There are no words that can accurately describe the mood of the Haotian Sword God at this moment.

Shock, dissatisfaction, fear, inferiority?

After Lu Zhuo slashed out the two Sword Emperor swordsmanship one after another, the Haotian Sword God knew that he had failed.

No matter if he had the Supreme Golden Dragon Sword in his hand, or some other swordsmanship, he was still defeated at this moment, and the defeat was ugly, and he was defeated in the hands of a god with a return to the void.

However, the Haotian Sword God was still a little proud when he thought of this, although he was defeated by the Transformation God, but he could be regarded as having received the Four Swords Emperor Sword Technique, plus the words of the Temple Elder, he had received the Seven Swords Emperor Sword Technique.

Who in the world can do it?

I'm afraid there aren't many of them.

You must know that when the Zhu Wu Brigade was still there, killing the God King was like slaughtering a dog, and he couldn't even use the Great Emperor's swordsmanship, and he was proud of himself who could take on the Seven Swords Emperor's swordsmanship so far!

"You're dead!"

The Haotian Sword God who came down from the dragon thought a lot, and although there was still a distance of dozens of zhang between him and Lu Zhuo, Lu Zhuo's mouth at this moment said calmly and clearly, and it was clearly transmitted to the ears of the Haotian Sword God.

The Haotian Sword God stood on top of the golden dragon in the air, and the huge Vermilion Bird Phoenix Shadow and the cyan Divine Dragon on the ground became more and more condensed, and then the golden dragon collided with the Vermilion Bird Phoenix Shadow and the cyan Divine Dragon.

Bang bang bang!

Several collided, and the air in the sky suddenly exploded, and the five-zhang deep land below was originally trampled into ash by Lu Zhuo, and at this moment, cracks were also produced in the extremely deep ground, and even magma emerged from the cracks, such a terrifying destructive power, many people were dumbfounded.

"Broken!"

Lu Zhuo raised his head and looked at the Haotian Sword God who was engulfed by the Vermilion Bird Phoenix Shadow and the Cyan Divine Dragon, and a low shout burst out from Lu Zhuo's throat, and suddenly the Haotian Sword God and his Supreme Golden Dragon Sword were directly disintegrated!

With a bang, several swordsmanship turned into phantoms disintegrated.

The golden and silver rain of light in the sky slanted out from the sky, and countless eyes were also firmly fixed on the field, where a large area of the ground was missing, forming a deep pit hundreds of zhang wide, and there was magma erupting from the ground.

When everyone looked down without blinking, there, a black-clothed figure walked out from the golden rain of light!

It's Lu Zhuo!

This battle ended with Lu Zhuo's complete victory, and at this moment, the corpse of the Haotian Sword God was even directly bombarded into scum!

There is no proof of any existence in the world!

In the eyes of the monks of the Heavy Imperial Art City, Lu Zhuo used the body of a god to kill a powerhouse who returned to the void with four swords!

This terrifying power made almost everyone present have a feeling of suffocation, everyone's hearts were extremely shocked, and the Imperial Art City suddenly became silent, everyone looked at Lu Zhuo, and an extremely fanatical look appeared in their eyes, everyone knew that this battle in the Sword Domain Imperial Art City was bound to shake the entire Dongsheng Shenzhou soon.

At that time, I am afraid that the entire Dongsheng Divine Prefecture will be shocked, and another sword cultivator with even better qualifications than Emperor Zhu Wu will appear!

"Ahem"

And after Lu Zhuo walked out, he really couldn't bear it, and his body staggered, and he almost fell directly to the ground.

And many monks in the surrounding darkness saw this scene, and their eyes were red!

Many people thought of a possibility, if Lu Zhuo had beheaded the Haotian Sword God, but Lu Zhuo was still a god-transforming monk after all, even his spiritual power was extremely limited, and after killing the Haotian Sword God, Lu Zhuo would probably have no spiritual power!

