The ancient and vicissitudes of the hall is filled with dust, the stone pillars are crooked, the vision is blurred, and the whole hall is in a mess.
Whoosh!
As the dust filled the air, a figure shot out from a corner of the hall. The spear in his hand shuttled through the dust. Wherever it passed, countless cyclones and strong winds flew, and the surrounding dust was swept away.
"Zhuo Wen! Just die for me. You are really powerful if you can break my Blood Demon's true body. Unfortunately, you met me, Lu Yongsheng, so you can die in peace!"
The spear passed by and dust spread out, revealing a cold and pale face. It was Lu Yongsheng who was in a sorry state. At this time, Lu Yongsheng's clothes were in tatters, his hair was disheveled, and his body was bleeding from multiple wounds.
Passing through the air, Lu Yongsheng instantly swept from one corner of the hall to the other. In that corner was a huge pit. In the pit was a slender figure struggling to get up. Looking carefully, this person turned out to be Zhuo Wen.
At this time, Zhuo Wen was even more embarrassed than Lu Yongsheng, his clothes were almost shattered, his strong upper body was exposed, and traces of blood were flowing from the hideous wounds.
Lu Yongsheng's blood demon avatar was too terrifying. Even though Zhuo Wen used the four-color fire storm move, he still couldn't stop the powerful attack of the blood demon avatar. Zhuo Wen was even injured by the energy aftermath and became so embarrassed.
.
Whoosh!
The blood gun passed through the void and reached the deep pit in an instant. The cold and bloody gun tip pointed at Zhuo Wen's eyebrows and flew away like lightning, like a very fast blood glow.
"Zhuowen, die!"
Lu Yongsheng's eyes were filled with joy and his face was filled with a crazy smile. The annoying Zhuo Wen in front of him was finally going to die in his hands. Thinking of this possibility, Lu Yongsheng unconsciously felt extremely excited.
"Lu Yongsheng! You underestimate me too much."
Seeing the blood gun coming straight at him, Zhuo Wen's eyes were cold and calm. The Niwan Palace rotated wildly, and his mental power poured out like a tide, forming a transparent defensive wall in front of him.
"Oh? It's spiritual power? I also heard from my third brother that you are still a third-grade arcanist, but do you think that third-grade spiritual power can stop me?"
Looking at the unique transparent ripples of mental power in front of Zhuo Wen, Lu Yongsheng was startled at first, and then curled up his mouth with disdain. The blood gun in his hand continued to shoot out with unabated force. In his opinion, Zhuo Wen's third grade
His mental strength was completely vulnerable to his blood gun.
boom!
When the blood gun arrived at the spiritual wall, dense circular ripples spread out, and the blood gun, which was originally so powerful, actually seemed to be sinking into a quagmire, slowing down rapidly, and finally, an inch away from Zhuo Wen's eyebrows, it was completely
It stopped.
"What? You actually blocked it? This spiritual power... is not what a third-level arcanist should have at all. Could it be that... you are already a fourth-level arcanist?"
Feeling the strong defensive power of the spiritual wall, Lu Yongsheng's eyes were stunned, as if he thought of a possibility, and looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief.
"As you can see, this is the fourth-grade Xiaocheng spiritual power."
With a faint smile, Zhuo Wen thought, and the transparent mental wall exploded suddenly, forming countless transparent hidden weapons, which suddenly shot towards Lu Yongsheng's face, and countless powerful sounds sounded continuously.
Lu Yongsheng's expression changed greatly. He retracted his right hand and drew out the blood gun. He swept it away violently. Countless blood energy burst out, directly blocking the dense spiritual hidden weapons. With the help of the counter-shock force, he directly stepped back more than ten meters away.
Staring at Zhuo Wen in front of him with gloomy eyes.
"He's actually a fourth-grade arcanist?"
At this time, Lu Yongsheng had a look of surprise and uncertainty on his face. He did not expect that Zhuo Wen had actually been promoted to a fourth-level arcanist. This was too sudden and unexpected for him.
You must know that the promotion of a third-level arcanist to a fourth-level arcanist is a process of quantitative change to qualitative change. When an arcanist reaches the fourth level, he will basically transform into the most powerful person.
The reason why fourth-level arcane masters are so much more powerful than third-level arcane masters is because of the terrifying power of fourth-level spiritual power, which is almost as powerful as the power of earth-level spiritual treasures. In other words, fourth-level arcane masters
A master's casual attack is equivalent to a warrior's desperate attack with an earth-level spiritual treasure, and its strength far exceeds that of ordinary warriors.
It is precisely the fourth-level arcanist who is extremely terrifying and perverted, so it is basically as difficult as climbing from the third-level arcanist to the fourth-level arcanist. The difficulty is hundreds of times higher than that of a warrior advancing to the Emperor Realm.
It is said that it only takes two years for some extremely talented arcanists to be promoted to the third level arcanist, but it takes more than twenty years to advance from the third level arcanist to the fourth level arcanist, or even
Some people with less talent will not be able to advance to the fourth level of arcanist in their lifetime. This shows how difficult it is to advance to the fourth level.
But what Lu Yongsheng couldn't imagine was that Zhuo Wen was only a few years old, less than twenty years old, and he was already a fourth-level arcanist. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have thought that this was a lie fabricated by some people.
, but now that he has seen it with his own eyes, he cannot tolerate disbelief.
Clang clang clang!
