Chapter: 6741
His eyes turned completely red, and his originally handsome face had long since become bruised and swollen, covered with bloodstains. Coupled with the angry expression on his face, he looked extraordinarily terrifying at this moment.
Jian Wuque was really mad.
He himself is a monk who cares a lot about his appearance. From his handsome face and well-maintained skin, it can be seen that he has high requirements on his appearance.
Now, Zhuo Wen has made him so embarrassed, and even slapped him in the face, can he not be furious?
"Master Jian Wuque is really angry. He even sacrificed the law of the universe. This is really murderous!"
On the city wall, the expressions of the two black-armored monks became extremely solemn. They silently stared at the huge statue and stood up, their bodies trembling involuntarily.
Yan Meng also showed concern, she was naturally not worried about Zhuo Wen's safety, but her own safety.
After all, here, she and Zhuo Wen were accomplices, and Zhuo Wen was killed by Jian Wuque, and it was impossible for the latter to let her go.
The appearance of Jian Wuque is eighty feet high, and it is the image of a swordsman wearing a toga with two swords hanging from his waist.
"You completely pissed me off. I wanted to give you a decent way to die, but you were so complacent that you dared to sneak up on me again and again! Such a shameless person should have experienced endless die of pain." xdw8
Jian Wuque's voice was hoarse, and his whole body slowly merged into the huge dharma body, and then the swordsman dharma came alive, striding towards Zhuo Wen.
Keng Keng!
Hearing the sound of two swords coming out of their scabbards resounded through the void, the swordsman Fa Xiang pulled out the two divine swords around his waist with both hands, then stepped in front of Zhuo Wen, and cut them out with his hands crossed.
The sword light was like lightning, and the sword light soared into the sky. Two sword lights crossed and swept out, slashing at Zhuo Wen fiercely.
Zhuo Wen shook his head secretly. In his eyes, the strength of Jian Wucai is really average. In the early stage of the universe, it can only be regarded as the middle and lower level.
Such a guy has a good reputation in the Black City? It really made Zhuowen feel strange, is it possible that the so-called strong men in the black city are not as powerful as he imagined.
Thinking of this, Zhuo Wen took out the Taiyou Holy Sword, then raised the hilt horizontally, and slashed out.
"Heaven and earth Hongmeng a line of sky!"
The blazing sword light pierced the sky and the earth, shocking the world, and under the wrapping of the billowing magic mist, there was a strange red light flickering and lingering.
The sword glow was extremely fast, and it reached the huge Faxiang in an instant.
Along with it, there was also a billowing vast magic mist like an abyss, which immediately wrapped the huge Dharma image tightly.
The two sword glows were intertwined together, resounding with a loud noise that shook the earth, and then the aftermath of colorful energy spread out in all directions in a ring shape, which looked very terrifying.
Click!
After the loud noise, there was a crisp cracking sound, and Jian Wuque's powerful intertwined sword glow was crushed by the strange red glow.
Under the blessing of the magic mist, the sword light became more powerful and strange, and finally sank heavily into the huge body of Fa Xiang.
Jian Wuque let out a shrill and ear-piercing roar, and watched helplessly that the body of the Dharma body on the surface collapsed inch by inch under the crushing pressure of the weird sword light.
After the huge Dharma body collapsed, Jian Wuque spat out a mouthful of blood, fell to the ground in embarrassment, twitched in pain, tried to get up several times, but failed.
"Master Jian Wuque must have won..."
When the two black-armored monks saw someone fall out of the magic mist, twitching in embarrassment, they subconsciously thought it was Zhuowen.
However, when they finally saw the true face of the twitching figure, they were all dumbfounded, and their jaws were about to drop...
"Lost...lost? Are you kidding me!"
The two black-armored monks looked at Jian Wuque, who was lying on the ground, struggling constantly, but still unable to get up, feeling complicated and shocked.
Zhuo Wen walked slowly in front of Jian Wuque, who raised his head, gritted his teeth and said, "You...you hide your cultivation? Who are you?"
Zhuo Wen looked down at Jian Wuque lying at his feet, and said expressionlessly, "I'm just a passer-by who came to the Black City to trade, and if I think I'm high enough to oppress me, you're going to die now."
As he said that, Zhuo Wen didn't give Jian Wuque a chance to beg for mercy at all. The Taiyou Holy Sword in his hand was lifted slightly, and then fell down suddenly.
The blade, as sharp as ice, pierced Jian Wuque's brow, and pierced through his head in an instant.
Jian Wuque's eyes were wide open, staring at Zhuo Wen firmly, his eyes were full of complex emotions such as unwillingness, resentment, and regret.
He didn't expect until his death that he just casually shot a piece of garbage in the middle of the Great Tribulation, and finally caused him to fall.
The difference between one thought is the difference between life and death!
