The third thousand four hundred and seventy-fourth chapter is promoted to the first decline
"Hmph! It seems that this kid is already dead without any need for us to take action!"
Wu Junhao retreated a certain distance. His main goal was Zhuo Wen, and he was not competitive with Lian Meng.
Lianmeng's beautiful eyes showed an anxious look. She came to see Zhuo Wen for something important. Now that Zhuo Wen died in front of her, it would be difficult for her to explain to Sanqing when she went back.
Wu Yangxu retreated to Wu Junhao and said with a slightly gloomy face: "Jun Hao, Mingzhe..."
"It doesn't matter, Mingzhe died a worthy death. At least he has been eliminated, and I can explain to the original poster when I go back! Now, after the rain of Gengjin swords comes to an end, let's see if we can find Mingzhe's body!" Wu Junhao said calmly.
When Wu Yangxu heard this, he remained silent, but his face looked very ugly.
Wu Mingzhe had a very good relationship with him and had gone through life and death several times. Now that Wu Mingzhe died in the rain of Gengjin swords, he felt that Wu Mingzhe was not worth it.
But there was nothing he could do. Wu Junhao was stronger than him and his status in Wulou was much higher than him. When Wu Junhao said this, he had no way to refute.
There was silence all around, and everyone's eyes fell on the Geng-Gold Sword Rain. They were all waiting for the Geng-Gold Sword Rain to come to an end. They wanted to see if the nameless cultivator could survive such a horrific disaster.
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In the endless rain of golden swords, Zhuo Wen's whole body was filled with purple light, barely resisting the terrifying rain of golden swords around him.
It has to be said that Gengjin Sword Rain is indeed terrifying, possessing the terrifying power of destroying everyone.
Zhuo Wen ran Hongmeng Jue with all his strength, but he was still injured. His right arm was directly annihilated and blood was flowing.
Poof!
Suddenly, Zhuo Wen's left arm was shattered and blood splattered.
Zhuo Wen's eyes were red. He knew that he had reached a critical moment of life and death, so he began to absorb chaotic energy crazily, using his shattering power to form purple light, which turned into a powerful defense and covered his body surface.
As time gradually passed, Zhuo Wen's injuries became more and more serious, with blood dripping from his body, countless wounds bursting, and his whole body became a bloody man.
Poof!
Poof!
The Gengjin sword rain became more and more terrifying, Zhuo Wen's legs also exploded, and blood mist exploded.
Zhuo Wen couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, his face turned pale.
But he didn't care so much, and instead ran the Hongmeng Art crazily, absorbing chaotic energy, and protecting the most important things, his head and body.
About two hours later, Zhuo Wen's body completely exploded and turned into blood mist, leaving only a pale head.
But there was no fear in Zhuo Wen's eyes, but full of edge and sharpness.
Because he felt that the Geng-Gold Sword Rain around him began to weaken, and he knew that the Geng-Gold Sword Rain would soon disappear.
Sure enough, the Gengjin Sword Rain was weakening rapidly and soon became sparse.
Later, Zhuo Wen felt a surging and warm energy coming from the depths of the chaotic starry sky.
This energy continued to repair his injuries, leaving only the remains of his head, which began to regenerate rapidly.
At the same time, the aura on his body had completely transformed, and he could feel the surging energy filling his body.
He knew that he had successfully overcome the calamity and advanced to the first level.
Within ten breaths of time, Zhuo Wen's remaining body had been completely repaired by this energy, and Zhuo Wen's breath had also completely transformed, undergoing a qualitative change.
At this moment, everyone onlookers' eyes fell on Zhuo Wen at the same time, and they all took a breath, and the whole place was eerily quiet.
However, this silence did not last long and was replaced by uproar.
"Oh my god, this nameless cultivator actually survived and survived such a horrific disaster as the Gengjin Sword Rain. How is this possible?"
"He successfully advanced to the first rank. You didn't realize that this person's aura is so powerful and terrifying that he doesn't look like a first rank monk at all..."
"..."
Discussions, uproar, and noises gathered together, and the surroundings were very noisy.
Lianmeng showed a look of surprise, while Wu Junhao's eyes were gloomy. He was also deeply surprised that Zhuo Wen could survive under the rain of Gengjin swords.
"Yang Xu, kill him!"
Wu Junhao sent a message to Wu Yangxu, who nodded, stepped on his right foot, and disappeared in a matter of seconds.
The coldness at the corner of Wu Yangxu's mouth became more and more intense, and the killing intent in his eyes was barely concealed.
Wu Mingzhe died because of Zhuo Wen. Now he wants to kill Zhuo Wen and avenge Wu Mingzhe.
Wu Yangxu was too fast and caught him by surprise. When Lianmeng and Du Huacan reacted, they found that it was too late to catch up.
At this moment, Zhuo Wen had completely recovered. He felt the powerful energy billowing in his body, and his eyes showed surprise.
With the first decline in cultivation, coupled with the shattering power of the Hongmeng Art, Zhuo Wen is confident that his current strength is comparable to the second decline in peak power.
If he fuses the clones, his strength will be even higher, enough to fight against the third weakest person.
Especially the shattering divine power on his body, its penetrating power is so terrifying, and its energy level is so high that the monks in the starry sky in the lower realm will suffer a lot against him.
"Um?"
Zhuo Wenruo was aware of it and sensed a murderous intention.
He raised his head and saw that Wu Yangxu had already killed him, and a terrifying aura swept over the place like a storm.
"Witch Clan?"
Zhuo Wen calmly looked at Wu Yangxu who was getting closer and closer, and asked lightly.
Wu Yangxu was startled, then grinned and sneered: "Wu Yangxu, from Wu Tower! I'm here to take your life today!"
After saying that, Wu Yangxu punched him fiercely.
His fists exploded, causing a huge explosion in the starry sky and shattering into pieces, which looked very terrifying.
"This boy is really miserable. He has just been promoted to the first rank and is about to be killed!"
Wu Junhao crossed his arms, looked on coldly, and said mocking words.
"The man from the Witch Tower? It seems he is here to seek death, so I will grant you his wish!"
Zhuo Wen was very calm, and when he punched out, the purple light was restrained. It looked ordinary, but in fact it contained terrifying energy.
Boom!
The two fists touched each other, and there were big explosions all around. Then Wu Yangxu was horrified to find that his right fist was directly punched to pieces.
In particular, a mysterious power from Zhuo Wen's fist penetrated into his body and began to destroy the meridians in his body wantonly. Even if he mobilized most of the heavenly energy, it was difficult to give this mysterious power in the meridians away.
Dissolve it.
Poof!
Wu Yangxu spat out a mouthful of blood, and his right hand shattered into pieces, flying backwards with a shrill splash of blood, and landed in the starry sky.
However, not long after Wu Yangxu flew backwards, he felt pain in his chest, and a foot stepped directly on his chest.
Wu Yangxu was shocked and angry. He was stepped on so hard that he vomited blood and felt humiliated.
He looked up and found Zhuo Wen looking down at him, and Zhuo Wen looked at him coldly, like a prey, and his eyes were very unkind...