Chapter 1967

Three Changhong suddenly fell over Ziwei sect.

These three Changhong are three teams, and the leaders in front of the team are all the true gods of the two disasters.

These three two disaster true gods are much stronger than the elder of Ziwei sect. The smell of fire is much stronger than the general two disaster true gods. At least they are powerful two disaster true gods who have survived more than five fires.

A bald man glanced at Zhuo Wen, who survived Ziwei sect, but didn't care. Zhuo Wen's breath was not strong, just a disaster.

For a bald man, a disaster is nothing but a mole of ants, which can be destroyed by waving.

The bald man turned to look at the leaders of the other two Changhong and said with a smile: "sour scholar, Miss Jingxue, why did you two come so in time?"

At the head of another Changhong, a man dressed in a long white shirt and dressed as a scholar glanced at the bald man and said, "how did you come, how did we come?"

Another young woman, whose breath was not weaker than that of a man in white shirt and a bald man, smiled and said, "didn't you come because of the news from Lord Leiqi? I don't believe you would come so coincidentally!"

Both the white shirt man and the bald man nodded. The reason why they came to Ziwei sect was that they got the news from Lei Qi.

The message is that crape myrtle sect has been destroyed!

In addition, their three major galaxies are closest to Ziwei sect. Although Lei Qi's words are concise and comprehensive, the significance is obvious. That is, Ziwei galaxy will be handed over to them. Whoever gets it, it will belong to him!

Just for a moment, the three people all showed their bad eyes and were secretly vigilant against each other.

"Ha ha! You two don't have to be like this. The Ziwei sect has been destroyed. With Lord Lei Qi's vision and strength, I'm sure I can't see the family background of Ziwei sect, but for the three of us, the things of Ziwei sect are very extraordinary."

"How about this? How about sharing the crape myrtle family's things equally among the three of us? In this way, we don't have to be unhappy because of the dispute."

The bald man laughed and looked at the white man and the young woman.

Both the white shirt man and the young woman are hesitant. Their strength is almost the same. If they fight, they can't get any benefit at all, and they may lose both.

If they can solve the problem peacefully, they naturally want it.

Zhuo Wen faintly looked at the bald men above and said nothing, but the killing in his eyes was surging.

Although he just came to ziweizong for a short time, he didn't even have any sense of belonging to ziweizong.

But when he saw Xiang Chu die in front of him and the words Xiang Chu said before his death, Zhuo Wen's heart was touched.

Zhuo Wen, the three people in front of him, once heard Yun Chuyu talk about them. They are the masters of the three galaxies not far from the purple micro galaxy.

Among them, the bald man is Shi Han, the leader of the shake mountain sect in the shake mountain galaxy, the white shirt scholar is Ni boxue, the leader of the book sea sect in the book sea galaxy, and the young woman is Jing Xue, the leader of the Hehuan sect in the Hehuan galaxy.

These three galaxies are all secondary galaxies. The strength of these three people is not weak. Although they are also two disaster true gods, they are not ordinary two disaster true gods. I'm afraid their strength is comparable to that of ordinary three disaster true gods.

At the moment, Shi Han, Ni boxue and Jing Xue decided to divide the crape myrtle Galaxy equally. After the discussion, the bald man looked at Zhuo Wen, who was as motionless as a statue, and said, "get out, otherwise you won't have a chance later."

Zhuo Wen raised his head, looked at Shi Han and said, "I want to ask you, when did Lei Qi destroy Ziwei sect?"

Shi Han was stunned, but he didn't expect that Zhuo Wen not only didn't roll, but also questioned him, which made him angry.

"Look at you like this, you should also be a disciple of Ziwei sect? Tut Tut, you're a poor bastard. You don't even know when the sect gate will be destroyed."

Speaking of this, Shihan's eyes were cold and burst out a wisp of killing intention. He said, "also, I Shihan usually only give people one chance. Since you don't cherish it, you won't have a chance. Wujue, kill this son!"

"Now that the Ziwei sect has been destroyed, you can follow it and meet with many Ziwei sect disciples under the nine springs! They all know the answer you want."

Shihan said, and a cold looking young man came out behind him.

The young man's cultivation is good, and he has also reached the true God of a disaster. Moreover, he still has the smell of a thunderstorm. It is obvious that he is the true God of a disaster through a thunderstorm.

"Remember, the man who killed you is called Wujue."

The young man licked his lips, his eyes showed bloodthirsty light, and his body disappeared into the void like a ghost.

Whoosh!

Zhuo Wen still stood where he was, and the five senses didn't know when they had swept behind him, and there was a cold dagger in the depths of his hand.

The direction the tip of the dagger is facing is just the back of Zhuo Wen's head.

Obviously, Wujue is going to kill Zhuo Wen in one blow and wipe out Zhuo Wen's spirit completely. These means are not vicious!

Shuihan's mouth tilted slightly and looked down at Zhuo Wen. He knew that at the next moment, the young man in front of him would immediately become a cold body.

