Chapter 4183

In the distance over the huge holy city of huxu, a large army pressed the border.

In front of an amazing number of troops, Ling Xinghai and Zhu Yangchi stood side by side.

They are as powerful as a rainbow. Behind them, there is a huge world of heaven and earth suspended in the void.

The force of rolling disaster is constantly surging out of the heaven and earth world, like strange thunder snakes, wantonly plundering.

Two huge worlds of heaven and earth lie across the holy city of huxu. For most monks in the holy city, they are choking in their throat and in their backs.

The breath of the strong of the great disaster of heaven and earth is too much pressure for them.

"Disciple, is it really all right for you to deal with them alone?"

Shan Lingyun's big watery eyes are filled with worry. Although she knows that Zhuo Wen's strength is not weaker than the strong ones in the later period of the heaven and earth disaster, he is still worried about the cooperation of two strong people in the later period of the heaven and earth disaster.

"Lord Zhuo! Sikou is willing to share one person for you!" Sikou Hongfei also quickly stepped out and respectfully asked for instructions.

Zhuo Wen waved his hand and did not speak. Duan Zhipeng, standing beside him, said with a light smile: "don't underestimate brother Zhuo's strength. Don't say he is two strong men in the later stage of the heaven and earth disaster. Even if he is the top strong man of the heaven and earth disaster, he is not afraid!"

Sikou Hongfei was shocked, and then shook his head secretly. He felt that Duan Zhipeng was exaggerating.

Zhuo Wen patted Shan Lingyun's small head, then jumped out of the divine city and landed opposite Zhu Yangchi and Ling Xinghai.

In the holy city of huxu, countless monks raised a violent uproar.

They didn't expect that Zhuo Wen really did what he said. He really planned to fight one against two and face the cooperation of two strong men in the later stage of the great disaster.

"Lord Zhuo is too impulsive. How can he fight with Zhu Yangchi and Ling Xinghai like this?"

"What can we do? Lord Zhuo is a great benefactor for the liberation of our huxu territory. We can't watch him enter the mouth of a tiger!"

"Hum! If Lord Zhuo falls because of this, we will fight with Zhu Yangchi and Ling Xinghai even if we die!"

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In the city of God, countless monks put down their fear and were ready to fight with the two clan armies.

At the moment when Zhuo Wen liberated the holy city of huxu, Zhuo Wen's reputation in their hearts reached a divine height.

"Zhuo Wen, I admire you very much! You not only have the arrogance to talk big, but also have the courage to die!" Zhu Yangchi's eyes were very cold and strange.

Zhuo Wen shook his head and said, "you're wrong! I should admire you two!"

"Hmm? Admire us? What do you mean?" Ling Xinghai asked with a frown.

"I admire you that there is no way to heaven, and there is no way to hell!" Zhuo Wen shrugged.

Zhu Yangchi and Ling Xinghai were completely angered by Zhuo Wen's words. The boy obviously didn't have strong cultivation, but he despised and angered him again and again.

I really think they are soft persimmons. Can you pinch them at will?

"Little bastard, die!"

Zhu Yangchi couldn't hold back at first. He stepped across the sky and lit an immortal flame of terror all over his body.

The huge universe behind him is full of sky fire mines and giant volcanoes spewing magma.

Where Zhu Yangchi passed, material vaporized, space burned nothingness, and the momentum was particularly frightening.

Ling Xinghai leaped forward, crossed an arc in the air, circled behind Zhuo Wen, and just blocked the middle between Zhuo Wen and the divine city.

The palm of his hand twinkles with rich and extreme starlight, which makes people have no doubt that if his palm is blown out, it will be frightening.

"Are you still so big? I've given you many opportunities. Unfortunately, you can't grasp it once!"

Zhuo Wen saw that Ling Xinghai just cut off his retreat and didn't fight with Zhu Yangchi. He couldn't help shaking his head.

Ling Xinghai sneered at Zhuo Wen. It was just another big remark made by his self-esteem.

Boom, boom!

Zhu Yangchi was very fast, wrapped in the terrible high temperature, and swept in front of Zhuo Wen in the blink of an eye.

He hit him with a fist, which burned the sky fire as if it would never go out.

Zhuo Wen looked calm, slowly raised his right hand, opened his five fingers, and squeezed Zhu Yangchi's powerful fist.

Then, inside and outside the holy city, countless monks were stunned to find that Zhu Yangchi's fist was enough to startle the world and cry ghosts and gods. Zhuo Wen held it lightly and couldn't move.

Zhu Yangchi's pupils shrunk. He roared and wanted to draw back his right fist, but he found that his right fist seemed to be in a mire and could not be drawn out.

"In the later period of the great disaster of heaven and earth? It's really a little weak!"

Zhuo Wen looked bland, his mouth slightly tilted, and said a sarcastic remark that made Zhu Yangchi almost spit blood.

"You're dead!"

Zhu Yangchi felt greatly insulted, and his eyes became blood red. His left fist and legs turned into a terrible weapon and blew away at the key point of Zhuo Wen.

At the same time, Zhu Yangchi's whole person was burning a terrible flame, enveloping Zhuo Wen's whole person.

In addition, Zhu Yangchi did not give up. In the world of heaven and earth behind him, countless volcanoes erupted, one magma spewed out, condensed in the sky, and turned into a dragon made of magma.

The dragon is extremely powerful, its scales are clearly visible, and a pair of fiery wings are derived from its back.

With a roar, the Dragon rushed out of the heaven and earth world, dived down, opened his mouth and wanted to swallow Zhuo Wen.

Zhuo Wen sneered, without any action.

Zhu Yangchi laughed proudly, his limbs were like weapons, and began to fiercely attack Zhuo Wen, so that he could not spare his hands to resist the huge dragon that was about to be crushed.

Zhuo Wen naturally saw Zhu Yangchi's intention and didn't say anything. He just saw the move and broke it down, completely ignoring the approaching giant magma dragon.

"Be careful!"

In the holy city of huxu, everyone screamed and reminded Zhuo Wen.

"It's late!"

Zhu Yangchi laughed wantonly. The lava dragon was only a foot away from Zhuo Wen. It only took half a breath to completely penetrate Zhuo Wen's body.

In the eyes of countless people, the lava dragon roared. When it was finally going to completely penetrate Zhuo Wen's body, a sword light rose to the sky.

When a sword comes out, it will shine in the sky. The sword Qi is vertical and horizontal, hundreds of millions of miles around.

Then, the magnificent magma dragon stagnated in the void.

The head of the huge dragon, which was a foot away from Zhuo Wen's back, suddenly tilted. The huge dragon head was cut off, fell from the air and finally fell to the ground.

The huge dragon body is fused into countless magmatic liquids, which break up into countless black solidified magma in mid air.

After the magma dragon was beheaded, the people saw the true face of the sword light.

A magic sword with three colors of purple, gold and black flashed out and surrounded Zhuo Wen.