Chapter 1482

Now the holy luck of the nine golden stripes poured into his body, making Zhuo Wen's understanding of the law unprecedented.

"Ten golden stripes."

Licking his lips, Zhuo Wen's eyes focused on the four people, smoke like fire, flower fairy, yecha and ghost ghost. There are a lot of gold patterns on these four people. As long as he kills one person, he can reach ten gold patterns.

Feel the coldness in Zhuo Wen's eyes, and feel a trace of cold in their hearts. What kind of eyes is this?

These eyes have completely regarded them as prey.

Although it felt bad to be regarded as prey, the four people did not feel anger, but felt cold and fear.

"What are you afraid of? The four of us are united. This son can't be our opponent against the sky." the smoke is like fire to the flower fairy.

"What brother Ruhuo said is right. It was just the general intention to kill the son. Zhuo Wen caught him empty and was killed directly. As long as we unite and treat him carefully, we are still afraid of this son." ghost Sha sneered.

Yasha was also emboldened by the words of smoke like fire and said, "I agree with brother Ruhuo."

"Giggle, everyone has no opinion. The little woman is just a female generation. Naturally, she won't have any opinion." the flower fairy giggled and echoed.

Zhuo Wen stood quietly with indifferent eyes and said faintly, "don't you think you have a lot to say? Since you want to join hands, you can join hands to deal with me. Why grind haw like this?"

As soon as the words came out, the smoke was like fire, and the faces of the four people were stagnant. Zhuo Wen's words were arrogant enough, even arrogant.

"We'll hang those things that don't know how to live or die."

Smoke was like fire, his eyes were cold, and he said, the big golden sword in his hand was suddenly waved, and countless golden sword shadows swept out, while smoke like fire followed the golden sword shadow from the sky, and the target was directed at Zhuo Wen.

Ghost ghost, night fork and flower fairy are also unwilling to be weak. They follow behind the smoke like fire. The power of holy luck surrounds them, and the golden awn bursts.

The weapon transformed by the golden grain of the ghost ghost is a ring full of spikes. The weapon of the night fork is a trident about ten feet long, while the flower fairy is holding a golden lotus the size of a palm.

"Shameless!"

Mo Yan Wushang, Canaan and Gaza, who were fighting on the other side, saw this scene, their faces changed slightly, and they couldn't help shouting angrily.

However, helpless, although the three wanted to help Zhuo Wen, they couldn't do what they wanted and were dragged down by others.

"Do you need my help?"

The expressionless sword mu, holding the sword in his right hand, cut out horizontally, cut back several disciples of other forces from the siege, and preached to Zhuo Wen.

In the face of Zhuo Wen, Jianmu's mood is extremely complex and even guilty.

After mu chenxue was taken away by the people of burning Tianzong, he didn't show up, or in fact, he knew long ago that burning Tianzong would come to pick up mu chenxue.

But Tiandu old man stopped him, and he also considered the overall situation, so he didn't do it.

But Zhuo Wen came out. He became angry and rushed to the crown to face the saint of burning heaven.

That war caused a sensation in the whole Jiuyou realm.

Remembering Zhuo Wen's magnificent posture at the beginning, Jianmu didn't know what to do, but he felt a trace of guilt.

In terms of emotion, he is not as good as Zhuo Wen. He can feel that Zhuo Wen's love for mu chenxue is definitely beyond everyone's imagination.

Zhuo Wen glanced at Jianmu lightly, shook his head and didn't speak. Obviously, he didn't need Jianmu's help.

"Then be careful."

Jian Mu nodded, his eyes were ruthless, his right hand cut out, and the shadow of the sword was all over the sky. He continued to deal with other martial artists.

Whoosh!

At the end of the dialogue, the smoke had swept in front of Zhuo Wen, and countless sword shadows fell in front of Zhuo Wen like raindrops.

It's a sharp and unparalleled sword. It looks like it can cut off the stars. Its power is terrible and its momentum is terrible.

Boom!

Zhuo Wen punched out, and the golden vein flashed around him, like a pulse. It looked very strange.

With this punch, countless sword shadows in front of him collapsed directly.

The terrible fist remained unchanged, pursued while winning and roared towards the smoke like fire.

"Cut!"

The smoke was like fire. The golden sword was raised over his head and smashed down. It was wrapped with the force of ten thousand forces, as if it could crack the way of heaven.

Bang!

Zhuo Wen was still a fist. It was like a hard iron stone. It hit the golden sword. Immediately, it was like smoke. His right hand trembled violently and even convulsed.

Pedal pedal!

The smoke retreated dozens of steps, and his right hand trembled uncontrollably. Then he was shocked to find that the golden sword began to be covered with cracks like cobwebs.

On the contrary, Zhuo Wen's fist only appeared a white seal, which was really terrible.

Whoosh!

"Die!"

At the moment when the smoke retreated, the three figures stabbed Zhuo Wen from three different directions like a vigorous leopard.

Zhuo Wen hung in the air, his thoughts radiated out, and he always paid attention to the three people who suddenly came, and his mind improved to a very sharp point.

On the right side of the night fork, he smiled grimly, and the golden Trident poked out and stabbed Zhuo Wen under his ribs.

