Just when the man holding the staff fell into a brief daze, Zhong Wen suddenly turned his right hand, grabbed the body of the lion's head staff, raised his head and glanced at the strong man wearing a mask: "Soul Thorn!"
The man holding the staff felt a sharp pain in his consciousness and his soul trembled. He groaned in his mouth. He let go of his right hand and could no longer hold the lion's head staff. His burly body fell from the air and fell hard to the ground. His whole body couldn't help but tremble. Although he is not as embarrassed as the Waste Walker, his condition is not very good.
It seems to be related to the strength of the other party's soul.
Seeing that the damage caused by the soul thorn to the two of them was of varying severity, Zhong Wenruo realized something. He used his right palm, which was shining with white light, to exert slight force, and with a "pop", he crushed the lion head staff into pieces.
"I didn't expect there to be such a person in Zizaitian!"
Luo Qingfeng's eyes were filled with surprise and he asked casually to Han Baodiao beside him, "I can't even take a full blow from the stick walker with one finger. Do you know who this person is?"
"I don't know."
Han Baodiao's eyes were dull and he shook his head mechanically. Apparently, he had not fully recovered from the blow of losing his blunt sword.
Luo Qingfeng sighed, and his eyes fell back on Zhong Wen again.
He knew that within a short period of time, Han Baodiao would no longer be in the mood to compete with him.
"Is there anyone else who would like to teach me?"
Zhong Wen threw away the broken lion head staff, and the smile on his face became more and more weird and creepy.
The thin monkey clenched his fingers, clenching his fists loudly, biting his lips tightly with his teeth, and finally suppressed the desire to take action.
He wished he could smash the face of this mysterious man in white with one punch, so as to avenge Fat Toutuo.
However, the tragic fate of the two envoys in Hell Valley undoubtedly told him with bloody facts that this person was by no means a match for him, and taking action rashly would be the same as committing suicide.
"Since you don't want to come."
Unexpectedly, before he could make up his mind, Zhong Wen lost his composure and said, "Then I have no choice but to go there by myself."
"boom!"
I saw the dragon shadow hovering under his feet, and with a loud "bang" sound, it appeared in front of Shouhou Zhang in an instant with lightning speed, raising his hand to grab him head-on.
Thin Monkey Zhang was startled, and when he was about to retreat, he felt a strange feeling covering his whole body. His soul power, physical strength and even mental power were passing away at an unimaginable speed. He soon became extremely weak, his legs went weak, and he almost Unsteady standing.
What method is this?
His expression changed dramatically. He didn't expect the opponent's moves to be so weird. At the critical moment, he gritted his teeth and slammed his palms together with a "pop" sound.
A huge, weird prawn with a blue shell and spikes all over its body suddenly appeared in front of him. Two ferocious curved hooks suddenly thrust forward and stabbed Zhong Wen hard.
He didn't dare to be careless about this man in white with unknown origins and excessive strength. Even though he was at a disadvantage from the beginning, he still tried his best to summon the powerful half-soul body that he relied on most.
The top creature with combat power comparable to that of a soul, capable of dominating the entire psychic sea, Anomalocaris!
Shouhou Zhang did not expect to destroy the opponent with just the strange shrimp, but he was confident that he could delay his attack for a while and escape smoothly.
The next moment, his eyes suddenly bulged fiercely, and he watched in bewilderment as the ferocious and domineering strange shrimp split open inexplicably, turning into dots of dim light, all falling on Zhong Wen, and being sucked clean by him.
"Snapped!"
Zhong Wen's right palm moved forward, pinched his neck, and lifted the psychic sea god general into the air effortlessly.
"you you……"
Slender Monkey Zhang's face was full of panic and confusion. He couldn't figure out why a half-soul shrimp with a strength comparable to that of a god-general couldn't even block his opponent's breath.
What caught his eye were Zhong Wen's eyes flashing with murderous intent.
The five fingers holding his neck were slightly tightened, and he felt the energy in his body passing rapidly, his breathing became more and more difficult, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.
"How dare you, the thief, be so cruel!"
The Flame God Monk has a strong personality and has long been reluctant to see Zhong Wenyao show off his power. Now that he sees him taking the initiative to provoke, he can't hold back. He shouted sharply, raised his right arm high, and a terrifying red spear suddenly appeared in his palm, "Karma" Vulcan gun!"
Zhong Wen chuckled, raised Thin Monkey Zhang's right arm and turned it, actually using the psychic sea god general as a shield to block Yan Xing's flame gun.
"Shameless boy!"
The flame monk was worried about accidentally injuring his teammates. He was about to shoot this shot, but he had to stop it. He felt so aggrieved that he couldn't help but yelled, "You will be punished by God!"
"King Kong subdues demons!"
