The two black-armored monks who were yelling at Zhuo Wen originally stopped talking as if something was choking in their throats after hearing Zhuo Wen's words.
They looked at the young demon cultivator in front of them with strange eyes.
Jian Wuque was a master of swordsmanship in the early stages of the universe, and he was quite famous in the Black City.
If a strong man from the early stage of the Universe Challenges Jian Wuque, the two black-armored monks can still believe it, but it is simply unbelievable to them that a mere piece of trash in the middle stage of the Great Tribulation of the Universe dares to brazenly say that he wants to defeat Jian Wuque.
Jian Wuque was also stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter and said: "Just you? Who do you think you are? You are not even qualified to challenge me, and you still say you want to defeat me? Why do you have it? With your rubbish cultivation level
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Jian Wuque mocked ruthlessly, but as soon as he finished speaking, he immediately felt a terrifying wind whistling towards him, appearing in front of him in the blink of an eye.
Before Jian Wuque could fully react, a crisp snapping sound suddenly came from his cheek, and then he was lifted up by a huge force, and his whole body flew backwards quickly.
Bang!
Jian Wuque hit the ground awkwardly, and he immediately jumped up, covering his red and swollen cheek with his right hand, staring at Zhuo Wen, his eyes full of anger.
"You dare to sneak attack me?"
Jian Wuque roared angrily, and his originally handsome face became swollen, making him look very embarrassed.
At the same time, Jian Wuque also became a little wary. Although Zhuo Wen's cultivation level was not high, his methods were quite strange. He didn't even react when he made a move.
Zhuo Wen sneered, it was just the initial stage of the universe, and he still needed a sneak attack.
I saw the red light in Zhuo Wen's eyes becoming more and more intense, and the billowing magic mist enveloped him like thick blood.
Boom boom boom!
Zhuo Wen rushed out again. In the demon state, his speed was faster than before. Almost as soon as Jian Wuque finished speaking, he appeared behind Jian Wuque.
Zhuo Wen's right hand was like a hook, and he pinched Jian Wuque's forehead tightly with his five fingers, and then slammed him to the ground.
At this moment, Jian Wuque had just put his right hand on the hilt of the divine sword at his waist, completely delaying Zhuo Wen.
boom!
Jian Wuque's entire face was smashed towards the ground, and his handsome face was completely embedded in the ground.
Zhuo Wen looked as usual, grabbing the back of Jian Wuque's head with the five fingers of his right hand, and without politeness, he kept lifting and knocking his forehead down.
The dull sound of impact was so clear and harsh at the gate of Black City.
The two black-armored monks who originally planned to watch the joke were dumbfounded and kept rubbing their eyes, wondering if they were hallucinating.
Yan Meng's beautiful eyes shone with horror. Although she knew that Zhuo Wen was very strong, he was at most only a little stronger than the strongest person at the peak of the Great Tribulation of the Universe.
But now, seeing Zhuo Wen easily defeating Jian Wuque in the early stage of the universe, she understood that she might still underestimate Zhuo Wen's strength.
"I want you dead!"
Jian Wuque roared angrily and suddenly pulled out the divine sword from his waist.
A magnificent and vast aura exploded from his body, and then astonishing energy came out of his body, and the void behind him transformed into a huge Dharma-like giant.
The rolling fire of Dharma swept across the sky with a force that burned the sky. Zhuo Wen snorted coldly, but let go of the right hand holding the back of Jian Wuqing's head, and quickly retreated behind him.
Jian Wuque, who was shrouded in the huge cosmic law, supported his body with both hands and slowly got up.
His eyes turned completely red, and his originally handsome face had become bruised and swollen, and was covered in blood. Coupled with the angry expression on his face, he looked particularly ferocious and terrifying at the moment.
Jian Wuque was really mad.
He is a monk who cares about appearance very much. It can be seen from his handsome face and well-maintained skin that he has high requirements for his own appearance.
Now, Zhuo Wen has made him so embarrassed and even slapped him in the face. How can he not be furious?
"Master Jian Wuque is really angry. He even sacrificed the Dharma of the universe. This is really a murderous intention!"
On the city wall, the faces of the two black-armored monks became extremely solemn. They stared at the huge statue in silence and stood up, their bodies trembling slightly.
Yan Meng also looked worried. Naturally, she was not worried about Zhuo Wen's safety, but her own safety.
After all, here, she and Zhuo Wen are accomplices. Zhuo Wen was killed by Jian Wuque, and the latter would not let her go.
The image of Jian Wuque is eighty feet high. It is the image of a swordsman wearing a wide robe and two divine swords hanging from his waist.
"You have completely angered me. I wanted to give you a decent death, but you were so complacent that you dared to attack me again and again! Such a shameless person should have experienced endless
Die in pain."xdw8
Jian Wuque's voice was hoarse, and his whole body slowly merged into the huge body of Fa Xiang. Then, as if the swordsman Fa Xiang was alive, he strode towards Zhuo Wen.
Clang!
Hearing the sound of two swords coming out of their scabbards, the swordsman Faxiang pulled out the two divine swords from his waist with both hands, then stepped in front of Zhuo Wen and slashed them out with his hands crossed.
The sword light was like lightning, the sword light soared into the sky, two sword lights crossed and crossed, slashing towards Zhuo Wen fiercely.
Zhuo Wen shook his head secretly. In his eyes, Jian Wuque's strength was really average. In the early stages of the universe, it could only be regarded as a middle-to-lower level.
Does such a guy have a good reputation in the Black City? Zhuo Wen was really surprised. Could it be that the so-called strong men in the Black City were not as powerful as he imagined.
Thinking of this, Zhuo Wen took out the Taiyou Holy Sword, then raised the hilt of the sword and slashed horizontally.
"The sky and the earth are in harmony with each other!"
The blazing sword light reaches the sky and the earth, shocking the world. Under the rolling magic mist, there is a strange red light flickering and lingering.
The sword light was extremely fast and arrived in front of the huge Dharma form in an instant.
Along with it came a billowing demonic mist as vast as the abyss, which instantly enveloped the huge Dharma image tightly.
The two sword lights intertwined together, making an earth-shattering sound, and then the colorful energy aftermath spread out in a ring in all directions, looking very terrifying.
Click!
After the loud noise, there was a crisp sound of shattering, and Jian Wuque's powerful intertwined sword light was crushed by the sword light lingering with a strange red light.
Under the blessing of the magic mist, the sword light became more and more powerful and strange, and finally sank heavily into the huge body of the law.
Jian Wuque let out a shrill and harsh roar, and watched helplessly as the body of the Dharma on the surface collapsed inch by inch under the crushing force of the strange sword light.
After the huge Dharma form body collapsed, Jian Wuque spit out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground in a panic, twitching in pain. He tried to get up several times but failed.
"Lord Jian Wuque must have won..."
When the two black-armored monks saw someone falling out of the demonic mist, twitching in a panic, they subconsciously thought it was Zhuo Wen.
However, when they finally saw the true face of the twitching figure, they were all stunned and their jaws almost dropped...