identity of the youth.
He is Zhuowen!
After everyone came back to their senses, all the human monks' eyes lit up. They had a faint guess in their hearts, and their faces were filled with uncontrollable excitement.
As for the monks of other races, all of them were pale and their eyes were dull, unbelievable.
The three ancestors of the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan, the Moon Wolf Clan and the Giant Turtle Clan almost couldn't stand still, and their eyes showed disbelief.
"Zhuowen... what about Binghui?"
The Black King stepped forward, walked up to Zhuo Wen, and stared at Zhuo Wen with piercing eyes.
Zhuo Wen stopped, but before he spoke, the green-haired mummy behind him said, "My master is peerless, old Binghui, how can he be my master's opponent!"
"Now that old man Binghui doesn't even have any dross left, he's already gone!"
Quiet, the scene was terribly quiet, you could hear a needle drop!
When Zhuo Wen came down from Sanqing Mountain, everyone was guessing.
But now, it's another thing for the green-haired mummy to state the final result openly. JrNovels.com
Pooh!
Zhuowen blasted Binghui's head with one punch, and finally, Binghui's screams stopped abruptly.
"The snow has stopped..."
The green-haired mummy following Zhuo Wen found that the menacing heavy snow had completely stopped at this moment, and the entire Sanqing Mountain became extremely quiet.
Zhuowen put away Binghui's spirit ring, stood up, popped out a divine fire, and completely burned Binghui to ashes.
"Master, where are you going?"
Seeing Zhuo Wen walking towards the mountain gate, the green-haired mummy couldn't help asking in surprise.
"Go to Honghuang Street and kill some people who deserve to be killed!"
Zhuo Wen's indifferent voice sounded, containing a terrifying killing intent.
"The heavy snow has stopped..."
At the foot of Sanqing Mountain, no matter whether they were human monks or foreign monks, they all noticed that the menacing heavy snow on Sanqing Mountain suddenly stopped.
Everyone showed surprise and uncertainty, completely unaware of the situation of the battle on Sanqing Mountain.
Since Zhuowen's downfall came, the entire Sanqing Mountain seemed to have formed a terrifying boundary, and everyone's spiritual consciousness could not enter Sanqing Mountain at all, and naturally they couldn't see the battle between Zhuo Wen and Binghui.
Even now that the heavy snow has stopped, their spiritual consciousness is still blocked from Mount Sanqing, and they can only look far away with their naked eyes.
But Sanqing Mountain is so high, no matter how strong their cultivation base is, and their eyesight surpasses that of ordinary people, they still cannot clearly see the battle on the top of the mountain.
The black king's eyes shone brightly, and the goose feather snow was the manifestation of Binghui's power.
From the beginning of the battle to the height of the battle, heavy snowfalls continued to fall on Sanqing Mountain.
But now, it stopped suddenly, and he knew that there might be something wrong with Binghui.
The three patriarchs of the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan, the Moon Wolf Clan and the Giant Turtle Clan were a little uneasy, and their thoughts were somewhat similar to those of the Black King.
The goose feather heavy snow stopped so abruptly, it was inevitable that they would not let them think of bad things.
"Someone is coming down!"
Suddenly, someone in the crowd pointed to the stone steps above and shouted.
Swish Swish Swish!
A series of gazes fell on the stone steps in unison, and they really saw two figures.
The one walking in the front was a young man with a calm face. Behind the young man, a green mummy followed respectfully.
"That's... Zhuowen..."
When everyone's eyes fell on the young man completely, everyone in the audience gasped, and the surroundings fell into a strange silence.
Because everyone recognized the identity of the youth.
He is Zhuowen!
After everyone came back to their senses, all the human monks' eyes lit up. They had a faint guess in their hearts, and their faces were filled with uncontrollable excitement.
As for the monks of other races, all of them were pale and their eyes were dull, unbelievable.
The three ancestors of the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan, the Moon Wolf Clan and the Giant Turtle Clan almost couldn't stand still, and their eyes showed disbelief.
"Zhuowen... what about Binghui?"
The Black King stepped forward, walked up to Zhuo Wen, and stared at Zhuo Wen with piercing eyes.
Zhuo Wen stopped, but before he spoke, the green-haired mummy behind him said, "My master is peerless, old Binghui, how can he be my master's opponent!"
"Now that old man Binghui doesn't even have any dross left, he's already gone!"
Quiet, the scene was terribly quiet, you could hear a needle drop!
When Zhuo Wen came down from Sanqing Mountain, everyone was guessing.
But now, it's another thing for the green-haired mummy to state the final result openly. JrNovels.com
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