Chapter 1902
"You are not an ordinary magic power at all, nor can you be a real magic power. Is it a virtual heaven level magic power?"
The leading blood robed man stared at Zhuo Wen in front of him. He had seen both magic and true magic.
However, the breath revealed by Zhuo Wen's "destroy Dao sword" is really terrible, which makes him feel palpitation. I'm afraid only Xu Tian level magical power can give him this feeling of palpitation.
Zhuo Wen didn't bother to pay attention to the leader of the blood robe. He kicked his right foot, and the circular ripples spread under his feet, as if stepping on the water, forming countless ripples.
Seeing Zhuo Wen's fierce sweep, the leader of the blood robe had a dark look. He saw his hands crossed. Then the dagger held in his palm stabbed under the armpits between the left and right, but he cut off his hands directly.
Bang bang!
The leader of the blood robe cut off his hands, his eyes showed a firm color, and his mouth was talking about the cumbersome formula. The cut off hands suddenly burst into a blood mist.
The blood mist kept creeping, and then condensed a huge blood knife with ten feet. The blood knife was covered with a dense blood colored head.
"These heads are all gods I have assassinated. Today I'll show you the power of these 10000 knives."
The leading blood robe man's mouth was full of a ferocious smile. He saw his right foot sweeping upward and suddenly lifted it at the handle of the ten thousand knives. The ten thousand knives came out with a fierce roar. Where they passed, the wind was violent and the space shook.
This is his desperate blow. If this blow can't kill Zhuo Wen, the leader of the blood robe will immediately detonate himself and completely kill Zhuo Wen with self exploding energy.
Zhuo Wen's eyes were cold. He first looked at the leading blood robed man and saw the death will in the latter's eyes. He knew that if the ten thousand knives could not kill him, the leading blood robed man would explode immediately.
"Don't let him explode!"
Zhuo Wen made up his mind and pointed his right hand at the thorn again. In a spiral way, he wanted to bind the ten thousand knives.
Unfortunately, the sword stabbing thorns did not have any suppression effect on Wantou Dao. I saw that all the thorns that spread were destroyed and scattered by Wantou Dao.
Seeing the momentum of ten thousand swords, the leader in the blood robe breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that the sword stabbing thorns was the strongest move of Zhuo Wen. Even this move could not stop ten thousand swords. This son should have no other means to stop ten thousand swords.
Zhuo Wen kept retreating, and if he looked carefully, Zhuo Wen did not retreat back, but retreated towards the side close to the leader of the blood robe.
The leader of the blood robe also noticed Zhuo Wen's action. The corners of his mouth were full of sneers. When he kicked his right foot, he immediately fell on Wantou Dao. He said coldly: "do you think I don't know your little trick?"
However, just after the leader of the blood robe said this, Zhuo Wen showed a mocking smile. Zhuo Wen said faintly, "you really don't know my little trick, otherwise you won't throw yourself into the net."
With that, Zhuo Wen slowly drew out his right finger, and the sword on his fingertip was several feet long at this moment.
"The sword light of the second type of destructive swordsmanship is beginning to appear!"
At the moment when Zhuo Wen's fingertips moved, the sword awn with a length of several feet condensed into subtle light spots, which broke away from Zhuo Wen's fingertips, then burst out, and directly ejected into the eyebrows of the leader of the blood robe.
Pooh!
The leader in the blood robe didn't even react. There was a blood hole in the center of his eyebrows. Then his vitality was completely cut off, his spirit was broken, and the ten thousand knives collapsed directly.
After the sword light passed through the leading blood robed man, it began to expand and burst out a blazing white awn. The explosion group formed by the self explosion of the blood robed man was directly covered by the white awn and then annihilated.
"Brother Yang, you see, the battle above seems to have changed. What is this white awn? The energy contained in it is terrible." not far from the battlefield, Bi Shuang suddenly pointed to the white awn burst out by the explosion group above.
Yang Tong shook his head and said, "I don't know. It should be the powerful move used by the blood Temple killer. Zhuo Wen will die. Let's go quickly. Elder martial sister Jinghai should be here soon. If she knows that we are involved with the blood Temple killer, I'm afraid she will be scolded."
