Seven hundred and fiftieth eight chapters on the verge of death
Boom!
The dome formed by the sword light instantly crushed down, completely enveloping Fu Lao and the black oil python he was sitting on.
Muffled thunderous sounds burst out from around the dome, and the surrounding space of several hundred feet shattered into countless fragments like glass.
Gu Gu and the other two old men, outside the sword light on the dome, looked at the shattered space around them in horror, and retreated several hundred feet away before regaining their balance.
"What a terrifying mental power, what a powerful sword array! This Zhuo Wen is a fifth-grade Dzogchen arcanist!"
Looking at the hundreds of feet of space that completely collapsed under the sword light of the dome, not only the three ancient people were stunned, but also the shadowy onlookers around them were also stunned.
Although Zhuo Wen showed his fifth-grade spiritual power during the first five battles, at that time Huangfu Wuji was not worthy of Zhuo Wen's full strength, so everyone always thought that Zhuo Wen was just a fifth-grade junior arcanist.
But now, after Zhuo Wen used the third sword move of the Great Promise Sword Formation and the Heaven Collapse Style, and after the spiritual storm that went straight to the sky and swept continuously, everyone realized that Zhuo Wen's mental power was not only a fifth-grade minor, but also
It is the fifth level of Dzogchen.
And judging from the terrifying power displayed by the Heaven Collapse Style, Zhuo Wen's mental power is even more terrifying than the average fifth-grade Dzogchen Arcanist.
"With the fifth-grade Dzogchen spiritual power, this kid..."
Gelan Haohai, Cao Zhi and Feng Tian had just reacted, and then they saw the strongest Fu Lao being suppressed by Tian Beng Shi. Now his life or death is unknown.
"This son must die! Even if Fu Lao is not here, the three ancient people can still completely eliminate this son."
Gran Haohai's eyes were gloomy. After seeing Zhuo Wen displaying many methods, Gran Haohai's murderous intention towards Zhuo Wen became even more intense.
Zhuo Wen must die, otherwise there will be endless troubles. Even Gran Haohai saw the shadow of Zhuo Xiaotian in Zhuo Wen.
Although the initial exploration of Zhuo Wen's sea of consciousness did not reveal that Zhuo Wen had a dragon soul in his body, this terrifying mental talent alone was actually not weaker than Zhuo Xiaotian's back then.
This kind of genius has now formed a deadly feud, so he must not be allowed to continue to live. Otherwise, when he fully grows up, the three of them will suffer indelible disasters.
"Ancient! What are you three still doing? Kill this bastard Zhuo Wen for me, otherwise, you will all be buried with me!"
Looking at the three ancient people who were stunned in mid-air, Gran Haohai couldn't help but shouted angrily. He was in a bad mood now.
It was originally thought that the dispatch of more than 30 Nine-wheel Emperor Realm warriors and six Xuanzun Realm elders this time would be able to completely eliminate Zhuo Wen with certainty.
But the reality in front of him hit Gelan Haohai hard in the face. Not only did Zhuo Wen suddenly kill more than 30 Nine-wheel Emperor Realm warriors.
He even transformed into a dharma body with three heads and six arms, and his combat power soared to a level comparable to that of a strong man in the Xuanzun realm, and he was able to repel an ancient move.
Not only that, Zhuo Wen also showed the terrifying spiritual power of the fifth level of Dzogchen, using terrifying spiritual skills such as the Tiancoleng Style, and suppressed Fu Lao, who was the strongest this time, in one fell swoop.
This Zhuo Wen really exceeded Gran Haohai's expectations time and time again. Now Gran Haohai suddenly discovered that he had greatly underestimated the young man named Zhuo Wen in front of him.
"I was careless. After all, this is the son of Zhuo Xiaotian, the monster back then. The tiger father has no dog son!"
Gran Haohai looked at the three-headed and six-armed figure with a hint of annoyance in his eyes. After finding out that Zhuo Wen only had the soul of abandoned armor, he didn't take Zhuo Wen to heart.
Now he realizes that his initial carelessness has caused such a big disaster now.
"Zhuo Wen! Go to hell, even if you are extremely powerful and talented, so what? What if Fu Lao is not around? You will definitely die today."
Three streams of light arrived instantly, and the ancient sleeve robe at the top shook, and endless bloody vines spread out from its bloody armor, completely wrapping Zhuo Wen like a sea of countless vines.
"Crack me!"
Zhuo Wen stood tall, with three heads and six eyes, always observing the surrounding environment. The moment the ancient bloody vines swept over, Zhuo Wen moved.
Boom boom boom!
The six spears turned into six rays of cold light, and the bloody vines that tried to get close to Zhuo Wen instantly shattered into countless blood foam.
It's a pity that these countless bloody vines are so terrifying, as if they are endless. Even if they are destroyed by Zhuo Wen, they can still regenerate continuously.
Under the annihilation and regeneration of the bloody vines, Zhuo Wen was almost exhausted and could only keep waving the six spears in his hand to resist the attacks of the surrounding bloody vines.
"You two, attack from the left and right. You must not let this kid escape. You must kill him in one fell swoop!"
Looking at the exhausted Zhuo Wen, a sinister smile appeared on the corner of Gu Gu's mouth. He gave an order to the two old men beside him, waved his right hand, and an even more terrifying number of bloody vines flew out from his blood armor.
