The spiritual sword in Mace's hand turned into a giant dragon, roaring and flying towards Wang Tiezhu.
"boom!"
Terrifying collisions continued to sound.
The giant dragon in Mace's hand and the flying sword in Wang Tiezhu's hand collided fiercely.
"Pfft!"
A mouthful of blood was sprayed, and Wang Tiezhu shuddered. The flying sword in his hand was split into two by Wang Mesi's dragon, and turned into a pile of fragments and disappeared. The aura on his body suddenly dropped, and he took a few steps back, and his face became pale.
Turned pale.
"You're dead!"
Mace sneered.
Wang Tiezhu disagreed and said with a smile: "Do you know why I won't fight you in the formation? For such a long time, that formation can completely block your three or four attacks."
"What?"
Mace's face hardened, and he realized something was wrong.
"Do you know what is undoubtedly the most powerful killing method of Eastern monks? It is the flying sword, and the most powerful flying sword needs to be charged. With continuous charging, it can explode with unimaginable power.
This is also the reason why I set up that formation."
"Actually, it's not to block your attack, but to cover up the power of the flying sword. There are two ways to charge the flying sword. The method I use only requires the influence of my Qi machine and the continuous breathing of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
Yes! And let me remind you, I have an agreement with the BOSS here, and the spiritual energy here will be supplied to me to the maximum extent!"
"Now that the flying sword has been fully charged, do you think you can still resist me?"
Wang Tiezhu said calmly.
When Metz heard this, his expression changed drastically.
The next second, in the formation, an extremely powerful and sharp aura rose into the sky, and a sharp flying sword broke through the void of the formation and went straight towards Wang Tiezhu.
"call out!"
"Buzz buzz..."
There were buzzing sounds in the air, the space was cut, and cracks appeared around the Dragon Sword.
"you!"
Mace looked in disbelief.
How is this possible?!
Wang Tiezhu is so powerful!
"you!"
Wang Tiezhu had a calm look on his face. He waved the flying sword in his hand, and terrifying auras condensed out. Waves of destructive breaths continued to surge in the air, driving violent elemental fluctuations in the air. A burst of terrifying pressure, constantly
Heading towards Metz to press.
Mace's body trembled involuntarily, and a thought of fear arose in his heart. This aura made him feel that he might be killed at any time!
Feeling this terrifying aura, the other monks couldn't help but change their expressions.
"This breath... is so terrifying?"
"What level of sword energy is this?"
"snort!"
Groups of terrifying aura continued to gather around Wang Tiezhu's body. The terrifying energy and sword light flashed, tearing the void. The terrifying aura swept up in an instant, setting off terrifying hurricanes.
"cut!"
Wang Tiezhu roared.
The Dragon chanting sword carried a terrifying aura, unparalleled power, and unparalleled sharpness as it slashed towards Mace. The space was shaken by this aura and continued to collapse.
Metz's face was horrified, and his eyes revealed endless fear. This aura was really too terrifying!
The fear in Mace's heart reached the extreme, and he mobilized all the spiritual power in his body to sacrifice a spiritual dragon!
The brilliance of the Dragon Song Sword was great, and the terrifying sword energy instantly rose into the sky, carrying a terrifying pressure, and slashed hard on the giant dragon of Metz. With a loud noise, the giant dragon of Metz slashed with one sword.
Broken, the sword light remained unabated and continued to move towards Metz in front.
Mace was shocked, and his figure suddenly retreated.
It's a pity it's too late.
"Crack!"
The Dragon Song Sword turned into an astonishing light and shadow, shot through the air, and arrived in front of Metz in an instant. The terrifying aura instantly enveloped Metz!
Mace's body shook violently, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
Metz's face was as pale as paper, his eyes widened, and his eyeballs almost fell off. There was endless unwillingness in his eyes.
"Bang!"
The dragon's chanting sword slashed hard on Mace's chest, causing blood to splatter.
Mace's body was split into two parts by the Dragon Song Sword.
"Bang!"
The next moment, Mace's body exploded and turned into a halo of light that dissipated, leaving only a residue floating in the void.
Seeing this scene, the other monks were so frightened that their hearts stopped beating, their faces were as pale as paper, and they looked at this scene with horror in their eyes.
Mace is dead!
They watched helplessly as Metz was beheaded by Wang Tiezhu, but they did not dare to step forward for fear of suffering the same fate.
"But, can you...let us go!"
Over there, a monk looked at Wang Tiezhu tremblingly and whispered.
Wang Tiezhu looked silent and did not speak.
All the monks hurriedly knelt down and begged for mercy, kowtowing one by one like pounding garlic, and kept kowtowing.
How could they dare to offend such a terrifying existence?
At the same time, Jin Zhuang and the others spent a lot of effort to pass the second level. They were all injured and finally entered the third level.
"I didn't see Wang Tiezhu in the second level. Isn't he trapped in the first level?!"
Jin Zhuang looked at the scene around him and felt very anxious.
Everyone also frowned. The first level was an individual level, but the second level was a group level.
At first glance, this third level is also a group level. Wang Tiezhu is the strongest among them. Without him, this third level must not be passed, right?
"Look!"
Someone yelled and pointed forward.
Everyone looked at it immediately and were stunned!
More than twenty monks in the late stages of the true realm knelt in front of Wang Tiezhu, begging to be let go!
What the hell?!
Jin Zhuang and the others all opened their eyes wide, their eyes full of disbelief.
"He, what on earth did he do to scare so many people so much?!"
“So many people actually knelt down and begged for mercy!
What on earth did this boy Wang Tiezhu do?!"
Why are these people so scared?!
Everyone was dumbfounded, looking at Wang Tiezhu's expression full of disbelief.
After being stunned for a while, he hurried over and asked what was going on.
When they learned that Wang Tiezhu had killed two masters at the pinnacle of the Real Realm, their heads instantly short-circuited.
Damn it!
Is this okay?
Two masters at the pinnacle of the real realm were killed so easily in Wang Tiezhu's hands?!
The expressions of Jin Zhuang and the others suddenly became wonderful.
Damn it, what kind of monster is this guy!
In the middle stage of the Real Realm, killing the peak of the Real Realm is not a dream, right?
When they saw the bodies of Mace and Mars, they completely believed that although they were dead, their death time was short, and the aura of the strong had not dissipated yet!
It absolutely cannot be fake, it is the pinnacle of authenticity.
Jin Zhuang and Crocodile Mang couldn't help but gasped and looked at each other!
"These people should have a lot of God's blood in their hands, so you can share it! As for the last level, I have cooperation with the BOSS of this level, so we won't challenge it. I will go to the last level to get some benefits from the BOSS.
