"Are you Zhuo Wen who crippled Nangong Wuji? I've been looking for you in the Yuhua Gate for so long, but I still haven't found you. It turns out you're hiding in the sinkhole! It's really easy for me to find you!"
Dongfang Xiong licked his lips, his eyes were as red as bloodthirsty, his eyes were full of fighting spirit and excitement.
"Who killed Medicine Master Lu?"
Zhuo Wen looked at Dongfang Xiong and asked coldly.
Dongfang Xiong glanced at Yaoshi Lu's body and grinned: "As long as you fight me and defeat me, I will tell you who killed this mortal!"
"Then get down and die!" Zhuo Wen said calmly.
Dongfang Xiong's pupils shrank, his eyes darkened, he looked at Zhuo Wen coldly and said, "What did you say?"
"I told you to get down and die, didn't you hear me?" Zhuo Wen said impatiently.
Dongfang Xiong was silent for a moment, but then he laughed and said: "Okay, okay! You have completely angered me. I must kill you today!"
As he spoke, Dongfang Xiong kicked his feet, and his whole body surged out like a rocket, and the iron gloves on his hands emitted a dazzling and strange light.
Dongfang Xiong mobilized all the power in his body, concentrated it in his hands, and swung it out quickly. The terrifying fist wind tore through the air and distorted the space.
In the blink of an eye, Dongfang Xiong's figure appeared in front of Zhuo Wen. His fists were as fast as meteors, and the light of his fists was as blazing as stars, filling the entire space and erupting like meteors piercing the sky.
Murong Haoyin and Bei Chenxi's eyelids jumped as they both recognized Dongfang Xiong's move.
This is Dongfang Xiong’s most powerful magical power, Meteor Ten Thousand Fists.
Even if they were to face such terrifying supernatural powers, they would probably be seriously injured.
Then, they saw Zhuo Wen just stretched out his right hand and grabbed it casually from the air.
A strange purple ripple spread from the palm of his right hand.
Then, the countless fist lights that Dongfang Xiong bombarded were all annihilated and collapsed by the purple ripples at this moment.
Dongfang Xiong's pupils shrank, showing a look of disbelief.
His strongest magical power was actually taken down so easily, and looking at Zhuo Wen's appearance, it was simply an understatement, without any difficulty at all.
Is the gap between them so big?
Just when Dongfang Xiong was lost in thought, Zhuo Wen's indifferent eyes fell on Dongfang Xiong.
I saw Zhuo Wen's right palm changing its posture and landing lightly on Dongfang Xiong's chest.
Poof!
Dongfang Xiong's chest suddenly sunk in, and the former spit out a mouthful of blood, flew out, and hit the ground. On the ground, he escaped a long distance, and finally hit a rock wall.
, barely stopped his body shape.
"What? Dongfang Xiong actually lost? This is too fast!"
Murong Haoyin and Bei Chenxi were stunned after learning that Nangong Wuji was destroyed by Zhuo Wen.
They know that Zhuo Wen is stronger than them, but they just think that Zhuo Wen is only a little stronger than them, and it does not mean that he has an overwhelming advantage over them.
But now, they finally know how big the gap between them and Zhuo Wen is.
He severely damaged Dongfang Xiong with one move. This kind of ability may have surpassed the strength of the mid-stage Void God Transformation and above.
"Now, you are defeated! Tell me, who killed Pharmacist Lu?"
Zhuo Wen walked up to Dongfang Xiong, lifted him up, and asked calmly.
Dongfang Xiong smiled miserably, he was really defeated miserably, he couldn't even catch anyone's moves.
"Bei Chenxi killed him, and that Lu Miaozhen was also in Bei Chenxi's hands!"
Dongfang Xiong reluctantly pointed to the location of Bei Chenxi.
"asshole!"
Bei Chenxi's expression changed drastically, and without even thinking, she spread out her body skills and began to escape quickly.
Zhuo Wen snorted coldly and threw Dongfang Xiong aside casually. His feet were like lightning, stepping on the void, and he caught up with Bei Chenxi in the blink of an eye.