The sound of gold and iron clashing resounded, and Zhuo Wen slapped the Qiankun bag, countless sword lights flashed out, and a handle of brilliant sword-shaped spiritual treasures surrounded Zhuo Wen.
And Zhuo Wen, under the influence of mental power, slowly floated in the air, coldly looking down at Lu Yongsheng in front of him.
"I said that I will settle the accounts between you and me one day, and now is the day I said before."
Zhuo Wen's eyes were extremely calm, and with the support of his mental power, Zhuo Wen's hair was flying wildly, his clothes were flying wildly, and the horrific injuries on his body, under the influence of the Netherworld King's heart, slowly healed, like a demon or a god.
Looking at the majestic Zhuo Wen above, Lu Yongsheng's face became extremely gloomy. Zhuo Wen's power had exceeded his expectations.
"Damn it! How did this guy practice? He has become so strong not long ago? When he was in the Mortal Level Attic, he should have been cruel and killed this little beast directly. He wouldn't have become like this now.
So tricky.”
Cursing secretly, there was a trace of regret in Lu Yongsheng's eyes. When the Yuanqi Tower had not yet opened, Zhuo Wen was only half-step to the Emperor's Realm, and he was a three-wheel Emperor's Realm expert. At that time, Zhuo Wen faced him at all.
There is no way to fight back.
But now, the little beast in front of him not only has strength comparable to him, but the most important thing is that he is a fourth-level arcanist. Such strength and identity, outside of the Vitality Tower, are definitely worthy of being snatched up by big forces.
"I'm afraid my father has also noticed this bastard. Once this bastard is allowed to escape alive, even I won't have the chance to take action. This son will even be regarded as a key training target by his father. So I want to kill this son. This
This is the last chance, this time Zhuo Wen must be killed."
His eyes flickered, and Lu Yongsheng's face showed a murderous intent. He knew that Zhuo Wen must be killed in the Trial Mountain, otherwise the consequences would be endless.
"Zhuo Wen, you will definitely die today!"
As he spoke, Lu Yongsheng suddenly grasped the Blood Demon Bone Erosion Spear with his palm, and swiped his palm across the tip of the spear, causing blood to spurt out.
Wow!
As the blood shot out, an overwhelming amount of blood burst out from the Blood Demon Bone Erosion Gun. What was strange was that the blood was like countless blood worms, rushing towards Lu Yongsheng's body like crazy. For a moment,
During this time, Lu Yongsheng was completely enveloped in blood.
Under the infusion of blood light, Lu Yongsheng's aura surged like a rainbow penetrating the sun. Countless blood glows squirmed on the surface of his body. If one looked closely, the shape of these wriggling blood glows changed rapidly, turning into ferocious human faces.
Ouch!
Screams like ghosts crying and wolves howling, kept coming from the blood. These faces were all the ghosts of Lu Yongsheng who had killed people over the years.
The wronged souls of people are the nourishment for the Blood Demon Bone Erosion Spear. When released at this time, it can greatly increase Lu Yongsheng's power.
Roar!
Lu Yongsheng looked up to the sky and roared, his eyes were red and his face was ferocious. A blood-colored sound wave spread out like a substance, and actually cracked the entire ground.
Kick, kick, kick!
Zhuo Wen's face changed slightly, and with a thought, Wuji Jian Gang protected his body, and he stepped back dozens of steps. Looking at the bloody figure in the distance, Zhuo Wen's eyes became extremely solemn.
Under the blessing of the blood light, Lu Yongsheng's aura actually increased several times, directly from the peak of the early stage of the Three Wheels Emperor Realm to the middle stage of the Three Wheels Emperor Realm. At this time, the surrounding blood energy surrounded him and the space collapsed.
"Zhuowen! Die!"
As he said that, Lu Yongsheng stepped on the sole of his foot, and with the blessing of countless blood energy, the earth directly cracked. He was like a bloody giant, rushing straight towards Zhuo Wen. The blood gun in his hand almost merged with him, and he swung it to tear the air at will.
Mighty power.
"The sea of blood is boundless!"
Thick blood burst out from the Blood Demon Bone Erosion Spear and swept through the entire hall. It was as if the entire hall was plunged into a sea of blood. Lu Yongsheng stood at the top of the sea of blood. He slapped the blood gun with his right hand and the blood gun merged directly into it.
In the boundless sea of blood.
There were turbulent waves, a monstrous sea of blood, a roaring smell, and blood filled the air. For a moment, the main hall was almost dyed blood red.
Bang bang bang!
In the hall, cracks spread at this moment, and the entire hall showed signs of collapse.
Zhuo Wen's face became extremely solemn. He could feel the sea of blood coming straight at him, which had an extremely terrifying smell. It was the fear of death. He knew that if he was enveloped in this sea of blood, he would die or not.
"Phew! Looks like we need to fight hard."
Taking a deep breath, Zhuo Wen showed a hint of madness in his eyes. He liked this feeling of wandering between life and death, he enjoyed it, because only warriors who have experienced life and death can have the key to the road to the strong, and
Zhuo Wen likes this feeling.
The Niwan Palace was spinning crazily, Zhuo Wen's face was solemn, and he made a sudden move with his right hand. Endless spiritual power poured out and merged into the surrounding Wuji Sword Gang.
Buzz!
One hundred and eight sword-shaped spiritual treasures buzzed in unison, and the sound of clear swords echoed throughout the hall, faintly forming a special symphony.
"The third sword move of Wuji Jian Gang: Nine consecutive moves of Huitian Sword Dance!"