The melee is still going on, but the number of people is getting smaller and smaller.
There were only about thirty people left out of the original hundred.
Only a few hours had passed, and nearly sixty people had been eliminated.
Moreover, these eliminated are not ordinary monks, they are all real masters who survived until the end.
This shows how cruel this melee is.
Poof!
Suddenly, the sea of time and space around Zhuo Wen was torn apart by a terrifying offensive, and immediately a dark palm protruded out, like a life-threatening hand stretched out from hell.
The speed of this dark palm was so fast that Zhuo Wen didn't even react. Immediately, the palm grabbed Chen Fa and the other six people.
At this moment, Chen Fa was fighting with six other people. With the help of the power of the sea of time and space, they were about to win. However, this dark palm covered the sky and sun, killing Chen Fa and the other six people as well as their opponents.
All covered in it.
A scream was heard, and twelve people, including Chen Fa, were all killed by this terrifying devil's palm.
And after this demonic palm killed Chen Fa and others, it continued to move towards Zhuo Wen unabated, and its power was even more terrifying than before.
Zhuo Wen's eyes turned cold. It was because he had been too careless and he didn't expect that someone was actually shooting in secret.
The timing of the attack was too accurate. It happened to be the moment when Zhuo Wen's mind was not on Chen Fa and others, so he used thunderous means to attack. Finally, at the moment when Zhuo Wen was not paying attention, it was
Catch Chen Fa and others in one fell swoop.
Seeing that the devil's hand continued to move towards him, the killing intent in Zhuo Wen's eyes broke out without any restraint.
Zhuo Wen immediately used the third form of the Slaughter Dao Hegemony Slaughter Hand, and the endless heavenly power around him continued to condense and turned into a huge arm.
This arm passed through the air and directly hit the probing devil's palm.
Boom!
The giant hand and the devil's palm clashed together, erupting into an extremely terrifying and horrifying light. This light was too blazing, and accompanied by a deafening sound, it seemed to destroy the world.
Immediately, the demonic palm and the giant hand were destroyed at the same time. Zhuo Wen's figure swayed and his eyes couldn't help but fall in the direction where the demonic palm came from.
The realm of Zhuo Wen's time and space sea has been completely torn apart by the devil's palm, and Zhuo Wen's figure appears outside with no room for display.
Zhuo Wen followed the direction in which the magic palm disappeared and saw a very familiar figure.
This is an extremely elegant man, about thirty years old, who looks a bit like a frail scholar.
"Brilliant!"
Zhuo Wen's eyes narrowed. He didn't expect that the one who secretly attacked was Huang Jue, who had met once before in Riyueyao Mountain.
Huang Jue still had an elegant smile on his face, and he was not at all embarrassed about being discovered by Zhuo Wen.
"Brother Zhuo, it's been a long time! I think the first time we met, it was at Riyueyao Mountain. Now we meet again, it's still at Riyueyao Mountain. It seems that we are destined!" Huang Jue smiled slightly.
, said loudly.
Zhuo Wen's eyes were cold and he did not hide the murderous intent in his eyes, but Huang Jue seemed not to feel the murderous intent in Zhuo Wen's eyes at all, but said to himself: "Brother Zhuo, let's discuss it!"
"I know you got one hundred thousand demon mirror fragments, and after so long, you should have absorbed all those one hundred thousand demon mirror fragments! How about this, you let me kill you and help me break through the destiny master.
When this Gods Conference is over, I will compensate you well, and I will give you whatever you want."
Zhuo Wen sneered, looked at Huang Jue as if he were an idiot, and said, "I say Fourth Prince, do you think I will agree?"
Huang Juehun didn't care and said calmly: "It's not that I think you will agree or not, but that you must agree! This matter is not decided by you, but by me."
As soon as Huang Jue finished speaking, endless black energy suddenly burst out from under Zhuo Wen's feet.
These black energies are like black tentacles, each one as thick as a bucket, instantly covering Zhuo Wen from all directions.
Zhuo Wen's figure was completely submerged by these black energies, and he couldn't see clearly at all.
Huang Jue was floating not far away, with an elegant smile still hanging on his lips, but his eyes were filled with a cold look.
Huang Jue's action attracted the attention of other monks in the melee.
After seeing that it was Huang Jue who took action, the other monks subconsciously distanced themselves from Huang Jue, for fear of being targeted by Huang Jue.
Huang Jue's attack method is too weird and difficult to guard against. This is the opponent they least want to face besides Huang Xinghe.
Huang Xinghe stood on the other side of Riyueyao Mountain, looking at Huang Jue from a distance, his eyes unwavering, but the bloodthirsty in his eyes was more intense, mixed with a strong fighting spirit.
Zhao Nianmeng was at the other end of Riyueyao Mountain, also watching Huang Jue who was the first to attack Zhuo Wen.
The three of them all knew that none of them were mediocre, so they had a tacit understanding not to confront each other at the beginning, but to clear out the rest of the monks first, and then finally fight to the death.
Originally, in their opinion, if Zhuo Wen could be ranked so high, he must be very powerful.
However, during the melee, they carefully observed Zhuo Wen, but they were disappointed, because Zhuo Wen's cultivation level was too low, and the strength he showed was at best that of the Hunyuan Lord.
The three of them are basically half-step destiny masters, especially Huang Xinghe, whose aura is even more unfathomable, and even Huang Jue and Zhao Nianmeng cannot see through it.
It was precisely because Zhuo Wen's performance was unsatisfactory that Huang Jue suddenly took action, planning to deal with Zhuo Wen first.
After all, the energy of the demon mirror fragments on Zhuo Wen's body is far richer than that of other monks.
After killing Zhuo Wen, Huang Jue may break through and become the Lord of Destiny in one leap. Then he will have the confidence to fight Huang Xinghe.
Zhao Nianmeng was secretly resentful. She also wanted to take action, but she saw that Huang Xinghe didn't move. In addition, she was a bit far away from Huang Jue, so she also didn't move and just watched silently.
The monks in the square were even more excited, mixed with ridicule and ridicule.
In their view, Zhuo Wen was just a joke, just a joke about getting lucky. Now that Huang Jue took action, he was immediately beaten until his true colors were revealed.
boom!
Just when everyone thought that Zhuo Wen was dead, the barrier wrapped by countless black energy tentacles suddenly collapsed, and immediately a figure shot out and rushed towards Huang Jue.
Huang Jue frowned slightly, obviously he didn't expect that Zhuo Wen still had enough energy to break through the killing attack he had already arranged below.
However, he is not afraid. In his opinion, Zhuo Wen must have been mostly consumed by the offensive just now. Now that he takes action, he will definitely be able to capture him easily.
Unfortunately, when Huang Jue struck out with a palm and made contact with Zhuo Wen's right arm, his right palm was cut off directly, and then his right arm and shoulder exploded into a ball of blood mist...