Bi Shuang nodded, and immediately they supported him. He was hanging in the air and flying slowly towards the distance.
However, they didn't fly long. The explosion group behind them was completely submerged by Bai Mang, and then a figure gradually came out of Bai mang.
If they feel it, they turn around and look at the figure walking out behind them with trembling and prominent eyes.
"It's Zhuo Wen. Did this guy kill all the nine blood Temple killers? Let's go..."
Yang Tong couldn't help shouting. Even if he ran away in a hurry, Bi Shuang didn't have to say. At the moment he saw Zhuo Wen, he just ran away.
Unfortunately, in Zhuo Wen's view, the speed of the two people was simply turtle speed. Soon Zhuo Wen caught up with them and slapped them on the ground again.
"Who is the killer who just chased me?" Zhuo Wen looked at Yang Tong coldly.
Yang Tong trembled and said honestly, "they are the killers of the blood temple. They chase you, but it has nothing to do with us. Our Dantian has been destroyed by you. What else do you want?"
Zhuo Wen smiled coldly. His right sword finger derived a white light and said, "do you still want to lie? Since it doesn't matter if you don't say it, kill you and I'll ask others."
"Don't kill me. It has nothing to do with me. Yang Tong used the blood killing order. I didn't agree with it before. Brother Zhuo, have something to say."
Seeing Zhuo Wen's murderous face, Bi Shuang immediately betrayed Yang Tong. He didn't want to die here with Yang Tong.
"Bi Shuang, you..."
Yang Tong's face changed greatly. Just when he wanted to reply, Zhuo Wen slapped him, directly slapped his mouth and said coldly, "nonsense, kill you directly."
Yang Tong immediately covered his mouth and dared not talk nonsense.
"What is the blood killing order?" Zhuo Wen realized that it was the blood killing order in Bi Shuang's mouth that plundered into his body.
Seeing Zhuo Wen asking, Bi Shuang immediately began to tell the efficacy and origin of the blood killing order. After listening to it, Zhuo Wen's face gradually became gloomy.
He didn't expect that this blood killing order was a hunting token issued by the blood temple. Once the name of the hunted person was engraved in the blood killing order, the blood temple would die at all costs.
In other words, Zhuo Wen has killed ten blood robed people now, and the blood temple will not stop until he kills Zhuo Wen. Later, he will send killers to chase Zhuo Wen again.
When he is planted with a blood killing order, he will also face the endless pursuit of the blood temple.
"Brother Zhuo..."
Yang Tong's face changed slightly. When he was about to say something, Zhuo Wen's right sword finger fell into the center of Yang Tong's eyebrows, directly destroying Yang Tong's spirit and cutting off his vitality.
Looking at the completely fallen Yang Tong, Bi Shuang's eyes were full of fear. He stared at Zhuo Wen in front of him in fear, his heart pounded, and he regretted that he had dealt with Zhuo Wen with Yang Tong.
"Why is Zhuo Wen so terrible? If I had known so, I wouldn't be against it when I die." Bi Shuang secretly complained in his heart.
"Hand over everything you have!" Zhuo Wen looked at BI Shuang coldly.
Bi Shuang trembled and dared not neglect anything. He immediately handed over all his things, even his God level axe.
After Zhuo Wen collected Bi Shuang's things at will, he bent over and collected Yang Tong's ring. Then he checked Fan Yang Tong's ring at will and found many divine stones in it.
The function of the divine stone is similar to that of the original immortal crystal, which is used for cultivation, but the immortal crystal is used for the cultivation of immortal saints and martial arts, and the divine stone is used for the cultivation of divine martial arts.
However, Zhuo Wen is not interested in these sacred stones. He knows that he doesn't have much time, and he can't take these things out.
Take out Bi Shuang's divine sword. Zhuo Wen weighs it gently and nods slightly. The divine sword is quite handy.
His practice of destroying Dao sword originally needed a sword to exert its real power, but he just realized it. It wasn't long before he had time to forge his own divine sword. In this case, he had to use the sword finger instead of the divine sword.
