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The third thousand and forty-eighth chapters of Muda who do not know whether to live or die

"Hmph! This timid guy who hides here and there has no real skills other than shooting cold arrows. There is no need for the saint to take action. I, Muda, can easily kill you!"

In the alien team, Elder Mda of the Shark Clan was not far behind the Phoenix Clan Saint.

Seeing Zhuo Wen's provocative words, the old guy immediately spoke, with the posture of 'the saint's most loyal dog', standing next to the saint with his head held high, and said disdainfully to the void.

In the space-time tunnel, Zhuo Wen saw that Muda from the Shark tribe actually took the initiative to provoke, and the corner of his mouth curled up.

Before entering the Dark Portal, this Munda made trouble for Sauron a lot.

If An Shaojin hadn't been backing him at that time, Muda would have killed him directly.

Now Zhuo Wen is no longer what he used to be. Before his Pangu Holy Body broke through, he was not necessarily the opponent of Muda.

However, after entering the Dark Gate, he obtained the Gonggong Gu worm and the inheritance of Gonggong energy. His Pangu Holy Body was successfully promoted to six stars, and even directly advanced to the late six-star stage.

The strength is more than doubled!

Muda is just an ordinary alien from the early stage of the Creator. Although his strength is stronger than Moses, his strength is limited.

In Zhuo Wen's eyes at this moment, this Muda was just an ant stronger than Moses.

"you sure?"

Zhuo Wen's quiet voice came from the void, making it difficult to tell where the voice came from.

Muda raised his head and chest, and said proudly: "You are just a guy who hides his head but shows his tail. In my opinion, it is already remarkable that you can withstand three moves in my hands!"

Zhuo Wen looked at Muda, who held his head high and his chest high, as if he were an idiot. He really couldn't figure out where this guy got his confidence and looked down on him so much.

"However, I have a condition, that is, you are not allowed to use the magic arrow you just shot, and you need to fight me openly! Otherwise, I really don't bother to fight you!"

After Muda said these words, his eyes were very alert and his eyelids twitched.

He guessed that the mysterious human race hiding in the depths of the void must not be very high in cultivation, but they possessed powerful arrow-like artifacts.

As long as that human race doesn't use those weird divine arrows, then there is no threat to me.

"Haha! So this is what this old guy had in mind!"

Zhuo Wen sneered in his heart and spoke again: "Old guy, that's not a small tone! I promise you not to use that magic arrow to deal with you."

As he spoke, Zhuo Wen gently pushed his right foot out in the air. Immediately, strong ripples spread under his feet, and his figure gradually disappeared into the void.

After getting Zhuo Wen's response, Muda was secretly happy. Just when he was about to speak to let Zhuo Wen appear, his face suddenly changed because he felt a terrifying pressure in the surrounding space that made him suffocate.

Muda groaned and quickly retreated until he was around the leader of the Sharman Tribe, Su Lung.

Rumble!

Suddenly, a shuddering breath appeared above Mda's head, and immediately the space above him shattered.

Mda suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with fear, because in the broken space above him, he saw a huge palm that was ten feet long.

This palm is crystal clear and exudes light like glass. It doesn't look like a real palm, but rather like a finely carved jade bracelet.

Mda regretted it. If he had known that the person who unleashed the cold arrow was so terrifying, he would never have stood up for the Saint of the Phoenix Clan and provoked such ruthless people.

The Saint of the Phoenix Tribe was shocked. She looked at the covered crystal palm in disbelief. Her pretty face was pale and there was no blood at all, because she felt a familiar and frightening aura on this palm.

"No way! That guy should be dead, but this aura and this attack method are so similar..."

The Saint of the Phoenix Clan murmured to herself, her face looking ugly, she must have recalled some bad memories.

And all the monks who questioned this guy who shot the cold arrow were also shocked. Only then did they realize that they had indeed underestimated this guy.

This guy can not only shoot cold arrows, but he can also hit hard targets. He is an all-rounder.

Muda screamed. He tried his best and unleashed all his methods, stimulating one hundred percent, no, it should be two hundred percent of his potential.

All the foreigners looked at Muda with hope in their eyes. They all cheered loudly for Muda, hoping that Muda could defeat the palm of the mountain that seemed to be collapsing.

After Muda screamed, under everyone's stunned gaze, he ran away quickly, as if he had planned it for a long time.

In the time and space tunnel, Zhuo Wen sneered again and again, looking at Mda who turned around and ran away, and said calmly: "Can you escape?"

Boom!

I saw that huge palm, at the moment when it was about to fall to the ground, suddenly reversed its direction and chased after the fleeing Muda.

Although Muda tried his best, the gap between him and Zhuo Wen was too big. He didn't escape far before he was caught up by that crystal clear palm.

After Muda screamed, he could no longer make any sound, because his palm had been blown into powder, and his soul and body were shattered.

All traces of his presence in this world are at this moment, annihilated in that unparalleled palm.

Kick, kick, kick!

After Muda was blown to pieces by a palm, the whole place became much quieter, but it was soon broken by the sound of slight footsteps.

All eyes were focused on the direction where the footsteps came from, where Su Rong's body was.

At this moment, Su Long's eyes were still wide open, looking at the sky, as if he was lamenting the injustice of heaven.

Next to Su Lung's body, a young man was walking slowly and leisurely in the courtyard, as if he were walking in his own yard.

This young man has extremely fair cheeks, red lips and white teeth. If this young man were to wear women's clothes, others would never recognize him as a man.

However, the Saint of the Phoenix Clan and many monks with high levels of cultivation could tell at a glance that this person was easy to get through.

Jiang Qisheng and Yao Xiangjun's eyes flashed brightly. They knew that the young man who had been disguised was probably Long Wen who they thought was dead.

Although they could not identify Zhuo Wen's real face under his disguise, his identity was revealed by his magic arrow.

The Phoenix Clan Saint's eyelids also twitched. She stared at the handsome young man with fear in her beautiful eyes.

Zhuo Wen slowly came to Su Long's corpse, hooked his right index finger, and in full view of everyone, he pulled out the Houyi arrow that had been inserted into Su Long's chest, and took the initiative to enter Zhuo Wen's palm.

After Zhuo Wen put away Hou Yi's divine arrow, he ignored the cautious saint of the Phoenix tribe not far away, and slowly walked to Mr. Zhong who was kneeling on the ground with his head lowered.

At this moment, Zhongli and Hao Yan were kneeling in front of Mr. Zhong, with pear blossoms on their cheeks and the sadness in their beautiful eyes that could not be concealed for a long time.

"Miss Zhongli, I'm sorry! I didn't have time to save him..."

Zhuo Wen sighed softly, patted Zhongli and Hao Yan's shoulder, moved his lips slightly, and finally said this sentence...


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