Chapter 1961 With a sword, the group of demons will be destroyed
"who?"
The Shura Demon King suddenly turned his head to look, but his gaze was not fixed in a certain direction.
And everyone who was about to take action stopped their movements one after another and looked around with fear on their faces.
Because, the voice just now was extremely clear and real.
However, no one can accurately judge from which direction the sound just came from! Of course, they can't know who it is.
However, there are also people with bright minds.
They had begun to roughly guess the identity of the speaker.
Among them were Shura Demon King and Jin Moli.
At this moment, their expressions were finally consistent.
They were all equally incredulous and horrified! Because they had all guessed the identity of the speaker.
"Shura, I disappoint you, I'm not dead!"
Another clear voice sounded, and then, a voice fell from the sky.
Or, it didn't fall from the sky.
Probably, no one saw clearly how he appeared.
It seemed like it just appeared there out of thin air.
And this figure is none other than Wu Yun.
"Wu, Wu Yun, you..." Jin Moli's pupils widened and he couldn't believe it.
It was really Wu Yun, he was really not dead! And Demon King Shura also subconsciously exclaimed.
"You, how come you're not dead?"
"Aren't you completely wiped out?"
"Ah!"
Wu Yun sneered: "Destroyed in ashes?"
"Did you see it with your own eyes?"
"You, you, what are you, what are you..." Demon King Shura was incoherent, and the scene in front of him deeply shocked his heart! "Just now, you said you wanted the Golden Phoenix Palace to cease to exist. I'm sorry to disappoint you!
"
Wu Yun's voice was not loud, even very calm, but yet it revealed an endless coldness.
It was so cold that even Shura Demon King felt a chill running down his spine.
"Zap, bastard, it doesn't matter, since you didn't die under the thunder, then I will kill you with my own hands!"
The Shura Demon King roared wildly.
Although he knew that he was probably no longer Wu Yun's opponent.
Although Wu Yun's cultivation level at this moment is still at the peak of the Six-Nine Heavenly Tribulation.
It has not exceeded the seven or nine heavenly tribulations.
However, that aura, that terrifying aura, was enough to make him, who was being sacrificed to Tiansha Martial Arts, feel even more anxious.
He could sense that Wu Yun's actual combat ability was definitely not equal to his own realm! At least, he could already compete with beings whose strength reached eight or nine heavenly tribulations.
This is the power of inheritance.
Of course, even if he knew he was defeated, Demon King Shura had no intention of giving up.
The next moment, he was seen rising into the sky.
Rushing towards the front.
A stream of terrifying attack power violently surged out of his body.
"Oh, you are seeking death!"
Wu Yun smiled coldly.
With a thought in his heart, the way of killing surged out wildly.
Holding the killing sword tightly in his hand.
He growled in his mouth: "The second martial skill, kill the mad dragon!"
Cut it out with one sword.
Space is torn apart.
A terrifying giant dragon formed by the gathering power of killing soared into the sky.
Roar! In a blur, I seemed to hear a terrifying dragon roar.
However, this faintly audible dragon roar was soon covered up by a painful scream! It was the voice of the Shura Demon King.
No, it should be said that it was the scream of the huge figure controlled by the consciousness of Shura Demon King and composed of countless evil spirits! "Ah, ah, ah~~!"
The cry was so shrill that it even made people feel like their scalp was numb.
The huge figure, swept by the killing dragon, instantly split into a pile of fragments.
Every piece of debris contains an evil spirit.
Screaming and wailing! This mad dragon sword seemed to be a holy sword of light that baptized the evil spirits of hell.
The force of the evil spirits and the force of hell that filled the surrounding area dissipated instantly.
And the Demon King Shura slowly dissipated with these shrill screams until he completely disappeared! Demon King Shura is dead! There is no such person in the world! "Run!"
"The demon king is dead, the demon king has been killed, run away!"
Suddenly, a series of panicked voices sounded everywhere.
Wu Yun looked up and saw that the group of guys who had followed the Shura Demon King were running for their lives in a hurry! However, how could Wu Yun give them a chance to escape?
If they just follow Demon King Shura to build momentum.
Then maybe Wu Yun will spare their lives.
However, every one of them has the lives of the disciples of the Golden Phoenix Palace on their hands.
The corpses of those Golden Phoenix Palace disciples on the ground are the best proof.
All of them had blood on their hands, how could Wu Yun give them a chance to survive?
"You all die!"
These four words were squeezed out from Wu Yun's teeth.
It was as low as the voice calling for life.
Immediately afterwards, Wu Yun raised the killing sword in his hand high! Cut it down with one sword! "Kill, crazy dragon!"
Same trick again.
The second martial skill! The terrifying dragon condensed with killing power swept away again.
Wherever he passed, the space shook and the earth tore apart! It only took three breaths.
None of those who fled survived.
The speed of death was so fast that there was no time to even scream.
With one sword strike, all the demons are wiped out! Everything is over, and the killing mad dragon disappears into the air.
Wu Yun also took the Way of Killing and the Sword of Killing back into his body! He flew out of the way and landed next to the seriously injured Jin Moli.
He helped Jin Moli up and asked in a low voice: "Palace Master, are you okay?"
Jin Moli followed Wu Yun's strength and slowly stood up.
However, he did not answer. Probably, he was still in the shock just now and did not fully react.
Then, Wu Yun's eyes swept over the disciples of the Golden Phoenix Palace.
He didn't speak, but his eyes were filled with guilt for them.