"He is worthy of being the most talented genius in Wu Lou. He even has such a broad mind. I don't want to take advantage of this unknown casual cultivator and let this casual cultivator make the first move! Wu Junhao is really a role model for our generation!"
"Haha, this is the style of a master. Of course, I think even if the unknown cultivator strikes first, he will definitely die. He will not be Wu Junhao's opponent!"
"..."
Wu Junhao's words made many monks around him show appreciation, feeling that Wu Junhao was very graceful.
Zhuo Wen had a strange look in his eyes and asked: "Are you really going to let me take action first?"
Wu Junhao glanced sideways at Zhuo Wen, his aura became even more vast and terrifying, and his voice was full of majesty, saying: "Huh! This is the only chance I have to give you charity, because you will die in shame later.
This is your last chance to perform!"
Zhuo Wen smiled, his smile full of mockery.
Then, the purple soul sword intention in his soul suddenly flew out, instantly cut through the chaotic starry sky, and rushed towards Wu Junhao's eyebrows.
Zhuo Wen still stood where he was, looking at Wu Junhao indifferently.
Originally, he planned to have a good fight with Wu Junhao to test his true strength.
It's a pity that Wu Junhao was too pretentious and actually let him take a move. Well, Zhuo Wen wouldn't be polite and directly blasted out the Divine Soul Sword Intent.
This was the first time he had used the Divine Soul Sword Intent since his Soul Transformation. Even he didn't know how powerful the Divine Soul Sword Intent was, so he simply let the arrogant Wu Junhao be a guinea pig.
Wu Junhao was aloof and looked at Zhuo Wen with almost nostrils, as if he looked down on Zhuo Wen at all.
Many foreign monks clapped their hands and cheered for Wu Junhao. They felt that Wu Junhao was so graceful and they were full of compliments.
But soon, Wu Junhao's expression changed, and his face became ferocious and twitching.
The Divine Soul Sword Intention was already close at hand. Wu Junhao felt the crisis and began to retreat quickly.
"Did you notice it? It's a pity that you're not fast enough!"
When Zhuo Wen saw the retreating Wu Junhao, the mocking arc at the corner of his mouth became more intense. With a movement of his mind, the purple soul sword intent instantly rushed into the depths of Wu Junhao's eyebrows.
The Divine Soul Offensive is inherently invisible and invisible to outsiders if it is not felt by outsiders.
But there were still some monks with very keen spiritual consciousness who sensed the aura of the Divine Soul Sword Intent. Their faces changed slightly and their expressions became serious.
"ah!"
Wu Junhao screamed in agony, his face was completely distorted, he covered his head and kept rolling, his voice was so sad, it sounded like a slaughtered pig.
Poof!
In the end, Wu Junhao spit out a mouthful of blood and twitched all over. His breath slowly dissipated, and finally he became completely motionless.
Zhuo Wen looked at Wu Junhao who had stopped moving and breathed a sigh of relief, but felt a little bitter in his heart.
He had just used the Soul Sword Intention, but his Soul had been consumed a lot, and now he had a splitting headache.
But the power of the Divine Soul Sword Intention was beyond Zhuo Wen's expectation. It was so powerful that Wu Junhao's Divine Soul was directly destroyed.
"It's better to use this Divine Soul Sword Intent sparingly in the future, it consumes too much!" Zhuo Wen smiled bitterly, secretly warning himself that he must not abuse this trick.
At this moment, the whole place fell silent.
The group of monks who were watching were all confused.
That Wu Junhao, who just now was holding his hands behind his back, kept saying that he wanted Zhuo Wen to do a move, showing the demeanor of a master.
But the next moment, Wu Junhao, who was showing off, fell to the ground and died. What kind of situation is this!
At this moment, Zhuo Wen suppressed his headache and walked to Wu Junhao's body as if nothing had happened. He kicked it rudely and said, "He died like this? Is it because he was afraid of being beaten by me and scared to death?"
The onlookers, who had returned to normal, turned petrified again after hearing Zhuo Wen's words.
Scared to death, am I mistaken? This is Wu Junhao, the most amazing half-step sky-breaking expert in Wu Tower. How could he be scared to death?
But when everyone saw Zhuo Wen stepping on Wu Junhao, the latter remained motionless. They knew that Wu Junhao had indeed fallen.
It's just that the death of this person is too strange.
However, the monk who had a sharp mind before had a serious look in his eyes.
Their eyes looked at Zhuo Wen, full of fear and awe.
They knew that if their perception just now was correct, the unknown cultivator should have used some kind of powerful soul attack method to directly destroy Wu Junhao's soul.
The expressions of Lianmeng and Du Huacan changed slightly. They were the strongest people here. The moment Zhuo Wen used the Divine Soul Sword Intent, they felt the terror of the Divine Soul Sword Intent.
But they never expected that Wu Junhao would be instantly killed. This divine attack was too terrifying.
Zhuo Wen kicked Wu Junhao's body a few more times, and then accepted Wu Junhao's spirit ring without any politeness, without blushing at all.
"Junior Sister Lianmeng! Did you come to see me specially?"
With a flick of his finger, Zhuo Wen burst out a stream of divine fire, igniting Wu Junhao's body and burning it to ashes.
Lianmeng nodded and said: "Senior brother, I do have something to ask you! But there are many people here, so it's not convenient to talk!"
Having said this, Lianmeng pointed at Du Huacan beside him and said, "Senior brother, this person is Du Huacan, the sword tyrant of Sanqing Street. He is a famous master among the half-step sky-breaking experts!"
Du Huacan, the sword tyrant, quickly stepped forward, saluted Zhuo Wen and said, "My lord, Du Huacan, I still don't know your surname!"
"I'm Zhuo Nianxue!" Zhuo Wen said with a faint smile.
"It turns out to be Fellow Daoist Zhuo. Speaking of how powerful Fellow Daoist Zhuo is, it is really unprecedented for Du. Wu Junhao is also the second weakest person in the peak, but in the hands of Fellow Daoist Zhuo, he was instantly killed with one move. It is really powerful.
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Du Huacan, the sword tyrant, gave Zhuo Wen a thumbs up, his eyes full of admiration.
Zhuo Wen naturally said a few words of humility and chatted for a while. He found that Du Huacan was quite generous, which made Zhuo Wen feel good in his heart.
"Brother Du, Senior Brother Zhuo and I still have some important things to discuss, so we won't stay any longer, so let's just say goodbye!" Lian Meng said to Du Huacan.
Du Huacan naturally had no nerve to continue chatting with Zhuo Wen and Lian Meng. He smiled slightly and silently watched Zhuo Wen and Lian Meng control the flying artifact and turn into a stream of light and go away.
The smile on Du Huacan's face gradually disappeared, and he looked solemnly as he looked at the terrifying broken walls around him.
He knew that after today, Wuming Rogue Cultivator's fame would probably be even greater.
The three weakest men in Wu Tower, one of whom was the extremely famous genius Wu Junhao, all fell into the hands of this unknown cultivator.
This is an unprecedented event. When Wu Taiji, the owner of the Wu Tower, heard the news, his lungs would explode with anger.
"Next, Tongtian Secret Realm will not be peaceful anymore!"