The sword energy was very dense, and all of it fell on Zhuo Wen. However, it was all blocked by the purple suit, and countless purple sparks flew out.
And Zhuo Wen stepped in the void, and like a demon, he rushed out of countless sword energies and grabbed the white-haired young man.
"court death!"
The white-haired young man sneered again and again, thrust out the long sword in his right hand, and aimed at Zhuo Wen's eyebrows.
With this sword, he was confident that it would be enough to completely kill Zhuo Wen.
But soon, he discovered that what he stabbed was actually a phantom.
"not good!"
The moment he stabbed the phantom, he immediately realized something was wrong, and saw a terrifying sound of breaking through the air on the back of his head.
He just moved his head sideways, and a purple palm appeared on his shoulder.
Poof!
His shoulder was directly beaten into countless blood mist, dripping with blood, and he screamed miserably.
What frightened the white-haired young man even more was that a mysterious and powerful force poured into his body, destroying everything in his body wantonly, making his movements slightly sluggish.
"What kind of power is this? Why is it so weird?"
The white-haired young man was puzzled and a little dazed.
And when he was in a daze, Zhuo Wen's fist came again, hitting him directly between the eyebrows, destroying his soul and destroying his body.
Zhuo Wen is now much stronger than before. It is too easy to kill the first and second weak monks instantly. It only takes one or two moves to directly destroy the first and second weak monks' bodies and souls without any damage.
Possibility of survival.
However, the third-decline monk is much more difficult to deal with. Even if Zhuo Wen's cultivation level increases greatly, he still needs to kill many times to completely kill the third-decline monk, destroying both his body and soul.
"You bastard, you are looking for death!"
When the gray-haired old man saw that the white-haired young man was actually killed instantly, he roared angrily and moved decisively towards Zhuo Wen.
Zhuo Wen punched the gray-haired old man, groaned, and couldn't help but retreat.
It is indeed a bit reluctant to rely solely on the human race to deal with the third weakest person.
The main reason why he was able to kill the third weakest man in all directions was that after the original body and the clone merged, his strength increased to a terrifying level, and he could do it easily.
Now, he is only acting as a human being, so his strength is naturally weaker, and it is still a bit reluctant to deal with the third weakest person.
However, Zhuo Wen is very fast, which is a huge benefit that Hongmeng Jue brings to him.
The moment Zhuo Wen stepped back, his whole body turned into a purple shadow, bypassing the gray-haired old man and rushing towards another monk.
This monk is a middle-aged man with large nostrils and a tall build, like an ancient giant beast.
His cultivation level is stronger than that of the white-haired young man, and he is in the second stage of decline.
When the middle-aged man saw Zhuo Wen actually pounce on him, his heart froze and he immediately chose to retreat without even fighting, and he retreated very quickly.
The scene where the young man in white was easily killed was still vivid in his mind.
Although he is stronger than the young man in white, his strength is very limited.
Zhuo Wen could kill the young man in white instantly, so naturally he could kill him instantly, but he didn't dare to confront Zhuo Wen head-on.
It's a pity that the ideal is plump, but the reality is very skinny.
So what if the middle-aged man retreats faster? His movement speed is far from Zhuo Wen's opponent.
After a while, Zhuo Wen caught up with him and punched the middle-aged man deep in the forehead, intending to kill him with one punch.
The middle-aged man began to panic and put his hands in front of him in panic, but was directly punched by Zhuo Wen into a bloody mist.
Moreover, the broken divine power invaded the middle-aged man's body mercilessly, causing the middle-aged man to scream in agony, becoming even more terrified in his heart, and completely losing his will to fight.
What happened next was too simple. The middle-aged man lost his will to fight and could not show his strength at all. Zhuo Wen easily killed the middle-aged man with a few punches.
When the middle-aged man exploded into a cloud of blood mist, and Zhuo Wen was bathed in the blood rain, the square fell completely silent.
Five Half-Step Heaven-Breaking Realm monks surrounded Zhuo Wen. Three of them were killed on the spot, while the other one was seriously injured. Now only a gray-haired old man is left.
At this moment, Duan Chengyao, who was standing outside the realm, couldn't sit still. There were only six Half-Step Heaven-breaking Realm monks in their Danzhen Immortal City, and now three of them died, half of them were lost directly. This loss was too serious.
Bar.
Duan Chengyao did not expect that things would develop to this point. He thought that the three gray-haired old men could easily capture Zhuo Wen, but he did not expect that not only did they fail to capture it, but they also lost two of the second weakest men.
This is really like losing your wife and losing your troops!
"Mr. Hong! What are you still doing? Kill this kid quickly!"
Duan Chengyao was furious and his tone became very cold.
At the same time, Duan Chengyao raised formation flags one after another and began to set up a half-step sky-breaking killing formation in the realm. He wanted to annihilate Zhuo Wen directly to vent his hatred.
He didn't even consider capturing Zhuo Wen alive and making him his slave. He had lost his mind and just wanted to kill Zhuo Wen directly.
The gray-haired old man was also full of anger. He roared repeatedly, and the murderous intent in his eyes was as real as it was. He suddenly rushed out, and the aura of the early stage of the third decline was fully revealed, which was very extraordinary and terrifying.
Zhuo Wen stood there, and he noticed the terrifying murderous intention coming from the coming realm. He knew that Cheng Yao was going to set up a killing array.
If he continues to delay, it will only be very detrimental to him, and a quick decision must be made.
"I don't want to play with you anymore, I will kill you directly!"
After Zhuo Wen said this calmly, he immediately summoned a clone from the big world.
I saw a clone dressed in black, stepping out of the void from behind, and suddenly penetrated into the body of the original deity, and the two merged into one.
boom!
Suddenly, Zhuo Wen's aura surged to a terrifying level, and the air around him set off a terrifying storm vortex, which seemed to be able to tear everything apart.
At this moment, the gray-haired old man had arrived not far from Zhuo Wen, his fists surging with terrifying strangulation energy, as if he could strangle all living things.
"You're dead, little bastard!" The murderous intent in the gray-haired old man's eyes was terrifying, as if it were real, and he punched Zhuo Wen between his eyebrows.
Zhuo Wen took a deep breath and also punched out.
With his punch, purple light lingered, but his body was crystal clear.
The human being and his clone are blended together, and his strength is multiplied by hundreds or even thousands, which is really terrifying.
Click!
The two fists collided, and the gray-haired old man's gloves were torn apart, and his right fist and even his right hand exploded into a ball of blood mist.
Poof!
The gray-haired old man couldn't believe it. He spit out a mouthful of blood and stared at Zhuo Wen in front of him with his eyes wide open.
He couldn't believe it, and found it unbelievable that Zhuo Wen's strength suddenly soared so horribly.
When Zhuo Wen was fighting with him just now, he was at a disadvantage. Now he punched his right hand to pieces and tore it into countless blood mist. This was really terrifying.
However, the gray-haired old man did not have much time to think, because Zhuo Wen had already appeared in front of him, and punched him again, directly towards his face...