Chapter 758

Boom!

The dome formed by the sword light rolled down in an instant, completely enveloping Fu Lao and the black oil Python he sat down.

The thunder like sound swept out from around the dome, and the surrounding space hundreds of feet was like glass, all of which collapsed into countless fragments.

The old man and the other two elders, outside the dome sword light, looked at the surrounding cracked space in horror, retreated and retreated hundreds of feet away to stabilize their body shape.

"What a terrible mental power, what a powerful sword array! Zhuo Wen is an arcane master with five grades!"

Looking at the hundreds of feet of space that completely collapsed under the light of the dome sword, not only the old three people were stunned, but also the surrounding onlookers were stunned.

Although Zhuo Wen showed his spiritual power in the first five wars, Huangfu inorganic was not worth Zhuo Wen's effort at that time, so people always thought that Zhuo Wen was just a Wupin little arcane master.

But now, after Zhuo Wen's use of the third sword move of the great limitless sword array, the sky collapse, and the spiritual storm sweeping through the sky, everyone realizes that Zhuo Wen's spiritual power is not only a small success of five grades, but a great success of five grades.

Moreover, judging from the terrible power revealed by the tianbeng style, Zhuo Wen's spiritual power is even more terrible than the general Wupin dayuanman arcane master.

"Five grades of great spiritual power, this boy..."

Gran Haohai, Cao Zhi and Feng Tian just reacted. Then they saw the strongest old man and were suppressed by the tianbeng style. Now life and death are unknown.

"This son must die! Even if Fu Lao is gone, he can still be completely wiped out by virtue of the ancient three."

Gran Haohai's eyes are gloomy. After seeing Zhuo Wenzhan show many means, Gran Haohai's intention to kill Zhuo Wen is more and more surging.

Zhuo Wen must die, or there will be endless trouble. Even Gran Haohai saw the shadow of Zhuo Xiaotian in Zhuo Wen.

Although the original exploration of Zhuo Wen's knowledge of the sea did not find that Zhuo Wen had a dragon soul, this terrible spiritual talent alone is actually no weaker than Zhuo Xiaotian.

This kind of genius is now dead, so we must not let him continue to live. Otherwise, when he completely grows up, all three of them will bear an indelible disaster.

"Ancient! What are you three still doing? Kill Zhuo Wen for me, or you will all be buried with me!"

Looking at the old three people who were stunned in mid air, Gran Haohai couldn't help shouting angrily. Now he's in a bad mood.

It was originally thought that the dispatch of more than 30 nine rounds of Huangji martial arts and six xuanzun elders could completely wipe out Zhuo Wen.

But the reality in front of him was that he severely hit Gran Haohai in the face. Zhuo Wen not only violently killed more than 30 nine wheel Huangji martial artists.

Even incarnate into a Dharma body with three heads and six arms, and the combat power soared to a level comparable to the strong ones in xuanzun territory, repelling the ancient move.

Not only that, Zhuo Wen showed his five-level and full terrorist spirit, and used the terrible spiritual secret skills such as tianbeng style to suppress the strongest Fulao town in one fell swoop.

This Zhuo Wen was really beyond Gran Haohai's expectation again and again. Now Gran Haohai suddenly found that he greatly underestimated the young man named Zhuo Wen in front of him.

"I was careless. After all, this is the son of the evil Zhuo Xiaotian. The tiger father has no dog son!"

Gran Haohai looked at the figure with three heads and six arms, and there was a trace of annoyance in his eyes. After checking that Zhuo Wen only had the waste armor soul, he didn't take Zhuo Wen to heart.

Now he found that his carelessness had led to such a disaster.

"Zhuo Wen! Go to hell. Even if you have great strength, what about the gifted demons? Even if Fu Lao is gone? You will die today."

The three streamers came in an instant. The ancient sleeve robe in the first place shook, and endless bloody vines spread out from its bloody armor, like a sea of countless vines, completely wrapped Zhuo Wen.

"Crack it!"

Zhuo Wen stood with three heads and six eyes, observing the surrounding environment all the time. At the moment when the ancient bloody vines came, Zhuo Wen moved.

Boom, boom!

Six long guns turned into six cold awns. The bloody vines that wanted to get close to Zhuo Wen were instantly crushed into countless blood foam.

Unfortunately, these countless bloody vines are so terrible that they seem endless. Even if they are destroyed by Zhuo Wen, they can still regenerate continuously.

Under the annihilated and regenerated bloody vines, Zhuo Wen was almost exhausted and could only keep waving his six long guns to resist the attacks of the surrounding bloody vines.

"You two, one left and one right, can't let this son escape. You must kill him at one stroke!"

Looking at the tired Zhuo Wen, the old corners of his mouth showed a cruel smile. He gave an order to the two old men around him. With a swing of his right hand, a more terrible number of blood colored vines were swept out of his blood armor.

Two old men with a sword and a sword nodded, stepped on the soles of their feet, turned into two streamers, and attacked from the left and right directions of Zhuo Wen.