His body skills and magical powers are integrated with many other body skills and combine the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought. They are not comparable to those of a virtual god monk.
Zhuo Wen punched out, and it instantly landed on Bei Chenxi's shoulder.
Bei Chenxi screamed and flew out upside down.
But she was very smart. The moment she flew upside down, she suddenly threw Lu Miaozhen in her hand in the opposite direction to create a chance to escape.
Zhuo Wen sneered, he pointed the sword finger of his right hand between his eyebrows, and used a divine soul sword intent to slash at Bei Chenxi, then he chased after Lu Miaozhen.
After he caught Lu Miaozhen, the soul sword intent also completely rushed into Bei Chenxi's soul, completely annihilating her soul.
Since Zhuo Wen practiced "Ancient Sword Visualization", the power of his soul has increased very quickly. Now his soul has reached the peak of the fourth transformation of the sky, which is not what a monk like Bei Chenxi in the middle stage of the virtual god transformation can do.
Comparable.
"Is this guy... a monster?"
Murong Haoyin's face was filled with fear. He yelled and started to run away towards the Yuhuamen Mountain Gate.
He knew that there was the main battlefield of the coalition forces of the four major families, and the four masters were also there.
As long as he escapes there, he will be saved.
It's a pity that Zhuo Wen doesn't intend to give him this opportunity.
He launched three divine soul sword intents and flew away through the air. With the terrifying sword intent, he tore apart the space and instantly sank into Murong Haoyin's body.
After Murong Haoyin only let out a shrill scream, he fell to the ground and lost all breath.
His soul was completely destroyed by the sword intent of the soul, and he could no longer die.
"This guy... is too scary. I just have to pretend to be dead!"
When Dongfang Xiong saw Zhuo Wen's methods, he was so frightened that he immediately lay down on the ground and pretended to be dead. He was sweating all over his body and his body was shaking unconsciously.
He considers himself a fighting maniac and likes to challenge the strong.
But that doesn't mean he likes to die.
Zhuo Wen is not just a little bit stronger than him, but much stronger.
Faced with such a strong man who has no chance of winning, Dongfang Xiong, no matter how aggressive he is, must lie down and not dare to make mistakes.
"Brother Zhuo, how is my grandfather...how is he? Please save him!"
Lu Miaozhen had already burst into tears. She didn't even notice that Zhuo Wen killed Bei Chenxi and Murong Haoyin with a flip of his hand. He was immersed in sadness.
Zhuo Wen sighed softly and walked to Yaoshi Lu's body with Lu Miaozhen in his arms.
"Miaozhen, I'm sorry, I couldn't save your grandfather!"
Zhuo Wen silently watched Lu Miaozhen crying on Yaoshi Lu's body, but anger rose in his heart.
Although he did not understand what happened at the Yuhua Gate, but since Murong Haoyin, Bei Chenxi, Dongfang Xiong and others all appeared here, I am afraid that the coalition of the four major families mentioned by the black-robed old man Zu Zeyang had arrived at the Yuhua Gate in advance.
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Moreover, his spiritual mind also saw that near the Yuhuamen Mountain Gate, the shouts of killing were loud, and countless monks were fighting continuously, with blood raining everywhere.
He saw the monk armies of the four major aristocratic families, and also saw the monk army of the Yuhua Sect.
Moreover, the situation of the monk army of Yu Hua Sect has reached a precarious situation and may be destroyed at any time.
Lu Miaozhen stopped crying, she put Lu Yaoshi's body into the spiritual ring, took Zhuo Wen's hand, and walked towards the secret passage in the sinkhole.
"Brother Zhuo, the Yuhua Sect has reached a moment of life and death. I'm afraid that after today, the Yuhua Sect may be removed from Jizhou Mu! We are the hope of the Yuhua Sect and we must not die here! We must escape and wait for a comeback in the future.
It will definitely make the four aristocratic families restless."
Lu Miaozhen's eyes were firm. Although Lu Yaoshi's death was a big blow to her, her mind was extremely firm.
She knew that she would not have to worry about having no firewood to burn the green hills. As long as she and Zhuo Wen were still alive, there would still be hope for the Yuhua Sect.