"This is not an ordinary magical power at all, nor can it be a real magical power. Could it be a virtual heaven-level magical power?"
The leading man in blood robe stared at Zhuo Wen in front of him with an ugly expression. He had seen both magical and true magical powers.
But the aura of the "Dao-Destroying Sword Technique" displayed by Zhuo Wen was so terrifying that it gave him a feeling of palpitations. I am afraid that only Xutian-level magical powers could give him this kind of palpitations.
Zhuo Wen was too lazy to pay attention to the leading man in blood robes. He only saw him kicking his right foot, and the circular ripples spread under his feet, as if he were stepping on the water, forming countless dense ripples.
Seeing Zhuo Wen storming towards him, the leading man in blood-robed eyes had a gloomy look. He could only see his hands crossed, and then the dagger held in his palm stabbed the armpits between his left and right, and actually cut off both hands.
Bang bang bang!
The leader of the blood-robed man cut off his own hands, his eyes revealed a determined look, and he muttered complicated formulas. The severed hands suddenly exploded into clouds of blood mist.
The blood mist continued to squirm, and then condensed into a huge blood knife ten feet long, with dense blood-colored heads hanging on the surface of the blood knife.
"All of these heads are gods that I have assassinated before. Today I will let you see the power of these ten thousand-headed swords."
The leading man in blood robes had a ferocious smile on his face. He swept his right foot upwards and suddenly lifted it to the handle of the ten thousand-headed knife. With a violent roar, the ten thousand-headed knife rushed out, wherever it passed.
, the wind roared violently, and the space shook.
This is his desperate attack. If this blow cannot kill Zhuo Wen, the leading man in blood robe will immediately detonate himself and completely kill Zhuo Wen with the energy of self-destruction.
Zhuo Wen's eyes were cold. He first glanced at the leading blood-robed man and saw the will to die in his eyes. He knew that if the ten thousand-headed sword could not kill him, the leading blood-robed man would immediately self-destruct.
"We can't let him blow himself up!"
Zhuo Wen made up his mind, pointed the sword with his right hand, and stabbed the thorns with the sword again, trying to restrain the ten thousand-head sword in a spiral fashion.
Unfortunately, stabbing the thorns with the sword did not have any suppressive effect on the Wan-head Dao. All the thorns that spread out were destroyed by the Wan-head Dao.
Seeing that the Ten Thousand Headed Sword was so powerful, the leading man in blood-robed breathed a sigh of relief, feeling relieved. He knew that stabbing thorns with the sword was Zhuo Wen's strongest move. Even this move couldn't stop the Ten Thousand Headed Sword. This guy should
There is no other way to stop the ten thousand-headed sword.
Zhuo Wen kept retreating, and if you look carefully, Zhuo Wen was not retreating, but retreating toward the side closer to the leading man in blood robe.
The leading man in blood robe also noticed Zhuo Wen's actions, with a sneer on his face. He kicked his right foot and immediately landed on the ten thousand-head knife. He said coldly: "You think I don't know your little trick?"
However, as soon as the leading man in blood robe said this, Zhuo Wen showed a mocking smile, and Zhuo Wen said lightly: "You really don't know my little tricks, otherwise you wouldn't fall into the trap."
After speaking, Zhuo Wen slowly drew out his right finger, and the sword light on his fingertips immediately grew several feet long.
"The second sword light of the Dao-Destroying Swordsmanship appears!"
At the moment Zhuo Wen's fingertips swiped, the sword light that was several feet long condensed into tiny points of light, which actually broke away from Zhuo Wen's fingertips, then burst out and directly ejected into the forehead of the leading man in blood robe.
at.
Poof!
The leading man in blood robe didn't even react. A blood hole appeared between his eyebrows. Then his vitality was completely cut off, his soul was shattered, and the ten thousand-headed sword collapsed.
After the sword light passed through the leading blood-robed man, it began to expand continuously, bursting out with a blazing white light. The explosion formed by the self-destruction of the blood-robed man was directly covered by this white light, and was subsequently annihilated.
"Brother Yang, look, something happened in the battle above. What is this white light? The energy contained in it is so terrifying." Not far from the battlefield, Bi Shuang suddenly pointed at the white light erupting from the explosion group above.
road.
Yang Tong shook his head and said: "I'm not sure. It should be the powerful move used by the Blood Temple killer. Then Zhuo Wen will definitely die. Let's go quickly. Senior Sister Jinghai should be arriving soon. If she knows that we are related to Blood Temple,
If the temple killer is involved, I'm afraid I will be scolded."
Bi Shuang nodded, and immediately the two of them supported him, and he was suspended in the air, flying slowly towards the distance.
However, the two did not fly for long. The explosion behind them was completely submerged by the white light, and then a figure gradually walked out of the white light.
If the two of them realized something, they turned around and looked around. They were both trembling, their eyes were bulging, and they looked at the figure walking out behind them in disbelief.
"It's that Zhuo Wen. Did this guy kill all the nine Blood Temple killers? Let's leave quickly..."
Yang Tong couldn't help but screamed, and even if he ran away in a hurry, Bi Shuang naturally ran away the moment he saw Zhuo Wen.
Unfortunately, the speed of the two of them, in Zhuo Wen's opinion, was simply too slow. After a while, Zhuo Wen caught up with them and slapped the two of them to the ground again.
"Who was the killer who was chasing me just now?" Zhuo Wen looked at Yang Channel coldly.
Yang Tong trembled all over and said honestly: "They are the killers of the Blood Temple. They are chasing you, but they have nothing to do with us. Our Dantian has been destroyed by you, what else do you want?"
