Snorted coldly, Wenjie No. 4 didn't put this big knife in his eyes. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info actually ignored the big sword, the divine sword in his hand took off his hand, the divine power in his palm churned, and the purest light energy was mixed with this electric light, directly into the body of the divine sword.

Buzzing, Excalibur went straight to death like a charge.

The Grim Reaper was shocked, and he was instantly stunned by Wen Jie's defeat and injury! He had seen too much death, so he was more afraid of death than anyone else. Seeing the Excalibur coming, he almost subconsciously withdrew the knife to block.

Wen Jie hooked his lips, compared to courage, the god of death lost! The rest is divine power and perseverance, this point, Wen Jie has confidence in himself.

Boom, there was a loud bang, and the earth shook. Countless buildings and trees were destroyed, the wind was fierce, and countless large trees were uprooted.

Wen Jie's figure stepped back and looked at the Grim Reaper coldly. The collision just now, Wen Jie has a little bottom in his heart, and he has a great deal of confidence in dealing with this god of death.

The night of death immediately burst back, and the hand holding the handle of the knife was really numb, and he loosened his fingers to relieve the discomfort in his hand. An An regretted a little in his heart, he underestimated the strength of this Yuyang Divine Monarch, it seems that he can only come up with a killer weapon.

Thinking of this, the god of death was not tempting at night, his five fingers were slightly forced, he clenched the handle of the knife, and the black gas was swirling around his body, and the big knife had been wrapped in black gas, faintly revealing the phantom of countless powerful ghosts with teeth and claws.

"Ghost head knife, no wonder it is such a heavy dead air!" clenched his heart, he didn't dare to be careless, the divine sword in his hand was buzzing, the golden light exploded, and a long divine sword sword qi phantom made the divine sword look more powerful and domineering.

With a touch of the wrist, the sword dance debuted with sword light, which dazzled people, and they couldn't tell which one was true and which one was fake.

With a soft shout, the ghost head knife brought up a ghost cry, and slashed towards Wenjie, and the majestic momentum brought a catastrophe to everything around.

Wen Jie frowned, his eyes narrowed dangerously, and the divine sword slashed through a burst of fire, and the golden light burned brightly. Boom, the sky was instantly cloudy, and the electric god thundered. A large web of electricity was instantly generated, and the Excalibur was connected one after another, and it slammed straight towards the Grim Reaper's ghost-headed knife.

The light and thunder and lightning, the evil ghost in the ghost head knife is like a mouse that sees a cat and immediately hides back. Only the darkiron broadsword remained, which hit the power grid directly.

Countless currents with strong voltage directly passed through the broadsword and transmitted to the god of death.

The god of death was shocked, and immediately put away the big knife, and his body turned into a cloud of black smoke, so as to avoid the tragic fate of being electrocuted into a roast pig.

Wen Jie snorted coldly, and immediately increased the output of divine power, the power grid was infinitely amplified, and the electricity volt skyrocketed. Blinding electric light continued to crackle and explode, and the entire valley was filled with endless electric light.

With an exclamation, the Grim Reaper appeared, avoiding the edge of the power grid, and still retreating with the speed of the power grid's spread.

Appearing, Wen Jie snorted coldly, stepped forward with his sword, and the blade of the sword went straight to the chest of the god of death, tricky and ruthless.

The Grim Reaper had just suffered a loss, and he knew the power of the thunder and lightning, so he immediately turned around and fled.

Wen Jie snorted coldly, and the divine sword with a huge power grid was raised high, holding the sword in both hands, and smashed directly towards the god of death.

Boom, with a loud bang, the ground shook and the mountains shook, and countless onlookers were so frightened that they fled and didn't dare to watch the battle.

The whistling thunderbolt smashed to the ground, turning into a churning pile of smoke, accompanied by dust, and rose into the air, tumbling out of a huge mushroom cloud.

Wen Jie stood proudly in the air, coldly looking at the still churning smoke clouds, his face was cold and murderous.

Raising his hand, a hurricane blew out, instantly blowing away the smoke, revealing the huge crater several meters deep in the ground. At the bottom of the huge pit, a charred figure was lying there, black smoke was still emitting from his body, emitting a pungent smell of paste, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Wen Jie snorted coldly, the sword qi of the divine sword in his hand was horizontal, and the powerful energy drove a gust of wind, whistling towards the figure in the pit.

At this moment, there was a strong murderous aura behind him, and the energy fluctuated violently. The corners of Wen Jie's lips were slightly hooked, and he kept moving, and continued to slash towards the figure in the pit.

Poof, boom, two voices sounded almost at the same time. The figure in the pit was smashed by Wen Jie's sword, and there was not even a slag left.

At this time, the tip of a sharp short knife stabbed into his chest from behind, penetrating the front, and above the snow-bright blade, pale golden blood flowed down the wind, dyed with a snow-white brocade robe.

And behind Wen Jie, there was a grim reaper with a surprised face. I saw that his eyes widened, his mouth opened slightly, and his face was full of disbelief. Immediately, a streak of blood flowed from the top of his forehead and slid rapidly down his nose, mouth, chin, and chest.

Immediately after, with a snap, the body of the Grim Reaper split from the middle and fell to both sides. A black gas came out of the corpse, and it dispersed immediately when the wind blew it.

Wen Jie lowered his eyes and looked at the blade on his chest, frowned slightly, his body shook, and the steel knife immediately left his body and fell to the ground. The terrifying wound, a little bit of golden light, began to heal slowly.

Ignoring his wounds, Wen Jie turned to look at the Grim Reaper, who had been split in half by his backhand sword. That's right, it's a simple backhand sword, the difference is that at this time, the other divine sword is one of the pair of divine swords that Xuan Yue is refining together, and now, it has played a good role.

Came to the side of the Grim Reaper, squinted at his corpse, and snorted coldly: "Cunning old thing!" This is an out-of-body incarnation of the Grim Reaper, not a real body, and moreover, it is just the simplest meat puppet of the Dao, which is nothing at all.

However, the meat puppet refining is so real, and he has also worked hard, and now, this puppet has been broken by himself, and the god of death will inevitably be counterattacked and traumatized.

After thinking about it, Wen Jie still let go of his divine sense to search thoroughly, but he didn't find any trace of the god of death! This old immortal must have been hidden, and now, it is indeed not easy to find him.

frowned slightly, the matter has come to this, I can only give up, and I will talk about it next time. Wen Jieye was a little strange, as the god of death of the ancient relics, why did he do something to hurt himself, could it be that his existence hindered him from doing anything?

However, even if there is really something, friction, he should still think that the Great Tribulation is approaching, and let go of his prejudices? Could it be that his purpose is to contribute to the failure of the Great Tribulation? If so, the Six Realms are gone, what can he get? Wen Jie really didn't understand a little.

After looking around again, he really couldn't find it, so Wen Jie had to leave. This time, the Demon Realm was badly damaged, with a lot of vegetation dying and mountains destroyed. Slowly rising to the sky, forcing out his own blood, wrapped in divine power and slowly swaying like rain and dew.

A little bit of golden blood was sprinkled on the earth, and everything that was destroyed began to repair itself, come back to life, and become the same as before, or even better than before.

The demons of the demon world slowly came back, looking at this magical scene, cheering loudly, and shouting long live one by one. (To be continued.) )