"Kill him? He has the treasure of healing, as well as the emperor's weapon and the emperor's sword technique! Now he is extremely weak, as long as he kills him, it will be mine!"

Although there were Imperial City monks and scattered cultivators who took action to resist the lonely elder, and there were many monks who hid in the shadows and kept making moves, when they saw Lu Zhuo's weakness at this time, many of them were red in front of them, revealing a greedy look.

Soon someone will be moving!

Dozens of zhang away from Lu Zhuo, a purple-clothed god cultivator suddenly rose from the ground, and without saying a word, he killed the weak Lu Zhuo!

"Boy, you are certainly powerful, and you can be regarded as a genius in sword cultivation, but now I'm afraid it's already the end of the strong crossbow! I'll take your treasure!"

The purple-clothed monk looked crazy when he made his move, and at the same time he roared loudly.

Boom!

The purple-clothed monk soon came to Lu Zhuo, and hit Lu Zhuo's chest with a palm, and the purple-clothed monk was afraid that Lu Zhuo would still have the strength to resist.

But when the purple-clothed monk's eyes lit up, Lu Zhuo slowly stretched out a palm, but the speed was not as fast as himself, and even when the purple-clothed monk's palm was imprinted on Lu Zhuo's chest, and Lu Zhuo vomited blood, Lu Zhuo's hand was also imprinted on the purple-clothed monk's body, but it was like tickling!

"Hahaha!"

The Purple Monk was shocked at first, and his scalp was a little numb, but after he was really slapped on the ground, he was unscathed, which made the Purple Monk even more rampant!

"Hahahaha! Genius Sword Cultivation, Emperor Weapon, Great Emperor Sword Technique, Turning God into a Void, But! So what? Today, a genius like you died in my hands, it's really happy!"

The purple-clothed monk laughed wildly, he and Lu Zhuo had no grudge, the only thing he could do was to covet the treasures on Lu Zhuo's body!

"You shouldn't make a move" Even though Lu Zhuo lost his spiritual power because of the slashing out of those swords, he didn't even react at all, and he couldn't summon the pothos in the sea of knowledge, but Lu Zhuo was still very calm at the moment.

Just because Lu Zhuo knew that he would not die at this moment, although he couldn't even release his divine sense, Lu Zhuo also felt that the temple elders behind him were already rushing over!

At the same time, there were several powerful auras rushing towards him, which did not require divine sense, just intuition to detect.

"What are you talking about? I shouldn't make a move? If you don't talk about me now, I'm afraid not a single Yuan Ying is an opponent!" And the purple-clothed monk couldn't understand Lu Zhuo's words, and raised his hand high, ready to break through Lu Zhuo's sea of knowledge!

At this time, Lu Zhuo just smiled calmly: "If you run now, you still have your life left." ”

"Hahaha! What nonsense is grinding, chirping, and dying" The purple-clothed monk still didn't believe Lu Zhuo's words, raised his hand, and was about to pull out Lu Zhuo's sea with one palm, his whole body froze, motionless.

Immediately afterwards, a blood line suddenly appeared from the purple-clothed monk's forehead, and this blood line gradually began to nourish blood, and soon the bloodline became bigger and bigger, and the purple-clothed monk was directly cut in half by a sword from behind!

When the body of the purple-clothed monk fell to the ground from in front of Lu Zhuo, Lu Zhuo saw the Dugu elder standing behind the purple-clothed monk!

Elder Dugu was covered in blood at the moment, and there were almost corpses everywhere behind Elder Dugu!

Even a few feet behind Elder Dugu, there was an unknown monk whose legs and arms had been cut off, and at this moment his body was bleeding and coughing up blood in his mouth.

After the nameless monk saw Lu Zhuo looking at him, he coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, and said with the last trace of strength: "Ahem, cough boy, although I don't know you, but these scum of the human race in the Sword Gate must die!"

The nameless monk said this, his head tilted, and he died on the spot.

(End of chapter)