After Zhuo Wen pierced Jian Wuque's brow with a sword, he slowly pulled out the Taiyou Holy Sword. Holding the blood-stained blade, he stepped into the opened Heicheng gate expressionlessly. JrNovels.com
Jian Wuque was really mad.
He himself is a monk who cares a lot about his appearance. From his handsome face and well-maintained skin, it can be seen that he has high requirements on his appearance.
Now, Zhuo Wen has made him so embarrassed, and even slapped him in the face, can he not be furious?
"Master Jian Wuque is really angry. He even sacrificed the law of the universe. This is really murderous!"
On the city wall, the expressions of the two black-armored monks became extremely solemn. They silently stared at the huge statue and stood up, their bodies trembling involuntarily.
Yan Meng also showed concern, she was naturally not worried about Zhuo Wen's safety, but her own safety.
After all, here, she and Zhuo Wen were accomplices, and Zhuo Wen was killed by Jian Wuque, and it was impossible for the latter to let her go.
The appearance of Jian Wuque is eighty feet high, and it is the image of a swordsman wearing a toga with two swords hanging from his waist.
"You completely pissed me off. I wanted to give you a decent way to die, but you were so complacent that you dared to sneak up on me again and again! Such a shameless person should have experienced endless die of pain." xdw8
Jian Wuque's voice was hoarse, and his whole body slowly merged into the huge dharma body, and then the swordsman dharma came alive, striding towards Zhuo Wen.
Keng Keng!
Hearing the sound of two swords coming out of their scabbards resounded through the void, the swordsman Fa Xiang pulled out the two divine swords around his waist with both hands, then stepped in front of Zhuo Wen, and cut them out with his hands crossed.
The sword light was like lightning, and the sword light soared into the sky. Two sword lights crossed and swept out, slashing at Zhuo Wen fiercely.
Zhuo Wen shook his head secretly. In his eyes, the strength of Jian Wucai is really average. In the early stage of the universe, it can only be regarded as the middle and lower level.
Such a guy has a good reputation in the Black City? It really made Zhuowen feel strange, is it possible that the so-called strong men in the black city are not as powerful as he imagined.
Thinking of this, Zhuo Wen took out the Taiyou Holy Sword, then raised the hilt horizontally, and slashed out.
"Heaven and earth Hongmeng a line of sky!"
The blazing sword light pierced the sky and the earth, shocking the world, and under the wrapping of the billowing magic mist, there was a strange red light flickering and lingering.
The sword glow was extremely fast, and it reached the huge Faxiang in an instant.
Along with it, there was also a billowing vast magic mist like an abyss, which immediately wrapped the huge Dharma image tightly.
The two sword glows were intertwined together, resounding with a loud noise that shook the earth, and then the aftermath of colorful energy spread out in all directions in a ring shape, which looked very terrifying.
Click!
After the loud noise, there was a crisp cracking sound, and Jian Wuque's powerful intertwined sword glow was crushed by the strange red glow.
Under the blessing of the magic mist, the sword light became more powerful and strange, and finally sank heavily into the huge body of Fa Xiang.
Jian Wuque let out a shrill and ear-piercing roar, and watched helplessly that the body of the Dharma body on the surface collapsed inch by inch under the crushing pressure of the weird sword light.
After the huge Dharma body collapsed, Jian Wuque spat out a mouthful of blood, fell to the ground in embarrassment, twitched in pain, tried to get up several times, but failed.
"Master Jian Wuque must have won..."
When the two black-armored monks saw someone fall out of the magic mist, twitching in embarrassment, they subconsciously thought it was Zhuowen.
However, when they finally saw the true face of the twitching figure, they were all dumbfounded, and their jaws were about to drop...
"Lost...lost? Are you kidding me!"
The two black-armored monks looked at Jian Wuque, who was lying on the ground, struggling constantly, but still unable to get up, feeling complicated and shocked.
Zhuo Wen walked slowly in front of Jian Wuque, who raised his head, gritted his teeth and said, "You...you hide your cultivation? Who are you?"
Zhuo Wen looked down at Jian Wuque lying at his feet, and said expressionlessly, "I'm just a passer-by who came to the Black City to trade, and if I think I'm high enough to oppress me, you're going to die now."
As he said that, Zhuo Wen didn't give Jian Wuque a chance to beg for mercy at all. The Taiyou Holy Sword in his hand was lifted slightly, and then fell down suddenly.
The blade, as sharp as ice, pierced Jian Wuque's brow, and pierced through his head in an instant.
Jian Wuque's eyes were wide open, staring at Zhuo Wen firmly, his eyes were full of complex emotions such as unwillingness, resentment, and regret.
He didn't expect until his death that he just casually shot a piece of garbage in the middle of the Great Tribulation, and finally caused him to fall.
The difference between one thought is the difference between life and death!
After Zhuo Wen pierced Jian Wuque's brow with a sword, he slowly pulled out the Taiyou Holy Sword. Holding the blood-stained blade, he stepped into the opened Heicheng gate expressionlessly. JrNovels.com
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