Seeing his senior brother taking action, Flame Sea Divine Monk naturally would not stand idly by. Just as the two sides were confronting each other, he had silently walked around behind Zhong Wen and struck out with a sudden palm strike. The terrifying giant Vajra palm covered his head with shocking power.
"The golden chamber buries the soul!"
Jin Keli, who had always remained silent, flashed a stern look in his eyes, and golden halos appeared around his body. He suddenly raised his right arm and grabbed Zhong Wen from the air.
A square box with shining golden light appeared out of thin air between the sky and the earth. It was about the size of four or five coffins, and it actually contained Zhong Wen and Skinny Hou Zhang inside.
The four walls of the golden box continued to emit dazzling light, and contained an indescribable mysterious aura that seemed to be able to bypass the physical body and directly cause damage to the soul.
This move of burying souls in the Golden Chamber is a unique secret technique of the Golden Clan. It is extremely powerful, but it does not distinguish between friend and foe.
"ah!!!"
Before Zhong Wen could do anything, Zhang, the thin monkey caught in his hand, was already pale and wailing. It was obvious that he had been injured by the gold box and his soul was in extreme pain.
"Just take action!"
Luo Qingfeng's eyes flashed with light, and he suddenly looked at the two black coffin apostles, "Unless we defeat this man, we won't be able to leave Zi Zaitian alive!"
As soon as he finished speaking, before the two of them could reply, he already started walking and jumped into the air.
The Jealous Apostle and the Furious Apostle looked at each other, nodded to each other, followed closely behind, and rushed towards Zhong Wen, surrounded by black smoke and imposing momentum.
Even if they deliberately disrupt the situation, the two apostles have already realized that if they do not cooperate with others at this moment, once they are defeated by the mysterious men in white, they will probably not be able to leave alive with their unexceptional single combat capabilities.
What on earth am I doing?
Han Baodiao suddenly came back to his senses, slapped himself hard, and then bent down to pick up a branch that was neither long nor short. When he looked up again, his eyes had returned to firmness, and he no longer showed any trace of frustration and dejection.
"Don't cut the big system!"
He softly uttered four words in his mouth, used the branches as swords, and slowly slashed forward. The terrifying sword intent filled the heaven and earth, overwhelming the mountains and rivers.
After experiencing the ups and downs of his state of mind, he vaguely felt that his swordsmanship had actually improved, and his understanding of the third sword in the sky was slightly different from before.
"You actually want to weaken my soul?"
Zhong Wen, who was in the golden box, couldn't laugh or cry, "You really found the right person."
Before coming here, he had devoured too many half-soul bodies, and his soul strength had reached an unbelievable level. He had also absorbed strange shrimps that were comparable to the soul state, and his soul power had skyrocketed again, and there were faint signs of losing control.
At this time, Zhong Wen's head felt swollen and uncomfortable, and he really hoped that someone could weaken his soul a little bit.
Unfortunately, that person was not Jin Kli.
The terrifying moves of the Golden Clan that could directly hit Zhong Wen's soul were like a breeze blowing on his face, like a mosquito bite, and they didn't even make him feel any pain.
"Have you had enough fun?"
After waiting for a few breaths, Zhong Wen glanced at Jin Keli with some disappointment and asked lightly.
"Snapped!"
Just when he looked at him like this, Jin Keli's expression changed. He groaned and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. A golden bead hanging on his chest suddenly shattered, and his tall body landed tremblingly on the ground. Although they are not as embarrassed as the two people who hold the stick and waste their energy, their condition is not much better.
At the same time, the golden box surrounding Zhong Wen also gradually faded, and soon disappeared without a trace.
"Huh? What a magical bead, it can actually protect the soul."
A look of surprise flashed in Zhong Wen's eyes, and he said in wonder, "Otherwise, you would have shed your skin after what happened just now."
After a brief confrontation of souls, Luo Qingfeng, Han Baodiao, the two divine monks, and the two apostles came together to attack.
The six of them are all among the top thirty masters of the Soul Realm in Dianjiang's review, and two of them are even among the top ten. How can they attack one person at the same time?
Facing this terrifying offensive of roaring mountains and tsunamis, Zhong Wen's expression did not change at all.
"Crack!"
With a little force with his five fingers, he broke the thin monkey Zhang's neck, and then dropped the psychic sea god general from the air like a pair of worn shoes.
The next moment, a blue-grey sword about four feet long suddenly appeared in his hand.
"The second sword of Daotian!"
Just listen to Zhong Wen shout loudly, raise the long sword above his head, "Be like the light!"
The sword blade radiated an incomparably bright light, spreading out in all directions with him as the center, covering a hundred miles in radius in an instant!
"Fuck!"
Feeling the tiny dust-like but sharp sword energy particles in the light, Han Baodiao's eyes widened and he shouted in shock, "Nine Swords of Daotian!"
He never dreamed that this man in white who appeared out of nowhere would actually display the unique skill of his cave, the Nine Swords of Daotian.
