Standing in front of the man in the white shirt, Da Zhu Wuhuang stretched out his hand to untie the black robe on his body.

Even in the chaotic darkness, a thousand leaf armor emitted a black-purple lustre.

As soon as the Chiba Bundle Armor came out, the aura of the Great Zhu Wuhuang was climbing at a terrifying speed.

The purple mangs will support the meridians of the whole body, and in addition to the two lotus platforms in the dantian continuously transporting the purple mangs to the outside, the lotus buds seem to have the possibility of blooming at any time.

Even the Chiba Bundle Armor is moving in a rhythm of great vitality.

The old man who was a little unconvinced by what Emperor Zhu Wuhuang said on the side was just about to open his mouth to refute, but after seeing Emperor Zhu Wuhuang's rising realm, he swallowed the words directly into his stomach, and then let the cultivators carry him back.

Emperor Zhu Wu slowly opened his eyes, and a wisp of purple light overflowed from his eyes.

His arms shook in the air, and the Chiba Bundle of Armor squirmed with it, and the purple glow bloomed in the darkness, dispersing the approaching Nirvana matter.

Maegels, who watched this scene from afar, high-fived him excitedly, "I'll just say that this guy must be hiding his strength!"

Fuluan, who looked like a mad demon, brushed away the messy hair in front of him with his hand, and looked at Emperor Zhu Wu fixedly, his eyes full of covetousness.

Emperor Zhu Wuhuang was disgusted, and directly raised his hand to blast out a purple mang.

The purple light tore through the darkness, and there was no accident in the heart of Fuluan.

Suddenly, the purple light was thick, covering the surroundings for a moment.

When the purple mang dispersed, Emperor Zhu Wuhuang's heart was slightly stunned, and Fu Luan, who originally thought that he would be hit hard, actually stood in place and did not move for half a minute.

A large hole was torn out of the white shirt on his chest, and the flesh and blood on his heart were blurred.

Blood gushed and soaked the shirt along the wound.

Immediately afterwards, Fu Luan lowered his head and touched his flesh and blood blurred heart with his hand, and looked at Emperor Zhu Wu again, and there was a little more excitement in his eyes.

"I knew that damn guy's saber couldn't have appeared here for no reason, so that's the case, you should be the next generation of Haoshen!"

Fu Luan laughed wildly, and his eyes were full of excitement and retreat, "Since you are the next generation of Hao God, then killing you now can be regarded as avenging my 100,000 years of lonely celibacy!"

Great Zhu Wuhuang snorted coldly, "I'm here at any time, it depends on whether you have the ability to take my life!"

Fu Luan smiled weirdly, the previous madness was gone in an instant, and the tattered white shirt on his body was also incinerated by the nameless fire at this moment.

As the white shirt disappeared, the imaginary freedom of streaking did not appear.

Somehow, the flowing clouds and flames covered Fuluan's body, and along with the smoke of the flowing clouds and fires, there was also the breath of Fuluan itself.

His aura also climbed at an extremely terrifying speed, but it rose to an unbelievable level in an instant.

When the flames of the clouds dissipated, Fu Luan, who was wearing a fiery red robe that was full of force, looked at him with an evil smile.

Emperor Zhu Wu, who originally didn't put Fuluan in his eyes, also had to face it squarely.

Although he was vague in judging from his breath, he could still easily detect the faint charm on Fu Luan's body.

Coupled with the Haoshen Sabre, he definitely has a chance to inflict a heavy blow on Emperor Zhu Wu.

Thinking of this, Emperor Zhu Wu no longer hesitated, and struck first, hoping to inflict a heavy blow on him.

The purple mang, which was like a running dragon, swept out, turning into more than a dozen staggered horses and strangled towards Fuluan.

Fu Luan immediately raised his saber to block it, and Zi Mang Pi Lian collided head-on.

In an instant, the magnificent explosion of martyrdom fluctuated, directly emptying the surrounding dark matter.

Before the purple mang dissipated, two crisp sounds suddenly emanated from the blade of Haoshen's sword, and Fu Luan subconsciously looked up.

A huge fist wrapped in purple mangs slammed into it.

This blow directly knocked Fuluan dozens of meters away.

Taking advantage of people's illness and asking for people's lives, Emperor Zhu Wuhuang has always implemented it very thoroughly.

There was no time to wipe off the nosebleed on his hands, Da Zhu Wuhuang leaned forward, and just when he was about to strike another heavy blow, Haoshen's saber slashed straight at him.

In a hurry, Emperor Zhu Wuhuang, who didn't have time to change his body, rushed up.

The deep coldness that seemed to be able to cut off all connections came from the blade of Haoshen's sword.

The pitch-black blade slashed at the right shoulder blade, and Fu Luan, whose face was covered with blood, looked crazy, and the palm holding the handle of the knife continued to exert pressure.