The ghost ghost is on the left, holding a sharp thorn ring. The golden mang rises slowly and stabs Zhuo Wen's heart.

The flower fairy was right behind Zhuo Wen. The blooming Golden Lotus opened ten pieces, and ten petals flew out, turned into ten golden concealed weapons, and swept away towards Zhuo Wen's back heart.

As soon as the three came up, they were dead hands, which made Zhuo Wen's eyes extremely cold, and even contained a trace of terrible killing opportunity.

Boom!

Zhuo Wen snorted coldly. His left and right hands were all clenched into fists. He immediately blasted out on both sides, aiming at yecha and ghost ghost.

As for the rear, Zhuo Wen is to mobilize the power of the holy body. A trace of golden vein is densely covered with the heart of Zhuo Wen, forming a tenacious golden defense.

Click!

Both the left and right fists exploded on the weapons of yecha and ghost ghost at the same time. Both the trident of yecha and the sharp thorn ring of ghost ghost were like paper paste, collapsing inch by inch and turning into countless golden light spots.

The fist power of the two fists remained unchanged. He continued to move forward and slammed them heavily.

However, yecha and guisha are extremely cunning. Zhuo Wen has a certain limit on the distance of his fists because his fists blow out to both sides at the same time.

When they found that all the weapons were broken, they went back again and again, but narrowly escaped Zhuo Wen's blow.

When Zhuo Wen threw himself into the air, the ten petals of the flower fairy behind him had come and fell in Zhuo Wen's back heart.

The flower fairy held a formula in her hand, and the lotus seat lost its petals transformed into a long golden needle.

The flower fairy pinched a long needle with her jade hand and stepped on her jade foot, followed the petals and swept behind Zhuo Wen in an instant.

As soon as the jade hand explored, the long golden needle pulled along her strength and accurately landed in Zhuo Wen's back heart.

Ding Ding!

The sound of gold and iron was heard, and ten petals fell on the back heart, which could not break the skin of the back heart at all.

Ten petals fell to the ground from behind Zhuo Wen like fallen leaves.

Ding!

The pretty face of the flower fairy changed slightly. Her delicate body had been swept to the ground. The long needle cut through the void and accurately arrived at the back of Zhuo Wen's heart.

"How is that possible?"

The long needle transformed by the lotus seat is sharp and terrible. It's no problem to wear gold and split stone.

Such a divine needle can't pierce Zhuo Wen's back heart skin. What kind of monster is this guy? Flesh terror can rival the toughest rock.

At the moment when the flower fairy was stunned, Zhuo Wen's right hand came like a PU fan and squeezed the flower fairy's jade hand in the palm of his hand.

"You... Let me go."

The pretty face of the flower fairy changed slightly. Zhuo Wen's hand was terrible. Holding her was like an iron hoop, which made her unable to break free if she wanted to break free.

"Let go of you?"

Zhuo Wen sneered and ignored the words of the flower fairy. He pinched the sword finger of his right hand and pointed directly at the center of the flower fairy's eyebrows.

The beauty of flower fairies, coupled with their seemingly insipid charm, is enough to reverse all sentient beings and charm the world.

But Zhuo Wen remained unmoved. As long as anyone wanted to threaten his life, he would never spare a tooth for a tooth.

"Don't kill me. I can swear to be your maid and serve you all my life."

The fear of death made the flower fairy no longer have any scruples. She said this shameful words. Even she showed a trace of flattery, hoping Zhuo Wen could stop.

"Not interested!"

Zhuo Wen was not moved at all. The golden awn of the sword finger flashed over and stabbed into the center of the flower fairy's eyebrow in an instant.

Pooh!

The cherry red blood flowed from the center of the flower fairy's eyebrows. The flower fairy's beautiful eyes stared at Zhuo Wen. The breath completely disappeared and died in peace.

Whoosh!

At the moment when the flower fairy fell, the seven golden stripes in her body peeled off one after another and entered the center of Zhuo Wen's eyebrows.

For a moment, Zhuo Wen's nine golden stripes burst out a frightening golden awn, as if at this moment, Zhuo Wen's eyebrows contained a small sun.

Then the ninth gold pattern began to derive the tenth gold pattern, and the trend of gold pattern has not stopped. One gold pattern was derived, and two gold patterns were produced.

At the center of Zhuo Wen's eyebrows, the twelfth golden grain was finally formed.

A terrible holy power rose into the sky, and the yellow fog over the world was broken and dispersed by this terrible holy power.

The others who were fighting stopped fighting and stared at Zhuo Wen for a long time.

The people around also saw the bodies of the killers and flower fairies. After the silence, they all took a breath.

"The flower fairy and the murderer are dead. They were killed by Zhuo Wen. It's terrible."

At this moment, Zhuo Wen is like a God coming down to earth, suspended in the air, and the twelve golden lines in the center of his eyebrows reflect each other. He looks blazing and terrible, and welcomes the look up of countless warriors in the yellow fog world.

"Is this guy going to break through?"

Qinglongzi and Yang Yi separated. Qinglongzi looked at the figure of Zhuo Wen suspended in the air.

Yang Yi looked up lazily and yawned. He looked at Zhuo Wen more. His eyes were calm. He didn't know what he was thinking.