The two old men holding armored souls with one sword and one sword nodded, stepped on the soles of their feet, and turned into two streams of light, attacking from both directions on Zhuo Wen's left and right.
After all, the knives and swords in the hands of the two old men were transformed by their own armor souls. Their tenacity and power are much stronger than ordinary earth-level spiritual treasures, and they are close to heaven-level spiritual treasures.
Whizzing!
"not good!"
Feeling the sound of breaking the air coming from the left and right, Zhuo Wen flapped his ears and naturally noticed the two old men attacking from both sides, with extremely gloomy eyes.
Now he was almost exhausted in order to deal with the bloody vines around him, and his mental power also controlled the Great Infinite Sword Formation to suppress Fu Lao in the sword light. Now, he really had no time to deal with these two old men.
"Die!"
The two old men shouted at the same time, and stabbed Zhuo Wen's chest with one sword and one sword from the left and right sides respectively.
"You want me to die! It's not that easy."
Zhuo Wen screamed sharply, and his six arms exerted force at the same time to block the countless bloody vines in front of him. Two of the left and right arms waved their spears and placed them on both sides.
Bang!
The swords came in an instant and struck the spear. The sound of gold and iron clashing resounded, and countless sparks burst out.
The powerful force made Zhuo Wen groan, his mouth went numb, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
"Get out of my way!"
Zhuo Wen shouted loudly, and golden light shot out from his whole body. The strength in his body was suddenly increased a lot, and he directly blocked the two old men on the left and right.
Kick, kick, kick!
The two old men's pupils shrank, and they felt a powerful force pouring out. They involuntarily stepped back and retreated dozens of meters away.
"Zhuowen! Don't forget, there is me too!"
The moment Zhuo Wen burst out with strength and repeled the old swordsman was at his weakest moment, a shadowy figure came from the front.
"not good!"
Hearing these words, Zhuo Wen's expression changed drastically. He raised his head and saw that the ancient man wearing blood armor had arrived within five meters of him at some unknown time.
I saw the ancient five fingers clenched into a fist, countless bloody vines covering his right fist, and the surface of his fist covered with ferocious blood thorns.
"Blood punch!"
Gu Gu punched out with such terrifying force that a ring-shaped air wave appeared on the surface of his fist, slamming into Zhuo Wen's chest.
Poof!
A mouthful of blood suddenly spit out. Zhuo Wen's body was as stooped as a shrimp, his pupils were slightly convex, and then he fell downwards like a falling star.
Boom!
A huge pit of several feet was created directly on the ground below, while Zhuo Wen struggled to get up in the pit and spat out a mouthful of blood again.
The rain is still falling, and the occasional thunder breaks through the void, bringing brief light to this dark rainy night.
Under the pouring rain, Zhuo Wen struggled to get up from the pit and looked up at the three Gao and Lao people high up in the sky, panting and with drooped eyelids.
The continuous fighting had made Zhuo Wen exhausted physically and mentally, but he was holding a breath in his heart, an extremely aggrieved breath. It was this breath that made Zhuo Wen so stubborn that he did not want to fall.
"Huh? You withstood the full force of my bloody fist and still stood up!"
Gu Gu looked down at Zhuo Wen, who was struggling and swaying, in surprise, but his eyes were more of a joke.
"Zhuowen, in your current state, how can you fight us! You are at the end of your strength, so let me give you a good ride!"
Gu Gu laughed loudly and stepped on his feet. He spread his wings like a roc and swooped down. He clenched the five fingers of his right hand into a fist and used the Blood Chong Fist again. This time, he wanted to completely eliminate Zhuo Wen.
"It's over! This Zhuo Wen is finished. Under this situation, he is dead!"
On the rainy night, the crowds of people hiding in the dark looked at the swaying Zhuo Wen and the swooping down Gu Gu. Everyone knew that Zhuo Wen was in danger.
"I can not be reconciled!"
Zhuo Wen roared, and placed six spears across his chest. Blue spear intent burst out, forming six spear intent domains to guard in front of him.
"It's useless! Now that you have suffered such serious injuries, how much strength can you exert? The only thing that will greet you is death!"
The ancient moment came, and his right fist was blasted out, turning into countless blood lights. In a moment, the six fields of spear intention in front of Zhuo Wen all collapsed and turned into powder.
Poof!
Zhuo Wen stepped back continuously, with six spears stuck on the ground, and he just barely managed to stabilize his body.
Whizzing!
The moment Zhuo Wen stabilized his body, two figures came from the void and appeared on both sides of Zhuo Wen. The swords and swords flashed out, flashed two cold lights, and instantly pierced both sides of Zhuo Wen's abdomen.
The masters of swords and swords actually made a sneak attack at the moment Zhuo Wen retreated, intending to kill Zhuo Wen.
Although Zhuo Wen has practiced Nirvana on the Great Sun and his body is unparalleled in the world, the sword in the hands of the master of swords and swords is a weapon that is the embodiment of his own armor soul. It is extremely sharp and can naturally pierce Zhuo Wen's body.
Poof!
Spitting out a mouthful of blood again, Zhuo Wen felt unbearable pain all over his body. His mouth and nasal cavity had already been flooded with blood, and he felt extremely uncomfortable at this moment.
The abdomen pierced by the sword was even more painful.
thump!
Zhuo Wen knelt on the ground with one knee, his consciousness gradually blurred, and his breathing sounded like an old ox pulling a cart, extremely heavy...