Although Yang Tong's divine sword doesn't fit Zhuo Wen, the divine sword is always much better than the sword finger. At least it can give play to most of the power of "destroy Dao sword".
Whoosh!
After Zhuo Wen put away Yang Tong's and Bi Shuang's things, a sound broke through the air. Then Zhuo Wen found that it was not the killer of the blood Temple who robbed this time, but the gentle woman Jinghai of the jiuxiao Temple who met in the Sutra Pavilion before.
Jinghai fell not far from Zhuo Wen. She first looked at Zhuo Wen and frowned slightly, but soon her face changed slightly and found the body of Yang Tong lying at the foot of Zhuo Wen.
"Yang Tong? Did you kill Yang Tong?"
Jinghai was stunned for a moment, and immediately meimou stared at Zhuo Wen.
Zhuo Wenxin played with his magic sword and said indifferently, "it's not my will to kill him, but he's just looking for death himself. I Zhuo Wen is by no means the one who makes trouble. I think elder martial sister Jinghai is a reasonable person."
"Shit, you killed my disciples in jiuxiao hall and wanted me to be reasonable. You are so mean and disgusting."
With that, Jinghai jade foot stepped on it and plundered towards Zhuo Wen. Unexpectedly, he didn't listen to Zhuo Wen's explanation.
"The sword stabs the thorn!"
Zhuo Wen's face was ugly, so he had to use his sword to stab the thorns again.
I saw the divine sword blast out, and the shadow of Dao Dao sword turned into a snake of thorns, constantly wriggling and twisting, and swept away from all directions towards the quiet sea.
At the same time, Zhuo Wen kicked his right foot and quickly retreated.
Jinghai has strong strength. It should be a true God of disaster, and it is stronger than Lianmeng. I'm afraid it's a true God who has survived a thunderstorm. Zhuo Wen is not an opponent at present. He doesn't want to fight it.
Jinghai sneered at the corners of his mouth. With a twist of his wrist, a strange chill emerged from the palm of his hand. The thorns around him completely stood still and were stained with frost.
"Broken!"
Jinghai Jiao drank and grasped the jade palm. A squeezing force emerged from his body. Suddenly, the frozen thorns around him collapsed into countless pieces.
The leading blood robed man stared at Zhuo Wen in front of him. He had seen both magic and true magic.
However, the breath revealed by Zhuo Wen's "destroy Dao sword" is really terrible, which makes him feel palpitation. I'm afraid only Xu Tian level magical power can give him this feeling of palpitation.
Zhuo Wen didn't bother to pay attention to the leader of the blood robe. He kicked his right foot, and the circular ripples spread under his feet, as if stepping on the water, forming countless ripples.
Seeing Zhuo Wen's fierce sweep, the leader of the blood robe had a dark look. He saw his hands crossed. Then the dagger held in his palm stabbed under the armpits between the left and right, but he cut off his hands directly.
Bang bang!
The leader of the blood robe cut off his hands, his eyes showed a firm color, and his mouth was talking about the cumbersome formula. The cut off hands suddenly burst into a blood mist.
The blood mist kept creeping, and then condensed a huge blood knife with ten feet. The blood knife was covered with a dense blood colored head.
"These heads are all gods I have assassinated. Today I'll show you the power of these 10000 knives."
The leading blood robe man's mouth was full of a ferocious smile. He saw his right foot sweeping upward and suddenly lifted it at the handle of the ten thousand knives. The ten thousand knives came out with a fierce roar. Where they passed, the wind was violent and the space shook.
This is his desperate blow. If this blow can't kill Zhuo Wen, the leader of the blood robe will immediately detonate himself and completely kill Zhuo Wen with self exploding energy.
Zhuo Wen's eyes were cold. He first looked at the leading blood robed man and saw the death will in the latter's eyes. He knew that if the ten thousand knives could not kill him, the leading blood robed man would explode immediately.
"Don't let him explode!"
Zhuo Wen made up his mind and pointed his right hand at the thorn again. In a spiral way, he wanted to bind the ten thousand knives.
Unfortunately, the sword stabbing thorns did not have any suppression effect on Wantou Dao. I saw that all the thorns that spread were destroyed and scattered by Wantou Dao.
