Chapter 147

Boom!!!

Wucheng shook again.

Shen Lang felt the vibration under his feet and frowned, "what's going on?"

"Little Lord, something is wrong."

The demon moon looked at the blood sucked into the ground, and her face was frozen.

"Huh?"

Shen Lang also saw something strange on the ground and said in a deep voice.

"Swordsman, send a message to Simon and tell them to be careful.

If there is an uncontrollable crisis, withdraw quickly.

The poison city meets. "

Kaka, Kaka!!!

The ground began to crack inexplicably. In a short time, the whole Wucheng was full of cracks.

"What's going on?"

"What happened?"

At this time, the blood devil array shrouded in the sky also began to dim.

"Look, the blood devil array is going to disappear."

"Gone, gone, go."

"Get out of this damn place first."

The surviving warrior saw that the blood demon array had disappeared and quickly fled out of the city.

The near death of this Wulin conference left them with lingering fear. It is estimated that they will leave a shadow on their hearts in the future.

Just when Wucheng shook to the extreme.

Suddenly a dazzling white light rushed into the sky.

As the white light rushed out from the underground of Wucheng, a thrilling breath burst out.

"No, little Lord, let's go."

When the sword Saint felt the breath, his face didn't change.

Whoosh!!!

As soon as the swordsman's voice fell, Shen Lang shot out of Wucheng at the fastest speed.

Demon moon Gao Jianli and others also ran away without hesitation.

"Go!"

Ximen chuixue and Li Chenzhou rushed to the sky without saying a word.

Ji Wudao, the corpse control sect and the bloody ghost did not dare to stay, and fled quickly.

Hum!!!

It was like the sound of laser scanning, coming from the cracked underground.

As soon as the sound sounded, I saw a huge ripple spreading around.

"Not good."

Seeing this scene, the sword Saint suddenly changed his look. He pinched the sword formula with his hand, and a sword idea rushed into the sky.

Countless energy swords appeared in the air to form a huge sword net, which fell in front of the sword saint to resist the inexplicable ripples.

Kaka, Kaka!!!

The sword net composed of energy sword begins to break inch by inch when it comes into contact with the ripple. The sword Saint looks dignified and constantly condenses the energy sword to consolidate the sword net.

Shen Lang and others looked pale and prayed that the sword Saint could resist the inexplicable ripple.

At this time, the trees and boulders around Shen Lang were cut off by this inexplicable ripple. Seeing the destructive power of the ripple, Shen Lang and others couldn't help trembling. They didn't know that if this ripple swept them, it would be no better than those trees and boulders.

Shen Lang is protected by the sword saint. Others are not so lucky.

In an instant, the bodies of the people swept by the waves flew away without any resistance. A high one was cut off from the waist and a low one from the chest. Blood gushed, and the scene was extremely bloody.

"Is this him? What is it?"

Luo Tiandi cursed as he ran away.

This Wulin meeting has given Luo Tiandi a chance to die.

He was almost killed by the blood demon sect and the corpse control sect. Needless to say, Zhao Jiuzhou, the sect leader's favorite disciple, disappeared inexplicably.

Before he could find it, Wucheng suddenly changed again. This series of changes, even with his state of mind of practicing virtual state, almost collapsed. It was like wandering in front of the death gate. The big rise and implementation was beyond the endurance of ordinary people.

Just as the white light of Wucheng soared into the sky, the whole Zhenwu continent shook.

Whether it is the devil sect door hidden in the mysterious space or the authentic sect door in Xianshan blessed land, they were all shocked.

Some people in the zongmen station of those great forces rose into the air and looked in the direction of Wucheng.

"What is this?"

A Taoist wearing a Taoist robe and a purple gold crown in the station of the three gates in the eastern region looked unchanged when he saw the white light.

In the Buddhist kingdom of the western regions, an old monk looked at the white light and whispered.

"Tianzhu sword."

The ripple swept tens of thousands of meters before it gradually disappeared.

With the disappearance of the ripple, within tens of thousands of meters, only a few hundred people are still alive, and all the rest are hanged by the sudden burst of ripple.

