Chapter 760

Jin mang gradually gathered away, and Zhuo Wen still knelt on one knee, but now he was no longer three heads and six arms, but turned into four heads and eight arms.

The height has increased several times, reaching a height of three feet. It is like a hill. The golden surface highlights the sense of power full of terror.

"This guy... Has his form changed again?"

Back dozens of steps, the old man looked at Zhuo Wen, who turned into the image of four heads and eight arms. His pupils tightened into a needle and couldn't help taking a breath.

Originally, Zhuo Wen with three heads and six arms was difficult enough to deal with, but now the shape of Zhuo Wen has changed again and turned into the image of four heads and eight arms. Although the breath is still depressed, it is much better for example.

Shuang Lao, holding a knife and a sword, looked at Zhuo Wen who had changed again, and his face also showed an incredible color.

"Go!"

The old swordsmen looked at each other and wanted to take out the sword that had pierced Zhuo Wen's abdomen and stay away from Zhuo Wen.

"Want to go? Do you think it's possible?"

The indifferent voice suddenly rang out, and the two golden arms swept out like two spirit snakes, winding towards the old swords on both sides.

Looking at the golden arm coming straight, the old pupils of the sword and sword shrink slightly. They know that there is no way to avoid. They all blow out a punch, hoping to block the attack of the golden arm.

Click!

The crisp voice suddenly rang out, and two screams spread out. The arms of the old swords were broken directly in the color of the terrible power of the golden arms.

While fighting back the old swords, Zhuo Wen stroked them with both hands, and the two old men were immediately held in his hands and held high.

"What? The strength of Zhuo Wen has become so terrible?"

Looking at the sword shuanglao who was captured in an instant, Gu was stunned. For example, Zhuo Wen's strength was too strong. The sword shuanglao couldn't make a move in his hand.

At the moment, Zhuo Wen's eyes were very cold. If the old swords hadn't attacked him, he wouldn't have fallen into such a dead end.

Zhuo Wen knew very well that if not at the last minute, the relic suddenly changed, blocked the ancient blood punch, stimulated all the Buddhist power in the relic, forcibly raised Zhuo Wen's nirvana to a level, and reached the level of the fourth level of Dharma, Zhuo Wen would be in danger.

"Zhuo Wen! Don't kill us. We also obey orders. Spare our lives!"

Both swords and swords are always in the hands of Zhuo Wenti. The powerful force suppresses them to death, making them powerless and powerless to resist.

Zhuo Wen's nirvana broke through the fourth level of Dharma at the critical moment of life and death, incarnated the Dharma of the Ming king, and made a qualitative leap in power.

Both strength and reaction are much more terrible than the third level of extinction. Now Zhuo Wen is seriously injured and can only play a part of his strength.

But it is such a part of power that still suppresses the old swords. It can be seen how terrible the strength of Zhuo Wen, who has four heads and eight arms at the moment.

"Zhuo Wen! You let go of the sword. Shuang Lao, they are the elders of the Feng family. Dare you kill them?" the old man shouted loudly.

Hearing the speech, Zhuo Vincent's cold eyes turned slightly and immediately put them on the ancient body. A towering killing intention erupted from his eyes, just like the essence, which was very terrible.

"Do you think I dare not kill them? It's ridiculous. You joined hands to bully and kill me. Now I Zhuo Wen salted fish turned over, but I shouldn't kill you?"

With that, Zhuo Wen walked slowly towards the old with his sword in his hands, word by word: "today I Zhuo Wen swear that you Feng family, Cao family and Gran family, as long as I don't die in the future, you three families won't want peace."

Zhuo Wen is getting older and older step by step. His momentum is becoming more and more powerful, and the gas of killing and cutting is overwhelming.

The terrible gas of deforestation almost set off a powerful storm around, making the ancient pupils shrink and have to go back one step.

Zhuo Wen took a step forward, but it was an involuntary step backward, and he had withdrawn more than ten steps.

"I Zhuo Wen and your three families will never die. Either I Zhuo Wen die or your three families die! Until death."

In the last step, he suddenly stepped out, and the murderous intention filled the whole sky, almost dispersing the infinite dark clouds in the sky.

Click!

Click!

Two crisp sounds of bone cracking suddenly sounded at the moment when Zhuo Wen took the last step. The swords and swords in Zhuo Wen's hand turned over the dead fish's eyes, the strange distortion of his head tilted to one side, and completely died.

"Blood sucking method!"

Murmuring in his heart, Zhuo wendun turned to the blood sucking method. The old blood essence of the sword in xuanzun territory was continuously introduced into Zhuo Wen's body from Zhuo Wen's hands. Zhuo Wen's pale face was gradually ruddy, and the injury was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, Zhuo Wen's eyes were stained with blood red, and the killing gas on his body was more intense and terrible, rising into the sky. The resentment of the old swords and swords vaguely affected Zhuo Wen at the moment, making his eyes congested.

Zhuo Wen didn't stop the killing intention. At the moment, the anger in his chest can only be completely vented by killing and cutting. He wants to kill everyone who should be killed.

Bang bang!

