The first thousand nine hundred and fifty-four chapters Dragon Lord
The man in black was cut into two pieces, his eyes were horrified. Just when he was about to struggle, the Thunder Fire Sword was extremely fast and passed through the man in black's eyebrows, completely wiping out the soul of the man in black.
The Thunder Fire Sword itself was extraordinary, and Xiao Hei also inherited all the Thunder Fire Sword inheritance, so its strength was extremely powerful. In addition, the man in black was caught off guard, so he was instantly killed by Xiao Hei.
"As expected of Mr. Long, the grace of this sword really makes Xiao Xuezi admirable!"
After the Thunder Fire Sword instantly killed the man in black, the Blood Immortal was brought out by the Thunder Fire Sword at some unknown time.
At this moment, the Blood Immortal was following Thunder Fire Sword with a flattering look on his face, a flattering smile on his face, and words of praise that even Zhuo Wen felt ashamed of.
Xiao Hei sat on the hilt of the sword, waving his little paws and saying arrogantly: "What is this? A mere disaster god is nothing more than rubbish. If Lord Long wants to take action, can he still survive? There are two others.
, if you also want to seek death, just go to me, Lord Long, and see if I don’t kill you."
"Lord Long is mighty, his power is boundless, he is invincible, and he is invincible in all battles. He is a true god, and they are all rubbish!" the Blood Immortal shouted at the side in a very cooperative manner.
Zhuo Wen stood aside, stroking his forehead, looking at these two top performers with a headache.
Ever since Xiao Hei took over the Blood Fairy, the two of them had become more and more in tune with each other, and they felt like they had met each other so late.
Every time these two guys appear on stage, they have to show off, and Zhuo Wen himself can't stand it.
The other two men in black who originally attacked Zhuo Wen stopped in their tracks, looking at the Thunder Fire Sword that instantly killed their companions in horror. Their eyes were a little afraid, but more of annoyance.
It was just a top-notch divine weapon, but it was so arrogant. The blood-colored monster next to the broken sword said a series of flattering words that even they couldn't bear to listen to.
"Kill it!"
The two men in black reached an agreement instantly and gave up attacking Zhuo Wen, instead turning to Thunder Fire Sword and Blood Immortal.
Xiao Hei, who was still showing off at first, saw the posture of the two men in black, his heart skipped a beat, and he screamed secretly.
After all, it was only a top-grade divine weapon, and it was able to kill the man in black. The main reason was that it had precise enough timing and was unexpected, so it was able to kill the man in black.
If it were a head-on battle, Xiao Hei would not be able to kill a one-disaster true god so easily.
Now that two more powerful disaster gods have joined forces to deal with it, how can Xiao Hei dare to challenge it?
However, although Xiao Hei retreated in his heart, his aura was not weak at all.
"The two one-disaster true gods are just rubbish in my eyes. You two rubbish people still need me to take action?"
After saying this, Xiao Hei immediately took the Blood Immortal to behind Zhuo Wen, and said eloquently: "This boy was trained by me, Lord Long. You two trash are not enough to defeat this boy with one move. Just let him go."
come over."
"Damn, this sword is too cheap, I must destroy it."
The leading man in black was so angry that he couldn't help but rush directly towards Zhuo Wen, obviously intending to kill Zhuo Wen and Xiao Hei together.
Seeing two men in black approaching again, Zhuo Wen looked seriously and held the iron sword tightly in his right hand.
Now, although Zhuo Wen is a late-stage god, his strength does far exceed his cultivation level. In fact, the Tie Lu Sword can no longer keep up with his strength.
Zhuo Wen even discovered that as he continued to use the Iron Lu Sword, a crack appeared on the surface of the Iron Lu Sword. It was obvious that the Iron Lu Sword could no longer withstand his violent energy as he used it.
Zhuo Wen sighed softly. After returning from Song Rencheng this time, he planned to buy a true artifact-level divine sword.
Whoosh!
At this moment, two men in black had already rushed in front of Zhuo Wen. They split into two directions, holding true artifacts, and attacked Zhuo Wen together.
The violent divine power turned into a terrifying whirlpool, sandwiching Zhuo Wen in the middle, as if it was about to squeeze Zhuo Wen into a meat pie.
Zhuo Wen pointed out his right hand and used the Killing Underworld Finger.
A violent underworld emerged, and in the depths of the underworld, two huge yellow fingers suddenly condensed.
The lines on the surface of the yellow fingers are even more clearly visible, just like real fingers.
Zhuo Wen stood on one of the killing hell fingers, holding the iron sword in his hand, and slashed out with the sword, and the sword light fell in front of him like rain.
Moreover, the surface of these rain-like sword lights is filled with purple meaning, just like purple rain, spreading freely.
The two men in black looked solemnly, and they were quite embarrassed to deal with Ziyu.
Poof!
Two murderous underworld fingers were blasted on their chests. Although they took precautions in time, they still spit out blood and turned pale.
Zhuo Wen used his sword to stab the thorns, and used the thorns transformed by the shadow of the sword to restrain the two people who were retreating. Then Zhuo Wen strolled leisurely and passed by the two of them. Two sword lights passed between their eyebrows very quickly.
The souls of the two men in black were destroyed, they fell into the air, and their vitality was cut off.
Song Yan's pupils shrank, he stared at Zhuo Wen, and then immediately backed away.
This Song Yan's strength is not weak, but he is just a disaster god. Even three men in black were killed instantly. How can he dare to face Zhuo Wen.
"You dare to kill our Song family? You are so brave!"
