White Sun Soul Flame is a soul magic skill that ignites the deepest magic power of the soul!

Aatrox is a true saint-level powerhouse, and his magic power is like a sea of conquest, but despite this, Wu Wenxu's move still made Aatrox feel tremendous pressure.

The four corners of the magic mountain in his body were crumbling into nothingness, he had no way to extinguish the white fire that was entwined around his soul, he understood that if he wanted to extinguish Bai Yan, the only way was to kill Wu Wenxu!

"Warriors, either for glory or for praise. However, this is only for the sake of war. ”

The Darkspawn Sword Demon breathes proverbs about honor.

He is not a stupid and vulgar idiot, he will not despise Wu Wenxu because he is a trash pinched to death with one hand, in fact, from this moment on, Aatrox has regarded Wu Wenxu as a real opponent.

"Whoa!"

It was like a loud sound of the cloth being torn, and a large cloud of blood mist burst out of the sky.

I saw the cracked wounds on Aatrox's back, and suddenly opened out huge scarlet wings, and the wings that were torn off by the barbarian king Tedamir were instantly reborn.

Aatrox's body turned into an afterimage.

A scarlet shadow of blood that resembles light and wind.

Almost at the same time, Wu Wenxu's ankle turned slightly, leaving only a shallow arc on the surface, and the dark red flocculent fire suddenly disappeared in place.

"Boom!"

The blood shadow in the sky, which was almost unrecognizable to the naked eye, actually fell towards the earth with an even more rapid speed, and everyone heard a dull boxing sound, the low impact sound, as if it were a mountain.

"Boom ......"

The hard frozen soil was like tissue paper, which shattered and collapsed, and the huge boulders seven or eight feet wide turned into terrible powder, tearing the earth apart and full of devastation.

The scarlet blood shadow had been falling nearly ten feet deep into the ground, and before everyone could react, the surface of the ground shook suddenly, and the endless powder burst out of the rubble like rain, and Aatrox had fallen back into the sky.

"I forgot, you still have the ability to cut your throat."

Aatrox's chest cavity on his right cavity collapsed slightly, burning with bits and pieces of dark flame.

He wiped the dark red blood from his lips, and there was an intriguing battle intent in his eyes.

"It's a Throat-Cutting Battle......"

Couch felt a chill run down his neck.

It is still a half-saint cultivator, Wu Wenxu has already beaten Aatrox so embarrassed with one punch, if he really enters the holy level, that punch may have pierced the chest of the Dark Descent Sword Demon!

Wu Wenxu's right fist was wrapped around a dark red skull flame dragon, and the pure element of the seventh forbidden spell in the world, the death of the skull flame, seemed to be mixed with unstable, but naturally destructive elements.

It was the same pure black magic particle, like the Skull, about the elemental origin.

Aatrox finally understood the existence of the stone tablet held in Wu Wenxu's hand.

Others may not know the history of the First Age, but he knows it well......

Deus Yutos Pound, the first Dark King to unearth dark magic, the Emperor who ruled the Shadow Realm for thousands of years, he was the initiator of the third forbidden spell in the world, and he was once invincible!

Aatrox was shocked.

What kind of chance did Wu Wenxu have to obtain the true inheritance of the Dark King, and what was the structure of his body, which could actually contain the origin power of the three forbidden spells?

But at the same time, he also deeply understood that if he didn't kill the Demon King today, no one in the Valoran Continent would be able to stop his growth in the future.

He is a guy who is bound to step into the legend, and he is his biggest obstacle.

So, he had to die.

The lord was also a little surprised in his heart.

That punch seemed to be a light blow, but in fact, Wu Wenxu had already used the power of the seventh layer, and he knew the power of that punch, however, it only caused Aatrox to suffer some minor injuries, and even his body was not broken!

Sure enough, it is a holy ten, a powerful holy ten.

The two of them were a hundred feet apart, each standing still, and the two pairs of eyes with different pupils contained the same fiery battle intent.

Wu Wenxu shot again.

The battle of cutting the throat allowed Wu Wenxu to appear behind Aatrox without any gap, in an instant.

The gray dagger made a crisp sound on Aatrox's neck, and Wu Wenxu threw another fist at Aatrox's heart, and the explosive wind and the extremely hot fire directly tore the space apart, weighing as much as a thousand catties!

A trivial mockery tugged at the corner of Aatrox's lips.

When the dark red Skull Flame Dragon punch hit Aatrox's chest, Wu Wenxu's face became a little pale.

Wu Wenxu's right fist swelled with a burst of heart-piercing pain, and the skeletal dragon head that swirled around his fist and arm suffered an incomparably sharp slash from a sword, and the entire dragon head was directly split in half, and the skull Yanhuang Dragon Fist was instantly wiped out.

Wu Wenxu withdrew his bloodied right hand, and then looked at the palm, there were three hideous deep blood marks, and countless fine sword marks, if it weren't for the Skull Yanhuang Dragon Fist to protect the palm, Fang Cai's own palm should have been cut off.

The immediate target is not Aatrox at all.

It was the living magic sword in Aatrox's hand, the magic sword that was close at hand, exuding bloody and monstrous aura, fortunately, Wu Wenxu's soul was pure and the will was extraordinary, otherwise he would have fallen into a killing spiritual chaos at this moment.

"Your soul elegy can plunder my magic, and my magic sword can draw your blood."

Aatrox's magic sword was spread with pulses and afterimages of blood, and it was shaped like a centipede, bending and stretching, and even speaking.

"Brush!"

Without waiting for Wu Wenxu to react, the three sword gangs burst out from the magic sword one after another with a bloody aura.

"Sonorous ......"

The ten skulls automatically protected the lord's body, and the three twenty long and wide giant swords were held by the skull's outstretched bony hands, shattering countless bones and fires, and making a sound of destruction with tooth acid.

The three sword gangs cut off Wu Wenxu's six tails.

The lord's cheeks were also bloodstained, which were caused by the sword qi breaking through the defenses.

"The more wounds you have on your body, the stronger my strength becomes, and you can't defeat me."

The pure blood that Wu Wenxu had shed had completely turned into Aatrox's majestic life force, which helped Aatrox heal the wounds in his chest cavity, and even the wounds left by his previous fight with Tedamir.

"Half-saint, it's just a defective product of the holy rank."

"In front of my Sanctuary, you are always a struggling ant!"

The Sanctuary of Aatrox is a sword, the Domain of the Blood Sword.

That sword came out with him, killing millions of people, he can transform into a sword, or he can make the sword into a deity, the magic sword continues, he is immortal and immortal!

Wu Wenxu had fought against Mo Dekaiser and deeply understood the power of the Sanctuary.

Now he is in the domain of Aatrox's blood sword, and Aatrox knows everything about it, and if he doesn't smash that magic sword, he has no chance of winning.

So Wu Wenxu also pulled out a sword.

A slender broken sword.