Chapter 2137

There are too many disciples of Youhuan sect. They are like locusts. They drown Zhuo Wen like dark clouds. The area where Zhuo Wen is located becomes extremely dark.

Although the killing speed of Wushi magic golden sword is very fast, it still can't keep up with the death speed of the successive Youhuan sect disciples.

Many disciples of Youhuan sect broke through the defense of Wushi magic golden sword and directly attacked Zhuo Wen inside, but Zhuo Wen could only use his purple sword to resist the attack of those escaped fish.

"Lord, this son is really strong. He is so tenacious when surrounded by so many disciples!"

Youye Wei is surrounded by four elders, who are the elders of Youhuan sect. Originally there were five elders, but Zhuo Wen killed them, leaving only four.

"You four go up together and take the Zhuo Wen in one fell swoop!" you yewei's eyes are gloomy.

The four elders nodded slightly, plundered out one after another, used their own artifacts and plundered to the center of the regiment.

After seeing Zhuo Wen's unusual, the four elders did not have any carelessness, but did their best.

With the four elders joining the battle group, Zhuo Wen, who was originally in decline, was immediately in danger.

The monks outside Youhuan sect could not help shaking their heads when they looked at this scene. They knew that Zhuo Wen could not resist for long.

Thinking of Zhuo Wen's heroic words before, these friars only felt ridiculous. They knew that Zhuo Wen was just talking nonsense.

"Sure enough, Zhuo Wen came here to be funny. Before the leader of Youhuan sect made a move, this son was completely suppressed. It seems that he will be defeated soon."

A monk could not help shaking his head and mocking, thinking that Zhuo Wen was an idiot.

"No, you see, many disciples of Youhuan sect died at once. What's that? Many swords!"

Suddenly, a friar noticed something wrong and pointed to the battle group above and whispered.

When they looked up, they were stunned to see that around Zhuo Wen wrapped by countless Youhuan sect disciples, a rusty broken sword suddenly appeared.

Around the broken sword, there are more than 9000 cold and awe inspiring ancient swords. Each ancient sword is not an ordinary thing. The sharpness emitted by its body makes the people tremble.

Zhuo Wen, dressed in white, conquered the snow. He stepped out with one step. He stepped on the broken sword with his right foot. Suddenly, more than 9000 ancient swords were like stars, emitting bright sword light and spreading out in all directions.

Pooh!

Pooh!

……

Just in an instant, the sword light was like water, scattered in all directions. One third of the Youhuan sect disciples around burst into a blood mist in an instant, and the blood poured down like a blood waterfall, which was spectacular.

Zhuo Wen's eyes were cold and stepped out step by step. Under his control, 9000 ancient swords were like a killing machine. Everywhere he passed, blood was everywhere and bodies were like mountains.

At the moment, Zhuo Wen is protected by more than 9000 ancient swords, surrounded by 48 Wushi magic gold swords, and his hands are purple swords. No friar of Youhuan sect can break through his defense and can only become the soul under his sword.

It can be said that this is an unequal killing, a unilateral killing.

With more and more corpses, the disciples of Youhuan sect finally began to fear and shrink back, afraid to rush forward.

Because they feel that the young people in front of them are too strong. They feel that they are simply dying and futile.

Therefore, some disciples with low accomplishments finally ran away crazy, and the number was increasing.

Unfortunately, these fleeing disciples of Youhuan sect were caught up by the terrible sword light and completely hanged into blood fog.

"I am willing to leave Youhuan sect. I swear that I will no longer be a disciple of Youhuan sect and have nothing to do with Youhuan sect from now on."

Finally, a disciple of Youhuan sect quickly took an oath to get rid of his relationship with Youhuan sect.

After taking the oath, the disciple of Youhuan sect was surprised to find that more than 9000 ancient swords around him passed by him, as if he had turned a blind eye to him.

"Thank you!"

Naturally, the disciple of Youhuan sect knew that Zhuo Wen had given him a way to live. After quickly thanking him, he immediately left Youhuan sect with a rune.

With this disciple setting a precedent, the other disciples of Youhuan sect took an oath to leave Youhuan sect, and immediately flew away from Youhuan sect.

Zhuo Wen did not stop these disciples from leaving Youhuan sect, but concentrated on strangling those monks who were still struggling.

However, in ten breath time, the dense disciples of Youhuan sect became very sparse.

The friars outside Youhuan sect looked at the young man in white wrapped by countless sword lights, and his pupils shrank involuntarily.

They finally knew why Zhuo Wen dared to come and clamored to destroy Youhuan sect. It turned out that this son was so terrible.

At the same time, they also remembered that this son had such precious treasures as the marrow of heaven and stars.

With such strength, it's really terrible to cooperate with the sky marrow of that day.

Boom!

Suddenly, Zhuo Wen's tendency to rush forward suddenly stopped. More than 9000 ancient swords originally surrounded Zhuo Wen stagnated in the air under the terrible fist strength.

Zhuo Wen stepped back a few steps and looked at you yewei in front of him.

You yewei stared murderously at Zhuo Wen in front of him, and the four elders who had been defeated one after another were all exhaled when they saw you yewei's hand.

However, after seeing Zhuo Wen's terrible strength, the four elders no longer dare to underestimate the young man in white.

"I didn't expect that I haven't seen you for more than ten years. Your strength is growing so fast, but you think that with your strength, you can really destroy our Youhuan sect? Is it a bit crazy?"

You yewei's eyes twinkled, but his heart was also very surprised.

He can feel that Zhuo Wen's strength is not necessarily weaker than him. Coupled with the sky and starry marrow on this son, you yewei is not sure whether he can win this son.

"Elder, you go to the Youming hall and call the old ancestor out. This son must be killed." you yewei silently sent a message to the strongest of the four elders.

The elder has a long snow-white beard. He looks kind, but his eyes are full of fierce color. Obviously, he is not a good person.

The elder looked at Zhuo Wen not far away, nodded gently and left here quietly.

"Ah!"

However, the elder didn't leave for long at all, but he made a miserable cry.

You yewei's face changed slightly and hurriedly looked at the elder. He saw that the elder was pierced by a long gun and kept struggling, but he couldn't get rid of it at all.

In front of the elder, an old man in his 60s was holding a long gun and his eyes were full of a dull smile.

This person is Zhang Zhicheng. Zhuo Wen is fully prepared this time. He is willing to be a bait to attract the attention of you ye Wei, and then let Zhang Zhicheng and others seize the opportunity to attack and kill the senior friars of you magic sect.

"Who are you?"

You yewei shouted loudly, but soon his face changed greatly.

Because when he turned his head, Zhuo Wen had already shot.

Zhuo Wen stepped out, and more than 9000 ancient swords poured in front of you yewei like rain, like a storm.

You yewei scolded secretly in his heart. He immediately took out a scroll and suddenly opened it. Within tens of thousands of miles, he was surrounded by the scroll. Around the scroll, a terrible flame broke out, and the surrounding became a flame world in an instant.

Boom!

The fire scroll has a strong defense, which completely blocked the bombardment of more than 9000 ancient swords.