Chapter 3474

"Hum! It seems that this son is dead without our help!"

Wu Junhao withdrew from a distance. His main purpose is Zhuo Wen, not competing with Lianmeng.

Lianmeng's beautiful eyes show anxiety. She comes to find Zhuo Wen, but there is something important. Now Zhuo Wen falls in front of her. It's hard for her to tell Sanqing when she goes back.

Wu Yangxu retreated to Wu Junhao with a slightly gloomy face and said, "Junhao, Mingzhe, he..."

"It doesn't matter. Mingzhe died well. At least this person has been killed. Go back and explain to the landlord! Now wait until the Geng golden sword rain falls behind the curtain to see if you can find Mingzhe's body!" Wu Junhao said faintly.

Wu Yangxu heard the speech and was silent, but his face was very ugly.

Wu Mingzhe had a good relationship with him. He lived and died several times. Now Wu Mingzhe died in the rain of Geng golden sword. He was very sorry for Wu Mingzhe.

But he was helpless. Wu Junhao's strength was stronger than him and his position in the Wu building was much higher than him. Wu Junhao was unable to refute what he said.

There was silence around. All their eyes fell in the rain of Geng golden sword. They were waiting for the rain of Geng golden sword to come to an end. They wanted to see if the unknown sanxiu could survive in such terrorist disasters.

In the endless Geng golden sword rain, Zhuo Wen was covered with purple awns, barely resisting the terrible golden sword rain around him.

It has to be said that Geng golden sword rain is indeed a terror, with the terrible power of destruction.

Zhuo Wen tried his best to run Hongmeng, but he was still injured. His right arm was directly annihilated and blood flowed.

Pooh!

Suddenly, Zhuo Wen's left arm was broken and blood splashed.

Zhuo Wen's eyes were red. He knew that it was the time of life and death crisis. He began to frantically absorb chaotic energy and form a purple awn with broken divine power, which turned into a powerful defense and covered his body surface.

Time gradually ran away, Zhuo Wen's injury became more and more serious, bleeding, countless wounds cracked, and the whole person became a blood man.

Pooh!

Pooh!

Geng Jinjian rain became more and more terrible, Zhuo Wen's legs burst, and the blood fog burst.

Zhuo Wen couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood and his face was pale.

But he didn't care so much, but ran Hongmeng decisively, absorbed chaotic energy and protected the most important head and body.

About two hours later, Zhuo Wen's body completely burst into a blood mist, leaving only a pale head.

But there was no fear in Zhuo Wen's eyes, but full of edge and sharpness.

Because he felt that the Geng Jinjian rain around him began to weaken, he knew that the Geng Jinjian rain would soon disappear.

Sure enough, Geng Jinjian rain weakened rapidly and soon became sparse.

Then, Zhuo Wen felt a surge of warm energy in the depths of the chaotic starry sky.

This energy continued to repair his injury. He only had the remains of his head and began to regenerate rapidly.

At the same time, his breath has completely changed, and he can feel the surging energy in his body filling his whole body.

He knew that he had survived the bad luck and was promoted to the first bad luck.

However, in ten breath time, Zhuo Wen's residual body has been completely repaired by this energy, and Zhuo Wen's breath has also completely degenerated and undergone qualitative changes.

At the moment, all the onlookers, their eyes at the same time, fell on Zhuo Wen and took a breath. The whole audience was quiet and terrible.

However, this silence did not last long, but was replaced by uproar.

"God, this nameless sanxiu didn't die. How could it be possible to survive such terrible disasters as Geng Jinjian rain?"

"He's successfully promoted to the first loser. You don't realize that his breath is powerful and terrible. He doesn't look like the first loser monk at all..."

“……”

The voices of discussion, uproar and noise gathered together, and the surroundings were very noisy.

Lianmeng was surprised, while Wu Junhao's eyes were gloomy. He was also deeply surprised that Zhuo Wen could not die under the rain of Geng Jinjian.

"Yang Xu, kill him!"

Wu Junhao sent a message to Wu Yangxu. The latter nodded, stepped on his right foot and disappeared in place.

The coldness in the corners of Wu Yangxu's mouth became stronger and stronger, and the killing intention in his eyes was almost undisguised.

Wu Mingzhe died because of Zhuo Wen. Now he is eager to destroy Zhuo Wen and avenge Wu Mingzhe.

Wu Yangxu is too fast, and he is still surprised. When Lianmeng and Du Huacan react, they find it too late to catch up.

At the moment, Zhuo Wen has completely recovered. He feels the powerful energy rolling in his body, and his eyes are surprised.

With the first failing cultivation and the broken divine power operated by Hongmeng, Zhuo Wen is confident that his strength is comparable to that of the second failing peak.

If he is integrated and separated, his strength will rise to a higher level, enough to fight the third loser.

In particular, his broken divine power and penetration are too terrible. The energy level is very high. The friars in the lower star sky fight against him, but they suffer a lot.

"Huh?"

If Zhuo Wen feels it, he feels a sense of killing.

He raised his head and saw that Wu Yangxu had been killed, and the breath of terror swept in place like a storm.

"Witch clan?"

Zhuo Wen calmly looked at Wu Yang Xu, who was getting closer and closer, and asked faintly.

Wu Yangxu was stunned and immediately grinned and said, "Wu Yangxu, the man of the Wu building! Today is to take your dog's life!"

With that, Wu Yangxu suddenly punched him.

His fist burst out, and the stars exploded. It was fragmented and looked terrible.

"This son is really miserable. He has just been promoted to the first decline and will be killed!"

Wu Junhao held his chest in his hands, looked on coldly, and said mocking words.

"The man of the witch building? It seems that he is looking for death. Then I will help you!"

Zhuo Wen is very calm. When he punches, the purple awn is introverted. It looks ordinary, but it actually contains terrorist energy.

Boom!

The two fists touched each other, and there were big explosions around. Then Wu Yangxu was frightened to find that his right fist was directly smashed by one punch.

In particular, a mysterious force from Zhuo Wen's fist strength penetrated into his body and began to wantonly destroy the meridians in his body. Even if he encouraged most of the heavenly energy, it was difficult to dissolve this mysterious force in the meridians.

Pooh!

Wu Yangxu vomited a mouthful of blood, and his right hand was directly broken. With the blood splashing bitterly, he flew upside down and fell into the starry sky.

However, Wu Yangxu just flew backwards. Not long ago, he felt a pain in his chest and stepped on his chest directly.

Wu Yangxu was shocked and angry. He was trampled directly and vomited blood. He felt humiliated in his heart.

He looked up and found that Zhuo Wen looked down at him from a commanding position, and Zhuo Wen looked at himself coldly, like prey. That look was very bad