However, the imaginary pain was not so intense, and Da Zhu Wuhuang, who was already preparing to break his arm, slowly lowered his head and looked at his shoulder blade.

There, the Haoshen Sabre, which can cut off everything, was actually stuck in the gap between the scales of the Chiba Armor, and it was difficult for Rao is Fuluan to increase his strength by half an inch.

The big Zhu Wuhuang who came back to his senses smiled slightly, and the heavy punch that was better than the previous one hit Fu Luan's face again.

After a muffled scream, Fu Luan's figure flew out upside down again.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Emperor Zhu Wuhuang also retreated quickly, and at the same time his palm covered the place where he was slashed by the saber.

Despite the protection of Chiba Armor, the saber failed to cut off his arm, but the sharp sword intent still blocked the blood surging in the meridians in an instant.

The feeling of ice in the marrow was not like a second experience for him.

After quickly recovering his right arm, Emperor Zhu Wu flew straight up again.

This time, nearly a hundred purple rays rushed towards Fuluan with huge force, and the power of its momentum drove away all the chaotic substances in its passing.

One blow to make a contribution! Hundred purple mangs directly surrounded and strangled Fuluan, and a huge amount of mangqi began to crumble and spray with Fuluan as the center.

Nearly half of the heavenly dome was almost completely obscured by the purple glow.

However, this scene lasted only a few breaths, and several flowing clouds and flames suddenly emerged from the intersection of purple rays.

At the moment when the flame clinged to the purple mang, the Great Zhu Wuhuang was keenly aware that the purple mang, which had exploded to the extreme, was rapidly shrinking its scope!

In just a moment, the flowing clouds and fire beams like mottled sparks gathered more and more, and the purple rays shrank rapidly under the encroachment of these fire beams.

Fu Luan's suppressed laughter resounded, and at the end of the intersection of the purple mangs, the fiery red figure burned like flames, and more and more bundles of fire were released from his palm.

When the flowing clouds and fire beams devoured the purple mangs, Fuluan's gloomy cheeks appeared in the eyes of Emperor Zhu Wu again.

In addition to the blood on his face that was beaten out by physical attacks, the hundreds of purple rays that can be called your life compilation album actually did not leave the slightest scar on Fu Luan's body, which had to make Da Zhu Wuhuang wonder if this guy was immune to magic damage.

"Next, isn't it my turn? Fu Luan's eyes began to be filled with a calmness that did not match his countenance, as if he had changed into another person in an instant.

Haoshen's long knife was erected in front of him, as if he was performing some kind of ritual, his eyes closed.

When Fu Luan's eyes opened again, a layer of fiery red mangze suddenly sprang out from the hilt, and soon covered the entire blade.

The Haoshen saber, which had always been pitch black, turned into fiery red in Fu Luan's hands.

"Isn't this broken knife incompatible, how can it be used for personal use, and even enchantment can be done?" For a while, Emperor Zhu Wuhuang fell into deep suspicion.

Unlike the previous passive reception, this time, Fu Luan flew directly and slashed at it with his knife.

Because he didn't have a weapon to take advantage of, Emperor Zhu had to raise his hand and take it hard.

But even if the hands were covered with thick purple mangs, the impact of the Haoshen Saber would not help, and each knife could tear the breath to the greatest extent.

And because Fu Luan added some special secret recipes to the knife body, the Haoshen Saber not only has the characteristics of being cold and cold, but also has an indescribable strange and fiery feeling.

This also led to the fact that every time the Haoshen Saber came into close contact with the Great Zhu Wu Emperor, there would be two different ice and fire experiences that would rampage through his body.

Fu Luan held the knife and opened and closed widely, but the tricks did not appear to be out of order at all, and his breath was steady, and he had obviously devoted himself to studying the sword.

Each knife can break through the defenses of the Great Zhu Wuhuang in time.

With the Qianye armor covered in his body, although he didn't suffer too much substantial damage, the aura of ice and fire that constantly pierced into his body was still uncomfortable for the tormenting Great Zhu Wuhuang.

Unwilling to be a hob meat, he suddenly released the purple mangs that had been accumulated for a while.

Although Fu Luan, who was chopping vigorously, had already noticed it, he was caught off guard and still made the purple mang's fluctuations shake his feet.

Fuluan's reaction was fast, and Da Zhu Wuhuang's reaction was even faster.

The distance between the two was only a few steps away, and Da Zhu Wuhuang directly staggered up, and while avoiding the tip of the knife, he smashed Fuluan's dantian with a punch.

With suppressed cries of pain, Fu Luan's entire body arched into a shrimp shape.

Da Zhu Wuhuang took advantage of the victory to chase and directly beat down a set of combination punches.

Blood dripped into the chaotic heavens, and was soon devoured by the greed of Nirvana matter.

If it was still in the tentative stage before, then this is the moment when the dagger comes out.

