Wu Zihao was furious, what he hated most was people who didn't take the lives of ordinary people seriously, because the invasion of the death world had made these poor people miserable, and now they couldn't even grasp their own lives, and they became grass mustard ants to kill and take away.

If it weren't for the coincidence, he Wu Zihao would definitely be like a person in the city, in the face of this irresistible force, he could only hold his head and wait for death to come.

The most tyrannical killing intent in the heart is as difficult to intercept as a flood beast, and the killing intent is rampant.

The anger in his heart swelled, Wu Zihao naturally did not continue to control his strength, the golden wings flapped hard, and suddenly turned into a golden light that swept across the sky, heading towards the heart slashing.

Thunder!

With a loud shout, the thunder spear in his hand quietly condensed, raised his hand and threw it, and even the air was ignited in the sound of snorting, dragging a long thunder arc to shoot straight into the heart.

As soon as a thunder spear was shot, several of them appeared from Wu Zihao's hand one after another, and shot at the slashing heart that he had just hit, these seven or eight thunder spears firmly locked the slashing heart, and only one of them was enough to kill the great monk of the late Yuan Infant period.

Taken aback by Wu Zihao's sudden force, his heart-cutting body floated into the distance like the wind, his long beard fluttered, and there was no disorder in the crisis, which was quite immortal.

With one hand across his chest, he flipped his five fingers, pinched out the seal knot, and slapped it towards the thunderous spear.

Kendo, the ten-sided sword array!

Ten spiritual powers shot out from between the fingers, quickly condensed into a blue spirit sword, seemed to attract each other, and quickly rotated in mid-air, rolling up a whirlpool with a diameter of tens of meters, and the huge suction force immediately sucked this thunder spear into it, and turned into nothingness under the rotation and strangulation of this sword array.

Bang!

Although the sword array is strong, the destructive power of this thunder spear is amazing, and the thunder power released at the moment of collapse will tear the sword array apart in an instant, and countless spiritual powers will be scattered in all directions, falling into the city and adding chaos.

It's just that in this short breath of time, Wu Zihao has already approached, the killing intent in his tyrannical eyes is cold, the flame sword breaks through the air, and it is clasped into his hand, and the source power in his wings continues to merge with the flame power in the flame sword, and the rich fire source power rises and changes.

With a sword slash out, the blazing flame giant roared out, and even the air was ignited, completely turning a range of thousands of meters into a sea of fire.

The most important thing is that he felt the breath of the source of fire, if he let this flame contaminate his body, it would definitely be a terrible disaster.

I thought that Wu Zihao just now had reached the limit, but how could I have thought that his offensive was wave after wave, and there was no momentum to stop at all, and all the attacks contained source power integrated into them, so that Chopping Heart didn't believe that this person was really just a monk in the Yuan Infant Stage no matter what.

For a while, he could only choose to dodge the attack, and the scorching flames evaporated all the water in the sky, and the bursts of heat made him very uncomfortable, and even the blood in his body seemed to be evaporated.

"Damn boy, is it really that the old man can't kill you? even if I fight for a hundred years of retreat, I will kill you here!"

Like an enraged beast, he let out a roar of rage, knowing that there were hundreds of Sword Sect disciples in the distance, and as an elder, he not only failed to help them, but was also killed by someone who had no power to parry, which was quite a shameful thing.

That's the way it is, sometimes a little external stimulation is enough to make the hearts of the great monks who have cultivated their minds for thousands of years ripple.

Wu Zihao slashed down with another sword, and this huge flame swept out like a long whip, chasing after him, and in the eyes of others, a trace of source power that was hard to find became the cheapest thing in his place, and he could not squander it.

A sword was slashed out, Wu Zihao immediately released the long sword, controlled it with a divine soul, and at the same time, the spear in his hand appeared, turning into a streamer under full speed movement, and appeared on the side of the slashing heart with great speed, stabbing it directly into the heart, and said in a cold voice: "Kill me? Do you have such strength? For those ordinary people who were killed by you, no one can save you today!"

"Presumptuous!"

The heart was shocked, the real anger of the heart surged, and the slightest trace of calm at the end of the day also dissipated invisibly, and this fluctuation was immediately taken advantage of by Wu Zihao.

The sharp spikes of the spear have almost touched the skin of the heart, as long as it is touched a little, Wu Zihao is sure to kill the great monk of this spiritual transformation period in an instant, this is the ability of the demon king, hand-to-hand combat is definitely a terrifying nightmare for monks.

According to the normal rhythm, of course, the heart and body are torn apart, and the Yuan Ying is also in calamity, but this person is a great monk in the spirit transformation period after all, and he is also a monk who is good at hand-to-hand combat, and forcibly raises his shortcomings.

Heavenly Spirit Armor!

The heart-splitting voice was a little deformed, the muscles of the whole body were tensed, and the bun that bound the long hair in the screams was scattered, and the long gray hair was flying, and it was crazy.

Airplanes!

A ripple like a ripple appeared from between the spear in Wu Zihao's hand and the body of the slashing heart, and the spear that was already so close seemed to be stopped by some kind of force, and it was difficult to advance even a little under Wu Zihao's huge force.

Although he didn't directly pierce through the heart-cutting body, Wu Zihao's physical strength was so strong, even compared to the king beast, it was not much inferior, and the power of this blow was huge.

