The fourth thousand one hundred and eighty-three chapters sword qi vertical and horizontal
In the distance above the huge sacred city of Hexu, there was a dark mass of troops pressing down on the territory.
In front of the astonishingly large army, Ling Xinghai and Zhu Yangchi stood side by side.
The momentum of the two people was like a rainbow, and their voices were vast. Behind them, there was a huge universe suspended in the void.
The power of rolling catastrophes continues to surge out from the world of Qiankun, like strange thunder snakes, plundering wantonly.
Two huge worlds of heaven and earth lie across the sky above Hexu Divine City. To most of the monks in the sacred city, they feel like they are choking in their throats and like a light on their backs.
The aura of the powerful man who suffered the great catastrophe of the universe is too much pressure for them.
"Disciple, is it really okay for you to deal with the two of them by yourself?"
Shan Lingyun's big moist eyes were full of worry. Although she knew that Zhuo Wen's strength was not weaker than that of the strong men in the Qiankun Tribulation, but faced with the two strong men in the late stage of the Qiankun Tribulation joining forces, he still
Somewhat worried.
"Master Zhuo! Si Kou is willing to share one person's burden for you!" Si Kou Hongfei also quickly stepped out of the queue to respectfully ask for instructions.
Zhuo Wen waved his hand, but before he spoke, Duan Zhipeng, who was standing next to him, said with a faint smile: "Don't underestimate Brother Zhuo's strength, not to mention two strong men in the late stage of the Qiankun Tribulation, even the strongest ones at the peak of the Qiankun Tribulation.
, he’s not afraid either!”
Sikou Hongfei was shocked, and then secretly shook his head, feeling that Duan Zhipeng was exaggerating.
Zhuo Wen patted Shan Lingyun's little head, then jumped out of the sacred city and landed opposite Zhu Yangchi and Ling Xinghai.
In Hexu Divine City, countless monks caused a violent uproar.
They didn't expect that Zhuo Wen actually meant what he said, and really planned to fight one against two, facing the cooperation of two powerful men in the late stage of the Qiankun Tribulation.
"Master Zhuo is too impulsive. How can he fight Zhu Yangchi and Ling Xinghai like this?"
"What can we do? Master Zhuo is a great benefactor who liberated our Hexu realm. We can't just watch him fall into the tiger's mouth!"
"Hmph! If Master Zhuo dies because of this, we will have to fight Zhu Yangchi and Ling Xinghai even if we die!"
"..."
In the divine city, countless monks put down the fear in their hearts and prepared to fight desperately against the armies of the two major clans.
The moment Zhuo Wen liberated Hexu Divine City, Zhuo Wen's reputation in their hearts reached a level as high as a god.
"Zhuo Wen, I admire you very much! Not only do you have the arrogance to talk big, but you also have the courage to seek death!" Zhu Yangchi said with an extremely cold look in his eyes.
Zhuo Wen shook his head and said, "You are wrong! I should be the one who admires you two!"
"Huh? Admire us? What do you mean?" Ling Xinghai asked with a frown.
"I admire that you have a road to heaven, but there is no way to hell!" Zhuo Wen shrugged.
Zhu Yangchi and Ling Xinghai were completely angered by Zhuo Wen's words. This boy was obviously not strong in cultivation, but he despised and angered him again and again.
Do you really think they are soft persimmons who can be manipulated at will?
"You little bastard, die!"
Zhu Yangchi was the first to be unable to hold back, and stepped across the air, his whole body igniting with an eternal and terrifying flame.
And the huge world of Qiankun behind him is even more densely covered with skyfire and mines, as well as giant volcanoes spewing magma.
Wherever Zhu Yangchi passes, matter vaporizes, space burns into nothingness, and the sound is extremely terrifying.
Ling Xinghai jumped up, drew an arc in the air, and went around behind Zhuo Wen, just blocking the middle between Zhuo Wen and the city of God.
The palm of his hand shone with a rich and extreme starlight, leaving no doubt that if his palm were to be blasted out, it would be terrifyingly powerful.
"Are you still so trusting? I have given you many opportunities, but unfortunately, you have not been able to seize them once!"
Zhuo Wen couldn't help but shook his head when he saw that Ling Xinghai only cut off his retreat and did not take action together with Zhu Yangchi.
Ling Xinghai sneered again and again, thinking that Zhuo Wen was just another big talk driven by pride.
Boom boom boom!
Zhu Yangchi was extremely fast, carrying air waves wrapped in terrifying high temperatures, and flew in front of Zhuo Wen in the blink of an eye.
He punched hard, and his fist burned with rolling fire, as if it would never go out.
Zhuo Wen looked calm, slowly raised his right hand, spread his fingers, and pinched Zhu Yangchi's powerful fist.
Then, countless monks inside and outside the divine city were shocked to find that Zhu Yangchi's fist, which could shake the world and make the gods cry, was actually pinched by Zhuo Wen lightly, and he could not move at all.
Zhu Yangchi's pupils shrank, he roared, and tried to withdraw his right fist, but found that his right fist seemed to be stuck in a quagmire and could not be withdrawn.
"Is it the late stage of the Great Tribulation of Heaven and Earth? It is indeed a bit weak!"
Zhuo Wen's expression was dull, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he said a sarcastic remark that made Zhu Yangchi almost vomit blood.
"You die!"
Zhu Yangchi felt that he had been greatly insulted, his eyes turned blood red, and his left fist and legs turned into terrifying weapons, hitting the vital parts of Zhuo Wen's body.
At the same time, Zhu Yangchi's entire body burned with extremely terrifying flames, covering Zhuo Wen's entire body.
In addition, Zhu Yangchi did not give up. In the world of Qiankun behind him, countless volcanoes erupted, and magma spewed out, condensed in the sky, and turned into a dragon transformed from magma.
The dragon has extraordinary martial prowess, its scales are clearly visible, and a pair of flaming divine wings sprout from its back.
I saw the dragon roaring, rushing out from the world of Qiankun, swooping down, opening its bloody mouth, and trying to swallow Zhuo Wen in.
Zhuo Wen sneered and did not make any move.
Zhu Yangchi laughed proudly, and his limbs were like weapons, and he began to violently attack Zhuo Wen, leaving him unable to take any action to resist the huge dragon that was about to crush him.
Zhuo Wen naturally saw Zhu Yangchi's intention and didn't say anything. He just saw the opportunity and ignored the huge magma dragon that was getting closer and closer.
"careful!"
In Hexu Divine City, everyone screamed in surprise and reminded Zhuo Wen.
"Too late!"
Zhu Yangchi laughed wantonly. The magma dragon was only one foot away from Zhuo Wen. It only took half a breath to completely penetrate Zhuo Wen's body.
Under the horrified eyes of countless people, the magma dragon roared in, and when it was finally about to penetrate Zhuo Wen's body completely, a sword light shot into the sky.
When a sword comes out, it shines brightly in the sky, and the sword energy stretches across hundreds of millions of miles.
Then, the powerful magma dragon froze in the void.
I saw the huge dragon's head that was a foot away from Zhuo Wen's back. Suddenly it tilted, and the huge dragon head was cut off, fell from the air, and finally fell to the ground.
The huge dragon body even merged into countless magma liquids, which disintegrated into countless black solidified magma in mid-air.
After the magma dragon was beheaded, everyone could see the true face of the sword light.
I saw a divine sword flashing in three colors, purple, gold and black, flying out and surrounding Zhuo Wen.