The fiery red armor was mixed with blood, and a large amount of breath escaped.

In the dark sky, two completely different rays of light collided at a speed that was imperceptible to others.

Magels looked dumbfounded, "It's too barbaric, could it be that at a higher level of realm, the fight is also a direct hand-to-hand combat?"

The old man, who was also standing aside and had never left, looked at the scene in front of him fixedly, and his eyes gradually moistened.

If before Zhongzhou was destroyed, how much he respected Fuluan, then how much he hated it now.

He couldn't understand why Fu Luan would personally destroy thousands of living beings in Zhongzhou, as well as hundreds of thousands of years of accumulation.

For as long as he can remember, this Zhongzhou is still a wild place, and there is no trace of the existence of any living beings as far as the eye can see, everything is like a sealed landscape.

He especially remembered that he loved to pester this Fuluan ancestor when he was a child, although his temperament was capricious, but he was the only one who doted on him, and even the name Yuqing was given by Fuluan ancestor.

Then, as he grew up, he realized that there were more than a dozen people in this world.

Strange-looking and powerful Inhumans began to fight for the land.

But his ancestors are very powerful, and they can easily defeat the incoming offenders again and again.

It was in this environment that he gradually grew into an adult, and began to choose people from other tribes to marry and have children.

In order to preserve the bloodline, several ancestors are also suitable for marriage, but only Fuluan Ancestor has been single until now.

And he also vaguely heard some nonsense from the mouth of this maverick Fuluan ancestor.

This place, which has been regarded as a home since childhood, is a prison in the mouth of the ancestors.

He never imagined, and could never have imagined, that this Zhongzhou, which he regarded as his home, would one day fall in the hands of this most respected ancestor.

A mouthful of reverse blood overflowed from his mouth, and the old man closed his eyes and fainted.

At this moment, the battle in the sky is in full swing.

Emperor Zhu Wuhuang's set of combination punches was almost half a life, and blood mixed with fragments of battle armor flew one after another.

Just as he was gradually reaching the perfect realm, the sharp long knife cut into the waist and abdomen of the Great Zhu Wuhuang.

The severe pain made Emperor Zhu Wuhuang quickly retreat, only to find that the flesh and blood in his waist and abdomen were blurred.

Fu Luan slowly straightened up, wiped the blood from his face, and showed a triumphant sneer.

Zimang quickly condensed the wound on his abdomen, but the negative effects it brought were still difficult for Emperor Zhu Wuhuang to digest.

The reason why Fuluan almost beheaded Emperor Zhu Wuhuang was because the Chiba armor was not one, and the abdominal armor and the armor skirt were connected by layers of buckles.

Even Emperor Zhu Wuhuang only found out now.

His gaze towards Fuluan gradually became solemn.

This blow was no accident, more like Fu Luan finding his only weakness in the high fight.

"Why, just this blow scared you out of the fight?" Fu Luan sneered.

Great Zhu Wuhuang's gaze was calm, "Next, I will kill you as quickly as possible." ”

"Just you?"

As if realizing that he was being looked down upon, Fu Luan shouted, "Do you really think that you will be a god after receiving the inheritance of the gods?"

Without speaking, Emperor Zhu Wuhuang flew directly and turned into a touch of purple mang.

The place where he passed was dark and retreated, and the sky was full of purple mangs.

And everyone watching the battle would not think that Fu Luan, whose robe was in tatters, would be able to resist this blow.

Everything seems to be a foregone conclusion.

The next moment, a flowing cloud flame burst out from Fu Luan's body, and slammed into Zimang.

The place where the two clashed erupted in the most violent explosion.

Maegers was the first to notice that something was wrong, and hurriedly led the crowd down.

At the same time, the Martyrdom completely swept through the entire Celestial Dome.

The black clouds rolled and dispersed, and the shattered sky dome intensified the progress of the shattering.

Hanging low in the air, everyone looked at the air in shock.

The old man woke up from the martyrdom and hurriedly asked, "What is the result, why didn't I see the two of them?"

One of the cultivators stretched out a trembling hand and pointed to the sky.

Following his fingers, Yuqing looked at the sky.

The chaotic darkness of the devastated sky dome vanished, and in its place, the purple rays and red flames each took up half of them.

And at the intersection of these two colors, there are two figures.

Emperor Zhu Wu's figure was straight, but his face was pale that could not be concealed, and the blood on his waist and abdomen had almost soaked most of the nail leaves.

At this moment, Fu Luan was barely standing still, and it seemed that he might fall down at any time.

The fiery red robe was completely shattered, and his body was covered with deep wounds that could reach the bone.

And Fuluan didn't seem to care about the injury at all, just looked at Emperor Zhu Wu so calmly, the madness in his eyes was no more, only relief.

He seemed to be back to his previous leisurely elegance.