A large mouthful of blood gushed out, dyeing the blue armor floating on his body bright red, and his body fell into the distance like a meteor, although his body was not destroyed, he was also severely traumatized, and he did not have the ability to recover as quickly as the Demon King, and his strength to slash his heart had been damaged.

The heavy damage to his body made him dare not continue to fight with Wu Zihao in close quarters, if such an attack came twice, it would definitely destroy his body, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

The annoyance in his heart has already burned, such a trauma not only threatens his life, but more importantly, challenges his authority, facing many disciples, if such things are spread in the future, where will he, an elder in the spirit transformation period, still have face.

Heavenly Sword!

It's just two simple words, but it gives birth to an indescribable breath of chopping heart, like the ancient that has been silent for thousands of years, at this moment it is awakened from its slumber, not angry but mighty, and the posture of the high seems to be looking down on everything on the earth.

The eyes of the heart were closed, and the light wrapped in a piece of brilliance in the sea of consciousness continued to emit out, breaking through the layers of cover, and it was a strange long sword with a simple and heavy shape.

The dazzling brilliance lingers around the entire sea of knowledge, this sword has no physical shape, like a three-dimensional projection suspended in the sea of knowledge, but it has an endless majestic and ancient atmosphere.

The illusory sword behind the heart slash before finally condensed its shape at this moment, even if it was only condensed by spiritual power, that kind of aura still made people dare not look at it directly.

When a sword comes out, all creatures tremble!

Wu Zihao's divine soul was so powerful, it was not inferior to the Great Cultivator of the Dao Period, and there was also a panicked uneasiness at this moment.

His eyes were indifferent, he glanced at the disciples of the Sword Sect in the distance, and said coldly: "My way is the way of the sword, this sword is the heavenly sword of my Sword Sect, only the disciples who have truly stepped into the spiritual transformation period are qualified to comprehend the sword, this sword is my foundation, you have no regrets if you die under this sword!"

Xuan Tianlong and the others in the distance naturally heard the words of the heart-slashing, and then remembered a rumor in the sect, that is, the Sword Sect had a sword from the Heavenly Realm, something that only the World Realm that had truly ascended to immortal possession, and this sword existed within the Sword Sect.

Countless rumors have long made these junior disciples of the Sword Sect numb, with their shallow cultivation, they didn't take this matter seriously at all, but today they personally got this information from the mouth of the heart, and they were able to witness the demeanor of this Heavenly Sword with their own eyes, what an honor it was.

The disciples stared at the Heavenly Sword with burning eyes, and their hearts turned over in a terrifying manner, this sword has a spirit, in their eyes, the breath emitted by this sword should be immortal energy, and the will from the soul of the kneeling spirit trembled, and even the long sword suspended under their feet trembled, as if they were about to fall into the ground, and they did not dare to coexist with this Heavenly Sword in the sky.

At this moment, the sword intent is pervasive, and it has an inexplicable floating aura, which seems to be an immortal from the heavenly realm.

Chop!

With a finger at Wu Zihao, the hundred-zhang giant sword suspended in the sky immediately turned, slashing towards Wu Zihao's void hundreds of meters away, and the majestic sword intent was vented, not only the strength that tore the sky and the earth, but also the stronger sword intent, which was indestructible.

Burst!

Wu Zihao didn't expect the attack of this sword to be so fast, and with this slash, he broke through the shackles of space and landed directly on him, and the demon king weapon on his chest had no protective effect at all, and was directly cut through a huge gap.

No matter how strong the flesh and blood body is, it has no meaning under this kind of attack, it is cut like paper, if it weren't for Wu Zihao's quick reaction and directly wrapped his body with golden wings and moved sideways, this body may have been cut in two.

That's it, Wu Zihao's body was still extremely seriously injured, even the golden bones were directly cut off, and a trace of flesh and blood was involved under his body, so it didn't become two.

Fortunately, the Demon King's body played an unimaginable role at this moment, and under the nourishment of endless spiritual power, the body healed at a terrifying speed, as long as it was not directly damaged, Wu Zihao's body could be completely recovered.

Huh? Not dead!

Chopping his eyebrows raised, he didn't expect Wu Zihao's reaction speed to be so fast, and the killing blow didn't kill him, which was a bit unexpected, but he was not a little discouraged, and his fingertips were a little bit again, it was still Wu Zihao's deep place.

With the guarded Wu Zihao, where does he dare to resist, he doesn't dare to completely put his hope on the golden wings, this thing has become his biggest treasure, once it is damaged, the consequences are definitely quite serious.

The fall of the second sword, Wu Zihao had no way to dodge at all, this slash was completely unconstrained by space, and there was no time to dodge at all.

At this point, there was no need to continue to preserve the strength, and at the moment when the hundred-zhang giant sword fell, a black iron plate-like thing with a length of more than ten zhang and a width appeared on one side, and the hideous pattern of the beast on it was fascinating, which was the gate of Varian's palace.

While!

The huge sound of impact echoed in this piece of sky, not only did the countless ordinary people in the city below them vomit blood, and even the five internal organs shattered and fainted, but even the disciples of the Sword Sect Jindan Stage thousands of kilometers away also vomited blood and retreated, their faces extremely pale.