Zhuo Wen smiled coldly, and a white sword glow emerged from the sword finger of his right hand, saying: "Do you still want to lie? Since it doesn't matter if you don't tell me, I will kill you and I will ask others."
"Don't kill me. This has nothing to do with me. It was Yang Tong who used the Blood Killing Order. I didn't agree with it before. Brother Zhuo, I have something to say."
Seeing Zhuo Wen's murderous expression, Bi Shuang immediately betrayed Yang Tong. He didn't want to die here with Yang Tong.
"Bi Shuang, you..."
Yang Tong's expression changed drastically, and when he was about to retaliate, Zhuo Wen slapped him in the face, swollen his mouth, and said coldly: "If you keep talking nonsense, I will kill you directly."
Yang Tong immediately covered his mouth and did not dare to speak nonsense.
"What is the Blood Killing Order?" Zhuo Wen realized that what had entered his body was probably the Blood Killing Order in Bi Shuang's mouth.
When Zhuo Wen asked, Bi Shuang immediately began to explain the efficacy and origin of the Blood Killing Order. After listening, Zhuo Wen's face gradually darkened.
He did not expect that this blood killing order was actually a pursuit order issued by the Blood Temple. Once the name of the person being hunted was engraved in the blood killing order, the Blood Temple would do anything until death.
In other words, Zhuo Wen has now killed ten blood-robed men, and the Blood Temple will still not give up until Zhuo Wen kills him. Killers will be sent to hunt Zhuo Wen again later.
When the blood killing order is planted on him, he will also face the endless pursuit from the Blood Temple.
"Brother Zhuo..."
Yang Tong's face changed slightly, and when he was about to say something, Zhuo Wen pointed the sword in his right hand and penetrated Yang Tong's eyebrows, directly destroying Yang Tong's soul and cutting off his vitality.
Looking at the completely fallen Yang Tong, Bi Shuang's eyes were full of fear. He stared at Zhuo Wen in fear, his heart was beating fast, and at the same time he felt regretful that he had dealt with Zhuo Wen together with Yang Tong.
"Why is this Zhuo Wen so terrifying? If I had known this, I would never have gone against him." Bi Shuang secretly cried out in his heart.
"Hand over everything you have on you!" Zhuo Wen looked at Bi Shuang coldly.
Bi Shuang trembled, not daring to show any signs of neglect, and immediately handed over everything on his body, even his god-level axe.
After Zhuo Wen put away Bi Shuang's things at will, he leaned over and put away Yang Tong's spiritual ring. Then he casually checked Yang Tong's spiritual ring and found many sacred stones inside.
The function of the Divine Stone is similar to that of the original Immortal Crystal, which is used for cultivation. However, the Immortal Crystal is for the cultivation of the Immortal Saint Warrior, while the Divine Stone is used for the cultivation of the Divine Transformation Warrior.
However, Zhuo Wen is not interested in these sacred stones. He knows very well that he does not have much time and he cannot take these things out.
Taking out Bi Shuang's divine sword, Zhuo Wen weighed it gently and nodded slightly. This divine sword was quite handy.
The "Destroying Swordsmanship" he practiced already required a sword to exert its true power, but he had just realized it not long ago, so he had not had time to forge his own divine sword when something like this happened.
Can use sword fingers instead of divine swords.
Although Yang Tong's divine sword is not suitable for Zhuo Wen, the divine sword is still much better than the sword finger, and at least it can exert most of the power of "The Sword of Destruction".
Whoosh!
After Zhuo Wen put away Yang Tong and Bi Shuang's things, a sound broke through the air suddenly. Then Zhuo Wen narrowed his eyes and discovered that the one who came this time was not the Blood Temple killer, but the one he met in the Sutra Pavilion before.
Jinghai, a gentle woman from Jiuxiao Palace.
Jinghai landed not far from Zhuo Wen. She glanced at Zhuo Wen first, frowning slightly, but soon her face changed slightly when she discovered Yang Tong's body lying at Zhuo Wen's feet.
"Yang Tong? Did you kill Yang Tong?"
Jinghai was stunned for a moment, then stared at Zhuo Wen with burning eyes.
Zhuo Wen played with the divine sword in his hand and said indifferently: "Killing him is not my wish, but he is seeking death. I, Zhuo Wen, am by no means a troublemaker. I think Senior Sister Jinghai is a sensible person."
"Bullshit, you killed my Jiuxiao Palace disciples and you still want me to be sensible. You are really despicable and disgusting."
Saying that, Jinghai stepped on her jade foot and rushed toward Zhuo Wen. She took action without even listening to Zhuo Wen's explanation.
"The sword pierces the thorns!"
Zhuo Wen looked ugly and had no choice but to stab the thorns with his divine sword again.
I saw the divine sword blasting out, and the shadows of the sword turned into snakes of thorns, squirming and twisting, rushing towards the Jinghai from all directions.
At the same time, Zhuo Wen kicked his right foot and retreated quickly.
This Jinghai is very powerful. He should be a true god of disaster, and he is even stronger than Lian Meng. He is probably a true god who has survived a thunder disaster. Zhuo Wen is not a match for such a being at the moment, and he does not want to confront him head-on.
Jinghai sneered at the corner of his mouth, and with a twist of his jade palm, a strange chill emerged from his palm. The surrounding thorns completely stopped and were stained with frost.
"broken!"
Jinghai let out a sweet cry, held her jade palm, and a squeezing force emerged from her body. Suddenly, the surrounding thorns sealed by ice collapsed into countless fragments.