Seeing the momentum of ten thousand swords, the leader in the blood robe breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that the sword stabbing thorns was the strongest move of Zhuo Wen. Even this move could not stop ten thousand swords. This son should have no other means to stop ten thousand swords.
Zhuo Wen kept retreating, and if he looked carefully, Zhuo Wen did not retreat back, but retreated towards the side close to the leader of the blood robe.
The leader of the blood robe also noticed Zhuo Wen's action. The corners of his mouth were full of sneers. When he kicked his right foot, he immediately fell on Wantou Dao. He said coldly: "do you think I don't know your little trick?"
However, just after the leader of the blood robe said this, Zhuo Wen showed a mocking smile. Zhuo Wen said faintly, "you really don't know my little trick, otherwise you won't throw yourself into the net."
With that, Zhuo Wen slowly drew out his right finger, and the sword on his fingertip was several feet long at this moment.
"The sword light of the second type of destructive swordsmanship is beginning to appear!"
At the moment when Zhuo Wen's fingertips moved, the sword awn with a length of several feet condensed into subtle light spots, which broke away from Zhuo Wen's fingertips, then burst out, and directly ejected into the eyebrows of the leader of the blood robe.
Pooh!
The leader in the blood robe didn't even react. There was a blood hole in the center of his eyebrows. Then his vitality was completely cut off, his spirit was broken, and the ten thousand knives collapsed directly.
After the sword light passed through the leading blood robed man, it began to expand and burst out a blazing white awn. The explosion group formed by the self explosion of the blood robed man was directly covered by the white awn and then annihilated.
"Brother Yang, you see, the battle above seems to have changed. What is this white awn? The energy contained in it is terrible." not far from the battlefield, Bi Shuang suddenly pointed to the white awn burst out by the explosion group above.
Yang Tong shook his head and said, "I don't know. It should be the powerful move used by the blood Temple killer. Zhuo Wen will die. Let's go quickly. Elder martial sister Jinghai should be here soon. If she knows that we are involved with the blood Temple killer, I'm afraid she will be scolded."
Bi Shuang nodded, and immediately they supported him. He was hanging in the air and flying slowly towards the distance.
However, they didn't fly long. The explosion group behind them was completely submerged by Bai Mang, and then a figure gradually came out of Bai mang.
If they feel it, they turn around and look at the figure walking out behind them with trembling and prominent eyes.
"It's Zhuo Wen. Did this guy kill all the nine blood Temple killers? Let's go..."
Yang Tong couldn't help shouting. Even if he ran away in a hurry, Bi Shuang didn't have to say. At the moment he saw Zhuo Wen, he just ran away.
Unfortunately, in Zhuo Wen's view, the speed of the two people was simply turtle speed. Soon Zhuo Wen caught up with them and slapped them on the ground again.
"Who is the killer who just chased me?" Zhuo Wen looked at Yang Tong coldly.
Yang Tong trembled and said honestly, "they are the killers of the blood temple. They chase you, but it has nothing to do with us. Our Dantian has been destroyed by you. What else do you want?"
Zhuo Wen smiled coldly. His right sword finger derived a white light and said, "do you still want to lie? Since it doesn't matter if you don't say it, kill you and I'll ask others."
"Don't kill me. It has nothing to do with me. Yang Tong used the blood killing order. I didn't agree with it before. Brother Zhuo, have something to say."
Seeing Zhuo Wen's murderous face, Bi Shuang immediately betrayed Yang Tong. He didn't want to die here with Yang Tong.
"Bi Shuang, you..."
Yang Tong's face changed greatly. Just when he wanted to reply, Zhuo Wen slapped him, directly slapped his mouth and said coldly, "nonsense, kill you directly."
Yang Tong immediately covered his mouth and dared not talk nonsense.
"What is the blood killing order?" Zhuo Wen realized that it was the blood killing order in Bi Shuang's mouth that plundered into his body.
Seeing Zhuo Wen asking, Bi Shuang immediately began to tell the efficacy and origin of the blood killing order. After listening to it, Zhuo Wen's face gradually became gloomy.
He didn't expect that this blood killing order was a hunting token issued by the blood temple. Once the name of the hunted person was engraved in the blood killing order, the blood temple would die at all costs.