The sound of two heavy objects falling to the ground slowly sounded on the quiet ground. At the moment, shuanglao Dao and Jian almost turned into a corpse and was thrown on the ground not far away by Zhuo Wen. His eyes widened and he died in peace.

The rain finally stopped, and the sound of the rain disappeared, but the surrounding was more silent. Even the sound of many martial artists' rapid breathing could be heard.

Whether it was the warrior hidden in the dark, or the three of Gran Haohai, Feng Tian and Cao Zhi, or LV Hantian and LV Nantian, they all stopped moving, as if time was still.

Their eyes were no longer on each other, but on the courtyard, on the young man with four heads and eight arms, and on the double old sword turned into a corpse.

In particular, seeing the old bodies of swords and swords still silent, everyone was silent.

Although the armor soul of the double old swords is not strong, and they are considered to be weak fighters in xuanzun territory, after all, they are the strong ones in xuanzun territory, and they have the terrible power of Yuanying.

Now, in this ordinary courtyard, in the hands of a young man in the extreme state of the nine wheel emperor, it has fallen so completely.

Two powerful xuanzunjing men, who are high above the world, died like this. No one will be too calm!

"Dead! The old swordsman is so dead?"

In the dark, many warriors licked their lips, and their voices trembled slightly. It's crazy, it's crazy.

Zhuo Wen's ability to resist the strong ones in xuanzun territory with the cultivation of nine rounds of Huangji territory is extremely great, but now he not only did it, but also directly wiped out two xuanzun territory warriors, which is beyond everyone's expectation.

"Ha ha! What nonsense! The five families, even xuanzun territory, are so vulnerable."

Watching Zhuo Wen suddenly burst up and killed both old swords, LV Hantian, who was trapped in the Hunyuan Sancai array, finally showed a relaxed smile, looked at the three people of Gran Haohai outside the array, and made a rude sarcasm.

The faces of Gran Haohai, Feng Tian and Cao Zhi were extremely gloomy. The death of both swords was also beyond their expectation.

Originally thought that Zhuo Wen would die, but unexpectedly, the strange body refining method practiced by Zhuo Wen broke through on the verge of death. His strength increased greatly and killed both old swords.

In the courtyard, the old eyes twinkled, but it was a quiet retreat. Zhuo Wen's scene of killing both old swords with one move is still fresh in his mind.

Although the old swordsman's strength is much weaker than him, it's not so simple to kill like Zhuo Wen. At least Zhuo Wen is much stronger than him in strength.

Pooh!

Zhuo Wen suddenly pulled out a knife and a sword in his abdomen. These two swords are powerful. Even if he incarnated in the form of three heads and six arms, his flesh is unparalleled in the world. This knife and a sword can pierce his flesh, which shows his sharpness.

It happened that two of Zhuo Wen's eight arms were empty handed and had no weapons. They could be used instead of long guns for the time being.

"Old Dao and Jian are dead. It's time for you to go to the funeral!"

After drawing out the sword, Zhuo Wen's strong body soon recovered the wound on his abdomen. He immediately turned around and stared at the old man, with more and more killing eyes.

The old man who had retreated had a stiff face and flashing eyes. He hummed coldly, "do you think I'm the two old losers of swords and swords? It's not so easy for me to be buried with them. I'm afraid it's you who will be buried with them at that time."

"Oh? Then why did you retreat just now? Aren't you afraid?"

Zhuo Wen walked slowly towards the old age, and the mockery and smile at the corners of his mouth became more and more strong. A towering spirit of killing and cutting came out of himself, making Zhuo Wen's clothes windless and automatic at the moment, and his hair flying in disorder, like a devil like God and majestic.

"Ridiculous! Will I be afraid?"

With a sneer and a wave of his right hand, countless bloody vines swept away from all directions towards Zhuo Wen.

Whoosh!

In the moment of using the bloody vines, the ancient did not pursue the victory, but directly fled in the other direction under the eyes of many people.

"Bullying waste, do you really think these bloody vines can help you delay time?"

Through the cracks of the bloody vines, Zhuo Wen naturally saw the old man who fled without fighting. He smiled coldly at the corners of his mouth, waved eight arms at the same time, and the power of eight artistic conception burst out, forming explosive clusters around him.

Boom, boom!

In the blink of an eye, all the terrible and ferocious blood colored vines around collapsed and turned into powder. When Zhuo Wen stepped on the soles of his feet, he turned into a streamer and swept away towards the fleeing ancient city.

"Three pairs of thunder wings open to me!"

With his hands pinching out the Yin formula, Zhuo Wen spread out three pairs of thunder wings, and the speed soared to the extreme. It was like racing out in a blink. He reached the ancient rear in an instant, and his eight arms blasted away.

"Stop it!"

Ancient also saw Zhuo Wen catching up behind him. His face changed slightly. He quickly turned around and waved his hands. Countless bloody vines swept out again, forming dense bloody vines in front of him.

"Broken!"

Zhuo Wen only drank one sentence, and his eight arms blew down at the same time. In a short time, the whole void set off a huge annular air wave, and then the ancient and countless bloody vines in front of him were annihilated into powder under this great force