Ni boxue and Jing Xue have no expression. They don't even have interest in watching Zhuo Wen. What they think now is how to divide crape myrtle galaxy to benefit them.

Pooh!

Suddenly, the blood fog erupted behind Zhuo Wen, and then a scream came. The five senses didn't know when the right hand holding the dagger was cut off.

"Remember, the man who killed you is Zhuo Wen!"

Zhuo Wen, holding the purple shining star river sword, glanced faintly. He covered his broken arm behind him. His face was full of five senses of fear. With a sword in his right hand, the purple sword light swept out and turned into a purple overpass in mid air.

Wujue wanted to avoid. Unfortunately, the sword light was too fast, and his body was directly penetrated by the purple overpass. Then the whole person burst into a blood mist and his body was destroyed.

Shuihan's face suddenly solidified. Ni boxue and Jing Xue, who originally didn't care, paid attention to Zhuo Wen for the first time.

"I like to give people two chances. You wasted one chance, so you still have one chance. Now I'll ask you again, when was ziweizong killed?" Zhuo Wen held a sword in his right hand, floating in white, and his eyes fell on shuihan with an ugly face.

Shuihan was trembling with anger. He was the master of the secondary galaxy and was questioned by a disaster God.

What's more irritating is that the disaster God was so arrogant that he threatened to give him another chance. I really don't know what it means.

"Kill him!"

Shuihan's voice was full of killing opportunities. Five subordinates behind him rushed out one after another and rushed towards Zhuo Wen.

This time, shuihan brought six subordinates, all true gods. After Wujue was killed, there were still five left.

The strength of these five people is good. Four of them are the true God of disaster, and the other is the strongest. Their accomplishments have reached the true God.

Such a lineup, even an ordinary two disaster God, may fall under the siege of this lineup.

"Well, you don't have any chance!"

Zhuo Wen's eyes were cold, and a sword was cut out. The shadow of the sword flew into thorns, like countless snake shadows, wrapping all five people in it.

Zhuo Wen is now promoted to the true God, and can play the power of ruidao sword. The move of stabbing thorns with a sword alone is much stronger than before.

The five people were caught off guard and were extremely embarrassed by sword stabbing thorns.

Zhuo Wen walked slowly through the thorns. He was so fast that he could only see a purple shadow.

Pooh!

In the purple shadow, accompanied by the purple sword light.

The sword light, like electricity, quickly shuttled through the roar of the five people, splashing sharp blood light, and then burst out heads.

When the purple shadow pierced through the thorns, Zhuo Wen took back his sword, threw five heads away, and blood was like rain.

"You..."

Shuihan was shocked. He stared at Zhuo Wen. Five true gods joined hands, including one true God of two disasters. Unexpectedly, he was not the enemy of this person's move.

What kind of monster is this man? It's obviously just a disaster. He actually kills the real God like a dog.

Ni boxue and Jing Xue were also shocked. They couldn't understand why the young man in front of them was only a real God of disaster. Why the war power was so terrible, it was against the sky.

"Next it's your turn!"

Zhuo Wen turned his head and his eyes were as cold as a demon.

Seeing Zhuo Wen's indifferent eyes, shuihan trembled in his heart and gave birth to a color of fear.

It was unimaginable for him to show fear in the face of a disaster God.

"Wait a minute! There's something to discuss. I think you should also come for crape myrtle. Why don't we share the purple micro galaxy with you." shuihan said quickly.

Zhuo Wen's fighting power is not weaker than him at all, and even a little more than he expected, so he doesn't dare to confront it.

"I said I gave you two chances, but you didn't grasp it. So sorry, you don't have a chance now!"

Zhuo Wen ignored shuihan's soft words. He kicked his right foot and stabbed out a sword. The sword light appeared.

A flash of sword light was like the rising sun. It was very fast and swept towards the center of shuihan's eyebrows.

Shuihan was surprised and angry. He knew that the young man was going to fight him.

Thinking of this, shuihan showed his killing intention in his eyes and took out a big knife inlaid with a gold ring.

"The waves break!"

Shui Han took a deep breath, raised his knife over his head and immediately cut it down.

WOW!

The golden light of terror emerged, and the surrounding area of tens of millions of feet was spread and shrouded by the endless golden sea.

Ni boxue and Jing Xue both took their own teams and retreated tens of millions of feet away. They looked at the scene with shocked eyes.

They naturally know that it is the strongest move of shuihan.

Now shuihan uses this move as soon as he makes a move. Obviously, this person poses a great threat to shuihan, forcing him to use this move.

WOW!

A golden knife fell from the sky and cleaved on the surface of the golden sea. Then the huge golden sea was divided into two, setting off a huge wave of fear one after another.

Just below the golden Dao, which is also the central part of the disconnected golden sea, Zhuo Wen stood quietly, with a trace of dignity in his eyes. The shuihan is not an ordinary God of two disasters, and his strength is not weak. He is between Bozhong and song Jiahao.