After all, the swords and swords in the hands of the two elders were transformed by their own armor soul. Their tenacity and power are much stronger than ordinary earth level Lingbao, which is close to the existence of heaven level Lingbao.

Whoosh!

"No!"

Feeling the sound of breaking the air from the left and right sides, Zhuo Wen's ears fanned. Naturally, he noticed the two old men from both sides, with extremely gloomy eyes.

Now he is almost exhausted to deal with the bloody vines around him, and his mental power also controls the great limitless sword array and suppresses the blessing old man in the sword light. Now he really doesn't have time to deal with the two old men.

"Die!"

The two old men whispered at the same time, stabbed Zhuo Wen in the chest with a knife and a sword from the left and right sides of Zhuo Wen.

"I want to die! It's not that easy."

Zhuo Wen roared, and his six arms exerted their strength at the same time to block away countless bloody vines in front of him, of which the left and right arms waved their long guns and crossed both sides.

Bang!

A knife and a sword came in an instant and blew on the long gun. The sound of gold and iron rang through and burst out countless sparks.

With his powerful power, Zhuo Wen gave a dull hum, and the tiger's mouth became numb, and a trace of blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

"Get out of here!"

Zhuo Wen gave a loud cry, and the golden awn swept out of his body. His strength increased a lot, directly blocking the left and right elders.

Pedal pedal!

The pupils of the two old men shrunk, and they only felt a strong force gushing out. Unexpectedly, they retreated involuntarily and withdrew tens of meters away.

"Zhuo Wen! Don't forget me!"

Zhuo Wen broke out his strength and beat back the old swords. It was the weakest moment. A shadow came from the front.

"No!"

Hearing this, Zhuo Wen's face changed greatly and raised his head. Sure enough, he saw the old man wearing a blood armor. I don't know when he had reached within five meters of him.

I saw the ancient five fingers clenched into a fist, countless bloody vines covered his right fist, and the surface of his fist was covered with ferocious blood thorns.

"Blood punch!"

The old man suddenly punched out his terrible power, and even showed a ring of air waves on the surface of his fist, which suddenly hit Zhuo Wen's chest.

Pooh!

A mouthful of blood suddenly vomited out. Zhuo Wen's body was bent like a shrimp, his pupils were slightly convex, and then fell down like a falling star.

Boom!

Directly on the ground below, Zhuo Wen smashed out a huge pit, while Zhuo Wen struggled to get up and spit out a mouthful of blood again.

The rain is still falling, and the occasional thunder that cuts through the void brings a dark rainy night and a short light.

Under the pattering rain, Zhuo Wen struggled to get up from the pit and looked up at the three tall men above, panting and drooping eyelids.

The continuous fighting has made Zhuo Wen physically and mentally tired, but he held a breath in his heart. It was this breath that made Zhuo Wen stubborn and didn't want to fall.

"Eh? I can stand up even if I take my bloody punch!"

The old man looked at the bottom in surprise and struggled. The shaky Zhuo Wen looked quite surprised, but more joked.

"Zhuo Wen, in your current state, what can you do to fight us? You are at the end of a powerful crossbow. Let me give you a good ride!"

The old man laughed and stepped on the soles of his feet. The whole man was like a roc spreading his wings, diving down, pinching his five fingers into a fist, and even used the blood punch again. This time, he wanted to completely solve Zhuo Wen.

"It's over! Zhuo Wen is over. In this case, he's dead!"

Around the rainy night, the people who were hiding in the dark looked at the staggering Zhuo Wen and the ancient man who was diving down like a bamboo. Everyone knew that Zhuo Wen was bad.

"I'm not willing!"

Zhuo Wen roared, six long guns were horizontal in front of his chest, and the blue gun idea burst out, forming six gun idea fields to guard in front of him.

"It's no use! Now that you are so seriously injured, how much strength can you play? The only thing to greet you is death!"

The ancient moment came, and the right fist blew out and turned into countless blood Mans. At that time, all the six guns in front of Zhuo Wen collapsed and turned into powder.

Pooh!

Zhuo Wen retreated again and again, and six long guns were inserted into the ground. Only then did he barely stabilize his body.

Whoosh!

At the moment when Zhuo Wen stabilized his body, two figures came from the void and appeared on both sides of Zhuo Wen. The sword light and shadow swept out, flashed two cold awns and stabbed into both sides of Zhuo Wen's abdomen.

Both swords and swords are old. Unexpectedly, at the moment when Zhuo Wen retreated, he made a sneak attack and wanted to attack and kill Zhuo Wen.

Although Zhuo Wen's flesh body is unparalleled in the world when he practices nirvana, the sword in the hands of the old swordsmen is a concrete weapon of his own armor soul. It is extremely sharp and can naturally pierce Zhuo Wen's flesh body.

Pooh!

Spit out a mouthful of blood again. Zhuo Wen only feels unbearable pain all over his body. His mouth and nose have already been submerged by blood. At the moment, he feels particularly uncomfortable.

The abdomen pierced by the sword is even more painful.

Plop!

Zhuo Wen knelt on one knee on the ground, his consciousness gradually blurred, and his breathing sound was like an old cow pulling a cart, extremely heavy