All trees and boulders within ten thousand meters of Wucheng were cut off by the waist, and the cuts were neat, as if they had been cut off by swords.

Even the mountains and rivers were not spared. The whole mountain peak was cut from the middle. There were mountains falling to the ground, and the earth shook for a time.

Click!!!

The sword net that the sword Saint just resisted the ripple also disappeared with the dissipation of the ripple.

As soon as the sword net disappeared, the sword shaped mark in the center of the sword saint's eyebrows dimmed.

"Poof!!!"

A mouthful of blood spewed out, and the sword saint's tall and straight body couldn't help shaking.

"Are you okay?"

Shen Lang stepped forward and asked with concern.

The sword Saint took a breath and said pale, "it's all right, just a little internal injury."

.....

On the top of a mountain ten thousand meters away, Mangu and Fang Miaoer looked at the tragedy of Wucheng with lingering fear.

After failing to catch Shen Lang, they left Wucheng, which Fang Miaoer's father had told them in the photo stone.

"Miss, let's go. What's left is the task of Changsheng hall."

Mangu turned around and resisted Zhao Jiuzhou and others on his shoulder.

"Yes."

Fang miao'er took a deep look at Shen Lang, who was protected by the sword saint and others, and turned to follow the barbarian bone to leave.

......

"Look, there seems to be a sword in the sky."

A surviving strong man who transformed the virtual environment pointed to the sky and exclaimed.

At this time, it was bare here. Everyone listened clearly to the words of the man who turned the weak into the strong.

When all the people stared into the air, their faces did not change.

"Sword?"

The next moment, Shen Lang suddenly looked active and hurried.

"Sword saint, come on, send a message to Simon chuxue and tell him that he must take the sword."

Many people react the same way as Shen Lang.

How many people can live to the present are simple people?

Those warriors rushed into the air and rushed towards the sword.

An ownerless sword can make such a great momentum. How strong will they be if they get this sword?

Just as the crowd rushed to the sword suspended in the air, there was a sudden sound of breaking the air in the distance.

I saw two mysterious men in black robes flying at top speed.

Their momentum is very strong, and the space around them is constantly distorted.

"It's dark."

As the two approached, one of them suddenly emitted black gas. In an instant, hundreds of meters around Tianzhu sword were shrouded in black fog.

"Make a quick decision. My strength has not been restored. I can only stick to ten interest rates."

Father Heifeng said in a deep voice.

"Ha ha, don't worry. They are all small miscellaneous fish. It won't take much time."

The God of war will laugh wildly.

"Are they?"

Shen Lang has vaguely guessed who is coming.

After the master of Heifeng and the fighting God general, a burst of breaking wind sounded in the far air.

This man's momentum is not weaker than the fighting God general, and even faintly stronger than them.

The visitor was about 50 years old. His long hair was tied behind his head by a string at random. His face was like a knife, axe and chisel. The water caltrop was clear. As the man approached, it gave people a sense of boundless dignity.

At this time, the God of war will have started a war with the people who rushed to the heaven to kill the sword.

The God of war burst into the sky. In an instant, he violently punched the people who rushed to the Tianzhu sword.

With this blow out, the fighting spirit of the fighting God General reached a peak.

The fist breaks the void, the mountains and rivers break!

Dou Zhanshen's fist is magnificent and powerful. The surrounding space is constantly broken. He can't bear his full fighting fist at all.

"Not good."

The warriors shrouded in the dark sky turned pale when the God of war was about to punch.

Boom!!!

The black fog rolled and the shadow of people flew. Those who rushed to Tianzhu sword fell to the ground one after another under the fist of the God of war.

"Ha ha, a bunch of bastards dare to dye the finger heaven killing sword."

The God of war will laugh wildly and rush to Tianzhu sword.

The people who were shot down to the ground looked ugly and gnashed their teeth in hatred. If they were not injured and the black fog suppressed their strength, would they not be able to take a punch from the God of war.

However, although they are not angry, they have to admit that the fighting God will be really strong.

Even if they are injured and suppressed by the dark sky, it is impossible to beat all of them back with one punch if they are strong in the general cave virtual environment.