Zhuo Wen grabbed Lu Yichuan who was unconscious on the deck, and swept away from the divine ship.

"Die to me!"

Murong Rui came over in an instant, his eyes were red, and he slammed his right fist hard at Zhuo Wen.

These three people are all his confidantes who have been cultivated over the years. I don't know how much time and energy they have spent. They are his most loyal subordinates.

Now Zhuo Wen has wiped out all of them three times, five times and two times. This loss is like a drop of blood to him.

New and old grudges added together, Murong Rui just wanted to blast Zhuo Wen into scum.

Zhuo Wen's face changed slightly, and he also punched out. In his fist strength, the power of the soul and sword intent was integrated, and the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, piercing the sky.

boom!

The two fists slammed together, forming a terrifying explosion wave around, spreading in all directions in a ring.

And Zhuo Wen snorted, spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground.

As for Murong Rui, he stepped back dozens of steps in the air, swayed his body, and stabilized his body again, floating in mid-air.

"Huh? Your breath...why is it so weak?"

The moment Murong Rui fought against Zhuo Wen, he sensed Zhuo Wen's aura, which was nothing but a fetal change.

But how is this possible?

In his eyes, the fetal transformation is no different from an ant. He can kill thousands of fetal transformation monks with a random punch.

But this guy in front of him also has the breath of the fetal god, but he has such a powerful power.

"This guy should have concealed his cultivation. It seems that the concealment technique on him is amazing, and even I couldn't see the flaw!" Murong Rui frowned slightly, thinking inwardly.

Zhuo Wen reluctantly got up from the deep hole smashed on the ground, and wiped the blood from his mouth.

"This Murong Rui is really strong enough, much stronger than Elder Yuqi from Yuhua Sect. He should be a monk in the middle stage of Void God Transformation!" Zhuo Wen said to himself with gloomy eyes.

Fan Shuang and Ten Sword Guards hurried to the side with worried expressions on their faces.

"You guys take Lu Yichuan away first! Try to stay away from here, the battle between me and Murong Rui may be a big one!"

Zhuo Wen handed the unconscious Lu Yichuan to Yijian, telling them to leave quickly.

"Go? Can you go?"

Murong Rui stepped on the void with his right foot, and the whole air burst into continuous explosion sounds, and Murong Rui shot straight towards him like a cannonball.

"Old man, die for me!"

Zhuo Wen knew that he couldn't keep his hand anymore, so he took out the Banyue gun and threw it at Murong Rui.

Boom boom boom!

Horrific flames erupted from the Ban Yue Shen gun, and the place it passed was filled with dazzling flames, surging across the entire sky.

The terrifying coercion overflowed, and Murong Rui's expression changed drastically.

"A heaven-shattering fourth-order artifact! You bastard..."

Murong Rui almost froze...

A strong sense of crisis forced Murong Rui to take out his natal artifact without hesitation, and stood in front of him.

Murong Rui's natal artifact is a bronze halberd, the coercion it exudes is quite terrifying, but it is far inferior to the Ban Yueshen musket.

After all, the Ban Yueshen Fire Spear is a peak Tier 4 artifact, while Murong Rui's bronze halberd is only a Tier 3 artifact.

Murong Rui's eyes were cold, he knew that the bronze halberd might not be able to block the half-moon gun.

Therefore, Murong Rui was very cautious. The moment he sacrificed the bronze halberd, he also summoned the False God condensed by himself.

Murong Rui's False God is a divine cow, its whole body is covered with bronze scales, and it emits a strange green glow.

Boom!

The Ban Yue Shen musket was extremely fast, and it hit the bronze halberd in the blink of an eye.

The surrounding air was completely distorted, and it exploded turbulently, filling the sky over the entire villa, like countless fireworks erupting, gorgeous and colorful. JrNovels.com