Chapter 3740

"Shut up!" Zhuo wenleng shouted, but his eyes were very cold and infinite.

"Your name is Nangong Ying, isn't it? Since you say that Yunjin collar is the territory of your Nangong aristocratic family! Now people of Murong aristocratic family break into Yunjin collar, but you help Murong Rui force the people in his territory to commit suicide!"

"I'd like to ask you Nangong Ying. Is your surname Nangong or Murong?"

Nangong Ying's face changed greatly. Zhuo Wen's words were a little heavy, which gave Nangong Ying the hat of rebellion.

"Hum! You're smart. I won't tear your mouth!"

Nangong Ying is so angry that he throws Lu Yichuan on the deck at will. He jumps out of the divine boat and falls rapidly towards Zhuo Wenchu in the villa.

Zhuo Wen stood silently and watched Nangong shadow getting closer and closer.

"Hey, hey, it seems that I was just putting on airs. Now I'm scared silly!"

Nangong Ying sees Zhuo Wen standing still. She mistakenly thinks that Zhuo Wen is frightened. Her heart is full of pride.

But his men did not show the slightest mercy. They kneaded with both hands and suddenly stepped down on their right leg.

"Divine power, divine elephant stepping on the ground!"

When Nangong shadow stepped down on his right foot, a huge divine image appeared in the void behind him.

The god elephant lifted a huge front foot like a mountain and stepped heavily towards Zhuo Wen.

When the huge front foot fell on Zhuo Wen, a terrible sword rushed into the sky.

Then, the huge divine image virtual shadow moaned and broke completely. A divine sword with golden awn rushed into the sky from Zhuo Wen's position and stabbed Nangong Ying's chest.

Pooh!

Nangong Ying vomited a mouthful of blood. Driven by the divine sword, she fell to the ground and blew out a huge pit.

When the smoke and dust dispersed, Nangong shadow was pierced in the chest by a spirit sword and nailed to the ground.

"How dare you be arrogant in front of me?"

Zhuo Wen carried his hands and didn't look at Nangong shadow. Instead, he raised his head and looked at Murong Rui with a slightly changed face.

"Don't you want to avenge your son? Even if you come, why hesitate?" Zhuo Wen sneered.

Murong Rui's eyes became dignified. He looked deeply at Zhuo Wen and said, "I know that there is a mountain guard like Deqi around Fugue, but he still died in your hands. It seems that you really have two brushes."

"But it's still too early for you to provoke me! You won't be my opponent."

Murong Rui stepped out of the divine ship, stepped on the void and looked down at Zhuo Wen.

"Then come up and fight! You must die today!" Murong Rui suspended on the void and looked down coldly at Zhuo Wen.

Zhuo Wen was silent for a long time and said in a low voice, "come down!"

Now Zhuo Wen's mood is like thousands of grass and mud horses galloping by.

His timing cultivation is just the peak of the fetal God. He can't walk in the air.

Although he has an extraordinary spirit, the spirit can't make him walk on the sky like a person who steps on the sky to become stronger.

After all, the matter and gravity of the hundred regions outside the boundary are far more powerful than the lower star sky. He can fly and hide in the lower star sky and do everything.

But after he entered the hundred regions outside the boundary, he could only practice to step on the sky and change before he could fly.

"Hmm? Are you looking down on me? I'll let you up!" Murong Rui said angrily.

Zhuo Wen stopped talking, put his right hand in the center of his eyebrows and offered a spirit sword again.

His sword finger fell on Murong Rui in the sky. The spirit sword broke through the air and cut at Murong Rui.

At the same time, Zhuo Wen jumped up, not towards Murong Rui, but towards the divine ship.

Murong Rui didn't dare to be careless. He had seen the power of the spirit sword, so he tried his best to blow it out. For a long time, the shadow of the fist was like fire and covered the whole sky.

Bang!

Murong Rui smashed the spirit sword with his fist, and then found that Zhuo Wen had entered the divine ship deck. His face changed greatly.

There are three monks on the divine ship deck brought by Murong Rui. When Zhuo Wen entered the deck, they burst out their strongest offensive one after another.

However, under the intention of the three divine soul swords, their eyebrows and hearts were penetrated and completely fell.

These three people are just monks stepping on the sky, and Zhuo Wen's divine soul has changed to about the early stage of the fourth change of breaking the sky. The power of the divine soul sword idea condensed is no less than the attack of ordinary friars in the early stage of virtual divine change.

These three people can't stop the power of the spirit sword.

Zhuo Wen grabs Lu Yichuan, who faints on the deck, and sweeps away from the divine ship.

"Die!"

Murong Rui glanced in an instant, his eyes were red, and his right fist hit Zhuo Wen severely.

These three people are his confidants cultivated over the years. I don't know how much time and energy they spent. They are his most loyal subordinates.

Now Zhuo Wen has killed all of them except two. The loss is like a drop of blood to him.

New hatred and old hatred are added together. Murong Rui just wants to blow Zhuo Wen into slag.

Zhuo Wen's face changed slightly, and he also blew out with a fist. In his fist strength, he integrated the power of the spirit sword, and the sword Qi cut across the sky.

Bang!

The two fists exploded together, forming a terrible explosion wave around, which spread in all directions in a ring form.

Zhuo Wen snorted, spit out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

Murong Rui stepped back dozens of steps in the air and shook his body, which was to stabilize his body and suspend in mid air.

"Hmm? Your breath... Why is it so weak?"

Murongrui felt the breath of Zhuo Wen at the moment of fighting with Zhuo Wen. It was just the change of fetal God.

But how is that possible?

Fetal God changed in his eyes, which was no different from mole ants. He could kill thousands of fetal God monks with a blow at will.

But in front of this guy, the fetal God changes his breath, but he has such a powerful power.

"This guy should have concealed his accomplishments. It seems that his concealment skills are amazing. I can't even see the flaws!" Murong Rui frowned and said in his heart.

Zhuo Wen barely got up from the deep hole hit by the ground and wiped the blood on his mouth.

"Murong Rui's strength is really strong, much stronger than Yuqi elder of Yuhua gate. He should be a monk in the middle of the transformation of virtual God!" Zhuo Wen said to himself with gloomy eyes.

Fan Shuang and ten sword guards hurried to their side, looking worried.

"Take Lu Yichuan away first! Stay away from here as far as possible. I'm afraid the war between me and Murong Rui will be very quiet!"

Zhuo Wen passes the unconscious Lu Yi to Yijian and asks them to leave quickly.

"Go? Can you go?"

Murong Rui's right foot stepped on the void, and the whole air burst out a continuous explosion sound, and Murong Rui came straight like a shell.

"Old man, die!"

Zhuo Wen knew that he couldn't keep his hand anymore. He took out the half moon god fire gun directly and threw it at Murong Rui.

Boom, boom!

The half moon god's firegun burst out a terrible flame. Where it passed, it was full of dazzling fire, surging in the whole sky.

The terrible pressure overflowed, and Murong's face suddenly changed.

"An artifact of level 4 in the sky! You guy..."

Murong Rui was almost dull