Song Yan shouted loudly but quietly retreated. He had secretly informed his father that not long after, his father and the masters of the Song family would arrive here, and this man would soon become the turtle in the urn.
"I dare to kill you!"
Zhuo Wen stood still, with a sarcastic smile on his lips.
Song Yan naturally saw the expression on Zhuo Wen's face, and he immediately realized something was wrong. He only heard a whooshing sound and a black flame completely enveloped him.
"It's just rubbish. I, Lord Long, will kill you with one move!"
In the black flames, Xiao Hei's arrogant voice sounded. When the black flames subsided, Song Yan had turned into ashes.
Zhuo Wen silently looked at Song Yan, who was dead and could no longer die, without any pity in his heart. Song Yan himself was a scumbag, which was evident from the dozens of female corpses in his basement.
And Zhuo Wen is sure that there are more than a dozen female cultivators killed by Song Yan, but most of the female corpses should have been disposed of by Song Yan.
"You bastard, if you dare to kill my son, you will die..."
However, just after Xiao Hei killed Song Yan, Song Jiahao, the head of the Song family, and a senior member of the Song family, who hurried over, saw this scene.
Song Jiahao exploded on the spot, his eyes and eyes splitting, and he rushed towards the Thunder Fire Sword.
When Xiao Hei saw the terrifying aura of Song Jiahao, he was so frightened that he quickly ran away, rushed to Zhuo Wen, and said shamelessly: "What's wrong with this Mr. Long killing your son? You'd better keep your mouth clean, otherwise Mr. Long will even kill you."
cut."
"Lord Long, this seems to be the True God of Three Disasters. We shouldn't be opponents, right?" the Blood Immortal said timidly.
"Damn, you useless guy, what are the Three Disaster Gods? This kid Zhuo Wen was trained by me. He can handle this old thing without me taking any action." Xiao Hei still said confidently.
"Okay, okay! The sword spirit, a mere divine weapon, is so arrogant. I will take out your sword spirit and burn it for ninety-nine and eighty-one days. I will make you endure endless suffering and let you know the consequences of offending me!"
Song Jiahao was so angry that his beard was trembling. He was about to ask the other senior officials of the Song family to come together and take down Zhuo Wen and Xiao Hei. Xiao Hei suddenly stopped and said: "Old man, if you want to be shameless, look at this kid next to me.
, he is only a late-stage god. If you look at the old guys around you, they are all true gods of two disasters. How dare you attack them in a group?"
Zhuo Wen naturally knew what Xiao Hei meant, and said calmly: "Old man, today I am challenging you, the True God of Three Disasters, with the late stage of Heavenly God. I want to see how many moves you, the True God of Three Disasters, can withstand in my hands."
"Of course, if you feel that you are no match for me, you can let them come together. I will not refuse anyone who comes."
The man in black from Dazzling Trading Company looked at the man with a sword who spoke so brazenly with great interest, but secretly shook his head in his heart.
That young man was only a late-stage god. No matter how defiant he was, how could he be Song Jiahao's opponent?
Although this man can avoid being besieged by saying these provocative methods, he will still end up dead.
Song Jiahao naturally knew the purpose of Zhuo Wen and Xiao Hei, but he didn't care at all. Whether it was a siege or a duel, this boy would definitely die.
"In the face of absolute strength, your little cleverness is just a cloud!"
Song Jiahao sneered and took out a long-handled sword. This sword was radiant and it was obviously a true artifact of extremely high quality.
"Old man, you talk a lot, and you can hit me whenever you want. Why are you chattering like a bitch!" Xiao Hei sarcastically said without mercy.
Song Jiahao was furious, raised his sword and struck at Zhuo Wen. The light of the sword stretched across him like a sky bridge.
At the same time, Song Jiahao's consciousness locked onto Zhuo Wen, and the spatula light followed Song Jiahao's consciousness and quickly struck towards Zhuo Wen.
Feeling Song Jiahao's powerful spiritual consciousness, Zhuo Wen's eyes were startled, showing a strange look.
Then, Zhuo Wen pulled out the soul-stirring needle from the center of his eyebrows, and pierced Song Jiahao's spiritual consciousness at a very fast speed, and followed Song Jiahao's spiritual consciousness and flew toward Song Jiahao's eyebrows at an extremely fast speed.
Due to the addition of the Ziyao Galaxy Divine Sand, the Soul Captivating Needle possesses the terrifying power of devouring divine souls, and its power is more than twice as powerful as before.
Song Jiahao felt a pain in the middle of his eyebrows, and then he was horrified to find that the power of his soul was involuntarily stripped away, which frightened him and quickly stabilized his soul.
But soon, a golden light shot toward his eyebrows at a very fast speed. He was even caught off guard and quickly sealed his soul. He did not dare to take back the spiritual consciousness that had been snatched out, for fear that the golden light would take advantage of it and enter.
in his soul.
And just because Song Jiahao was so stunned, Zhuo Wen had quietly sneaked in front of Song Jiahao.
At this moment, Zhuo Wen directly used his sword to pierce the thorns. The sword light first appeared, and the four major sword moves were like the sun and the moon. The fifth level of Taoism surged out, causing all four sword moves to be dyed purple.
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Xiao Hei acted according to the opportunity, surrounded by black flames, and slashed out suddenly, hitting Song Jiahao's waist without mercy.
After all, Song Jiahao is the True God of Three Disasters, and Zhuo Wen faces such a strong man for the first time, so he goes all out when he takes action and does not dare to slack off.