They understood that once they made a move, Zhuo Wen would definitely make a move. This was a nightmare for them!

"explain!"

Seeing the three of them hesitate, Zhuo Wen's eyes turned cold, and he yelled, his voice full of terrifying killing intent.

"Do it!"

Fu Ming gave a cold shout, and took the lead in attacking, and waves of purple-black mist swept over like waves.

The two girls, Jian Wuqing and Leng Feifei, had a tacit understanding. At the moment of Fu Ming's attack, they all united and swept out from both sides, one left and one right, encircling Zhuo Wen's whole body in the center.

Fu Ming first appeared in front of Zhuo Wen. He was good at using poison. The purple-black mist that swept around him and even his whole body were filled with extremely terrifying poison.

At the same time, the moment Fu Ming arrived in front of Zhuo Wen, he also released his own demon�the six-winged black worm.

Zhuo Wen stood there, motionless.

In the blink of an eye, the purple-black poisonous mist swept across, covering Zhuo Wen's whole body.

Seeing this scene, Fu Ming showed an evil smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Hey! Back then when you fought against the ghost king, I thought you were so powerful when I saw you showing off your supernatural powers. Now it seems that I overestimated you!"

"My poison, even those who have become stronger from the ancient star, dare not resist it at will! And what are you? How dare you touch my poisonous mist, you will definitely lose!"

Fu Ming laughed loudly, the moment the poisonous mist enveloped Zhuo Wen, he knew that he had already won.

He is well aware of the horror of his poisonous mist, once he is poisoned, no matter how powerful Zhuo Wen is, he will no longer be his opponent.

Fu Ming, who was completely relieved, stood above the poisonous mist, his spiritual sense controlled the six-winged black worm, and got into the black mist.

He wanted the six-winged black worm to kill Zhuowen in the poisonous mist, and then personally transport his body to him.

Suddenly, a ray of purple gold sword light rose from the depths of the poisonous fog, and then the poisonous fog that spread for several miles collapsed.

Fu Ming's body trembled suddenly, and a mouthful of blood spewed out.

There was a look of horror in his eyes, because at that moment, he sensed that his god demon had been killed by some powerful force, and he was also backlashed by this force, making him feel like he had been severely injured hit.

"So that's how it was. You saw me fighting against the ghost king's incarnation in the place of imprisonment! No wonder you are so afraid of me!"

The poisonous mist dissipated, and the purple gold sword light swept out like a hurricane, and a figure slowly stepped out holding the sword, and the indifferent voice was as loud as a thunderclap amidst the sound of the sword.

"This guy��"

Fu Ming's pupils were constricted into needles, and he looked at the slowly approaching figure in disbelief.

The poisonous mist he was most proud of couldn't do anything to Zhuo Wen at all, and even his gods and demons were easily cut off by others.

Jian Wuqing and Leng Feifei were even more shocked.

Fu Ming is the most powerful of the three of them, he tried all means, yet he was easily broken by others.

They are not fools, so they naturally realize that there is a huge gap between Fu Ming and Zhuo Wen.

And they are worse than Fu Ming, can they really fight against Zhuo Wen?

At the moment when the three of them were in a daze, Zhuo Wen moved.

I saw Zhuo Wen stepping forward with one step, and the whole person rushed out like lightning and flint, the Zijin Excalibur in his hand swallowed the blazing purple gold sword light.

When Fu Ming came to his senses, Zhuo Wen had already appeared in front of Fu Ming, with his right hand slashing out horizontally.

The power of the Zijin sword pierced through the sky and cut towards Fu Ming's chest.

Feeling the threat of death, Fu Ming let out a scream, and immediately burned his blood, concentrating all his strength on his hands.

Pooh!

The moment the two touched, Fu Ming's defense collapsed, but the sword glow remained undiminished, cutting off Fu Ming's hands.

Blood splashed, and Fu Ming kept backing away, screaming in horror from his throat.

"too weak!"

Zhuo Wen didn't pursue, but looked at the embarrassed Fu Ming calmly.

Fu Ming barely stabilized his figure, and when he heard Zhuo Wen's words, his eyes showed humiliation. JrNovels.com