In other words, Zhuo Wen has killed ten blood robed people now, and the blood temple will not stop until he kills Zhuo Wen. Later, he will send killers to chase Zhuo Wen again.
When he is planted with a blood killing order, he will also face the endless pursuit of the blood temple.
"Brother Zhuo..."
Yang Tong's face changed slightly. When he was about to say something, Zhuo Wen's right sword finger fell into the center of Yang Tong's eyebrows, directly destroying Yang Tong's spirit and cutting off his vitality.
Looking at the completely fallen Yang Tong, Bi Shuang's eyes were full of fear. He stared at Zhuo Wen in front of him in fear, his heart pounded, and he regretted that he had dealt with Zhuo Wen with Yang Tong.
"Why is Zhuo Wen so terrible? If I had known so, I wouldn't be against it when I die." Bi Shuang secretly complained in his heart.
"Hand over everything you have!" Zhuo Wen looked at BI Shuang coldly.
Bi Shuang trembled and dared not neglect anything. He immediately handed over all his things, even his God level axe.
After Zhuo Wen collected Bi Shuang's things at will, he bent over and collected Yang Tong's ring. Then he checked Fan Yang Tong's ring at will and found many divine stones in it.
The function of the divine stone is similar to that of the original immortal crystal, which is used for cultivation, but the immortal crystal is used for the cultivation of immortal saints and martial arts, and the divine stone is used for the cultivation of divine martial arts.
However, Zhuo Wen is not interested in these sacred stones. He knows that he doesn't have much time, and he can't take these things out.
Take out Bi Shuang's divine sword. Zhuo Wen weighs it gently and nods slightly. The divine sword is quite handy.
His practice of destroying Dao sword originally needed a sword to exert its real power, but he just realized it. It wasn't long before he had time to forge his own divine sword. In this case, he had to use the sword finger instead of the divine sword.
Although Yang Tong's divine sword doesn't fit Zhuo Wen, the divine sword is always much better than the sword finger. At least it can give play to most of the power of "destroy Dao sword".
Whoosh!
After Zhuo Wen put away Yang Tong's and Bi Shuang's things, a sound broke through the air. Then Zhuo Wen found that it was not the killer of the blood Temple who robbed this time, but the gentle woman Jinghai of the jiuxiao Temple who met in the Sutra Pavilion before.
Jinghai fell not far from Zhuo Wen. She first looked at Zhuo Wen and frowned slightly, but soon her face changed slightly and found the body of Yang Tong lying at the foot of Zhuo Wen.
"Yang Tong? Did you kill Yang Tong?"
Jinghai was stunned for a moment, and immediately meimou stared at Zhuo Wen.
Zhuo Wenxin played with his magic sword and said indifferently, "it's not my will to kill him, but he's just looking for death himself. I Zhuo Wen is by no means the one who makes trouble. I think elder martial sister Jinghai is a reasonable person."
"Shit, you killed my disciples in jiuxiao hall and wanted me to be reasonable. You are so mean and disgusting."
With that, Jinghai jade foot stepped on it and plundered towards Zhuo Wen. Unexpectedly, he didn't listen to Zhuo Wen's explanation.
"The sword stabs the thorn!"
Zhuo Wen's face was ugly, so he had to use his sword to stab the thorns again.
I saw the divine sword blast out, and the shadow of Dao Dao sword turned into a snake of thorns, constantly wriggling and twisting, and swept away from all directions towards the quiet sea.
At the same time, Zhuo Wen kicked his right foot and quickly retreated.
Jinghai has strong strength. It should be a true God of disaster, and it is stronger than Lianmeng. I'm afraid it's a true God who has survived a thunderstorm. Zhuo Wen is not an opponent at present. He doesn't want to fight it.
Jinghai sneered at the corners of his mouth. With a twist of his wrist, a strange chill emerged from the palm of his hand. The thorns around him completely stood still and were stained with frost.
"Broken!"
Jinghai Jiao drank and grasped the jade palm. A squeezing force emerged from his body. Suddenly, the frozen thorns around him collapsed into countless pieces.
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