The third thousand and thirty-sixth chapter blood boundary
The Saint of the Phoenix Tribe gently stroked the flaming hair, and looked at Zhuo Wen with her fiery red pupils, looking at him very seriously, as if she wanted to see through the fearful and trembling aura in this man.
But what surprised her a little was that the young man in front of her had no fear on his face, and his eyes were as clear as water. In the depths of his clear eyes, she actually saw a fighting spirit that was about to ignite.
Yes, that’s right, it’s the will to fight!
"Interesting? After I completely released the power of my bloodline and reached an extraordinary state, you can still be so calm. It's great!"
"It's just a pity that you are going to die soon, under my power!"
The Saint of the Phoenix Tribe was talking to herself, her jade feet gently tapping the void. Immediately, the void beneath her feet turned out to be like water, with ripples appearing one after another.
The saint's movements were very graceful, like a dragonfly touching water, her jade feet touched the void, and then, the entire space seemed to solidify.
The solidification of the space only lasted for a while, and then the space shattered, and a shattering sound was heard.
Behind the shattering sound, waves of flames surged forward.
The surrounding flames were so majestic, so magnificent, yet so terrifying and bone-piercing.
The transparent void in Zhuo Wen's eyes has turned into an endless sea of fire, just like a helpless rescued person trapped in a sea of fire.
In the endless sea of fire, the saint's jade feet slowly stepped out, her movements were graceful and slow, and the direction she was walking in happened to be towards Zhuo Wen.
Zhuo Wen only felt that the pressure around him was getting stronger and stronger, as if he was diving ten thousand meters deep in the vast ocean. The terrifying water pressure was constantly squeezing towards his body, trying to destroy every inch of flesh and blood and every inch of bone in his body.
All continue to be shattered.
"Is it the field?"
Zhuo Wen's eyes narrowed. He did not struggle, but raised his head, looked at the saint who was walking slowly and gently, and asked calmly.
"I appreciate your calmness, but even so, you will die today! This is not a realm, but the boundary of my bloodline. People who are within the boundaries of my bloodline will not have freedom, and everything will be under my control.
Under control!”
"Long Wen, today, your fate is to be burned to death by this sea of fire alone and helplessly within the boundaries of my bloodline!"
"But you can be very proud today, because you are the first human to force me to use bloodline boundaries! Compared to Zhongli Hao Yan, I think you are the real number one genius of the human race!"
The saint was still walking. Although the distance between them was very short, she walked very slowly, as if she was deliberately dragging her steps.
"Before you die, you still have some value. I need to ask you some questions!"
There was a hint of ferocity and cruelty in the saint's beautiful eyes, and she said coldly: "Where did you hear the name Mu Chenxue?"
Zhuo Wen looked at the ferocious look in the saint's eyes, his heart palpitated, and an unprecedented anger suddenly emerged in his chest.
This saint girl really knows about Mu Chenxue!
But the saint had hidden it from him before. As for why she had to hide it, Zhuo Wen knew after thinking about it that Mu Chenxue was definitely in a bad situation.
"Chen Xue, where is she now?"
Zhuo Wen suppressed his anger, faced the saint's teasing gaze, and asked in a deep voice.
"Haha, you are in trouble, but you still have the mood to ask Mu Chenxue! And you have to remember the relationship of priority. Now I am asking you, not you asking me. Do you understand?"
The saint finally came to Zhuo Wen, her beautiful eyes full of teasing.
"Can't protect yourself? Are you sure?"
Zhuo Wen suddenly showed a strange smile, and soon more powerful and terrifying power began to emerge from his body.
Zhuo Wen's body became more crystal clear, and his aura became more vast and vicissitudes of life.
Click!
Zhuo Wen's aura is constantly rising, from the early six-star stage to the mid-stage stage, and finally to the late stage.
That terrifying aura actually overwhelmed the pressure of the saint after activating her bloodline. Even the boundaries of the saint's bloodline actually had countless cracks and shattered into countless pieces under this terrifying aura.
At the moment when he broke through the bloodline boundary, Zhuo Wen's right fist pierced the sky and slammed into the saint.
The Saint of the Phoenix Clan obviously did not expect this scene to happen. She was even in a daze when she discovered that Zhuo Wen's fist had come.
This punch was too terrifying. The punch alone gave her a suffocating feeling. If she had been hit by this punch, she would have been seriously injured.
Fortunately, the saint's reaction was quick enough, and the pair of huge phoenix wings behind her quickly closed up and blocked her in front of her, wrapping her tightly.
"They are just the wings of a feathered bird, how dare you show off in front of me?"
Zhuo Wen's eyes were cold, and the force of his fist completely hit the wings, like a rainbow piercing the sun, and it directly penetrated the wings.
The fist with blazing white light passed through the wings and finally landed on the chest of the Phoenix Clan Saint.
Countless fire feathers scattered in the sky. The Saint of the Phoenix Clan looked up to the sky and spat out a mouthful of blood. She bent back and fell downwards, like a butterfly unable to fly.
The moment the blast hit the Phoenix Clan Saint, Zhuo Wen felt a little flutter in his heart.
He quickly came to his senses, bent his right foot, pressed hard, and fell rapidly downwards.
Taking advantage of his illness to kill him, Zhuo Wen would not miss this opportunity to beat the drowned dog.
But when he was about to approach the saint, the veil on the saint's face floated away in the wind, revealing the peerless appearance under the veil.
This appearance is so delicate, so familiar.
The moment Zhuo Wen saw it, his mind went blank and he had no more ideas.
At this moment, the saint's beautiful eyes suddenly opened, her curved wings closed again, detached from her back, and turned into a huge fire wheel.
The fire wheel roared and hit Zhuo Wen in the chest, who was in a state of confusion.
Poof!
That fire wheel was so terrifying, it was the most terrifying attack condensed by the Phoenix Wings.
Zhuo Wen's chest was directly cut, torn, shattered, and finally exploded into a ball of blood mist.
After the Phoenix tribe's saint struck the final blow, her face became even paler and she spat out a mouthful of blood. She grabbed Zhuo Wen's spiritual ring and did not stay here for a long time. She immediately took out a fiery red escape talisman and crushed it into pieces.
The person turned into a ray of fire and disappeared from where he was.
She knows that Zhuo Wen is dead, and she has obtained Zhuo Wen's spiritual ring, so there is no need for her to stay here!
In addition, the injuries she suffered were indeed too serious. If she stayed here for a long time, it would be a real headache for other humans to sneak attack on her.
At the moment Zhuo Wen was torn into pieces by the fire wheel, both humans and aliens were stunned. No one expected that this battle would change so quickly and tortuously. The final result was both reasonable and unexpected.