Whether it was the coalition forces of the four major families or the disciples of the Yuhua Sect, they were as if they were petrified, stunned in place.
Murong Dingshen, the head of the Murong family, was actually killed by one move. This is incredible.
Zhuo Wen was hanging in the air, his expression indifferent, and he slowly put away his right hand.
It was as if the blow just now was just a random act.
Bang!
The place where Murong Dingshen fell was filled with dust, and then Murong Dingshen flew out angrily and landed opposite Zhuo Wen.
At this moment, Murong Dingshen was quite embarrassed, his hair disheveled, and he stared at Zhuo Wen coldly.
"It seems that I have underestimated you. Your strength is really good! But that's it. I won't hold back this time!"
Murong Dingshen's eyes were solemn as he summoned his own virtual god.
I saw an extremely huge black shadow appearing in the void behind Murong Dingshen, standing tall like Optimus Prime.
And in Murong Dingshen's right hand, at some point, a bloody knife half the length of a human appeared.
The aura of this blood knife was extremely unusual. Zhuo Wen recognized it at a glance. This blood knife should be the same as the blood spear, a fourth-level heaven-shattering artifact.
"Murong Dingshen is going to use all his strength, this boy is going to be in danger!"
Nangong Haoqian smiled confidently, while Dongfang Yan and Bei Chenyuan also nodded in agreement.
They were very aware of Murong Dingshen's strength. The latter was stronger than the average peak virtual god transformation. But seriously, they didn't think Zhuo Wen had any chance of winning.
"Master!"
At this moment, an embarrassed figure barely landed on the deck of the divine ship.
As soon as he landed on the deck, he sat down on it, completely imageless.
After Dongfang Yan saw this person, he quickly stepped forward to help him up, and said with frightened and angry eyes: "Xiong'er, who hurt you like this?"
Bei Chenyuan and Nangong Haoqian also hurriedly stepped forward. When they saw that only Dongfang Xiong had returned, they both looked worried.
Nangong Haoqian is okay, because Nangong Wuji was seriously injured and is currently recuperating in the Nangong Family and will not come to the Ascension Sect.
However, Bei Chenyuan's daughter Bei Chenxi followed him. He also knew that after Bei Chenxi left the army, he followed Dongfang Xiong and Murong Haoyin.
Now that Dongfang Xiong was in such a mess, Bei Chenyuan began to worry about Bei Chenxi.
"Yes...it's that Zhuo Wen, that guy is a monster, too strong!"
Dongfang Xiong thought about everything that happened in the sinkhole, his heart was throbbing, and his tone of voice was trembling.
The three of them, Nangong Haoqian, looked at each other in confusion without showing too much surprise.
The moment Zhuo Wen and Murong Dingshen fought, they realized that Zhuo Wen's strength was not simple. Although Dongfang Xiong's strength was good, he was really no match for Zhuo Wen.
"Dongfang Xiong, Xi'er should be with you, right? Where is she?" Bei Chenyuan became increasingly uneasy and asked quickly.
Dongfang Xiong smiled bitterly and said: "Master Beichen, Beichen Xi was killed by Zhuo Wen! In addition, Murong Haoyin was not spared either. I was the only one who pretended to be dead in time and escaped!"
Nangong Haoqian and the other three were immediately shocked.
Especially Bei Chenyuan, his eyes turned red, and with a roar, he swept out of the divine ship and headed towards Zhuo Wen.
"Zhuowen, you deserve to die!"
The moment Bei Chenyuan plundered the divine ship, he sacrificed his virtual god.
His Void God is a huge beast covered in frost armor, appearing in the void behind him.
Bei Chenyuan also took out an ice spear and held it in his hand. This ice spear was not simple at all, it was also a heaven-shattering fourth-level artifact.
Zhuo Wen and Murong Dingshen, who were still confronting each other, naturally noticed the crazy Bei Chenyuan.
"Brother Beichen! This kid is my prey, are you planning to interfere in my affairs?"
Murong Dingshen shouted that he planned to deal with Zhuo Wen alone and did not want Bei Chenyuan to intervene.
"Murong Dingshen, this man killed Beichen Xi, the genius of the Beichen family, and Murong Haoyin of your Murong family was also killed by him. Now you are still thinking of fighting alone, I am really impressed by you!"
"Today I must kill this boy with my own hands. If you stand in my way, then you are my enemy!"
Bei Chenyuan shouted with an almost roaring voice, his speed increased instead of decreasing, passing Murong Dingshen, and the ice spear in his hand stabbed Zhuo Wen's vital part.
"What? This bastard..."
Murong Dingshen was startled at first, and then became furious. He also took the blood knife and attacked Zhuo Wen, and became locked horns with Bei Chenyuan.
Zhuo Wen's eyes were calm, and he grabbed the air with his hands. Not far away, he saw the blood spear and the half-moon musket stuck on the ground flying upside down and landed in Zhuo Wen's hands.
Clang!
I saw Zhuo Wen dancing with his hands and colliding with Murong Dingshen and Bei Chenyuan. The sound of metal clashing with gold and iron resounded throughout the world.
At this moment, Zhuo Wen's eyebrows surged with a blazing golden light.
In the golden light, there is the fire of green lotus.
"Sword slash!"
Zhuo Wen gave a soft drink, and a terrifying divine soul sword intent burst out from between his brows.
I saw two divine soul sword intentions, wrapped in green lotus flames that filled the sky, piercing the air with one sword and blasting into the eyebrows of the two people.
Bei Chenyuan and Murong Dingshen reacted very quickly. They immediately summoned their respective virtual gods to stand in front of them.
The two virtual gods did block the sword intent of the divine soul, but part of their bodies were also burned by the green lotus fire.
Zhuo Wen shook his hands, Bei Chenyuan and Murong Dingshen immediately retreated, and then Zhuo Wen used the Divine Soul Sword Intent again.
This time, he sacrificed eighteen divine soul swords at once.
Then Zhuo Wen was as powerful as a broken bamboo, carrying the Blood Spear and the Half-Moon God Fire Spear, and charged forward again.
Bei Chenyuan and Murong Dingshen looked solemnly at each other. In the moment they fought, they were actually suppressed.
How could this Zhuo Wen be so perverted?
Clang clang clang!
The three of them fought together again. Zhuo Wen was surrounded by eighteen divine soul swords, and blazing green lotus flames surged across the sky, burning the sky.
Click, click, click!
After about a few rounds, the virtual gods of Bei Chenyuan and Murong Dingshen were unable to withstand the combined offensive of the eighteen divine soul swords, and they all collapsed.
Zhuo Wen took this opportunity to wield the Blood Spear and the Half-Moon God Fire Spear, and used his most powerful magical power, the Hongmeng Weapon Jue.
I saw mysterious shadows of weapons flying out from the darkness and blasting into the bodies of Bei Chenyuan and Murong Dingshen silently.
Poof!
Bei Chenyuan and Murong Dingshen didn't notice it at all and were completely fooled.
Their whole bodies were covered with shadows of weapons, blood was flying everywhere, and their whole bodies were about to be torn apart.
"You...you actually hid such a trick?"
Bei Chenyuan and Murong Dingshen stared at Zhuo Wen. Their attention was all on the Blood Spear and the Half-Moon God Fire Spear in Zhuo Wen's hands, and they were not prepared for Zhuo Wen's Hongmeng Art.
Of course, the Hongmeng Soldier Art is extremely terrifying. Even if they are prepared, they will be hit and severely injured.