After building the "Divine Fire Gun", Zhong Wen once secretly tested the power of this weapon, because he was afraid of alarming the people in the Floating Flower Palace, he only loaded two spirit crystals at that time, but the test results were already greatly beyond his expectations.

And in order to fight against the Wanjinlou assassins in the Heavenly Wheel Realm, he filled all the eight spirit crystal slots of the "Divine Fire Bolt", and the power of this blow was completely beyond his imagination, and it was not an exaggeration to describe it as destroying the heavens and the earth.

The man in black reacted extremely quickly, and at the same time as Zhong Wen pressed the switch, he had already made a backward leap action, but after all, he couldn't completely dodge the shocking blow of the full load of Divine Fire.

"Ho... Ho ho..."

After the strong light and loud noise, Zhong Wen's embarrassed figure of the man in black appeared in front of him again, at this time, he only had the upper half of his body left, and the part from the waist down actually disappeared, I don't know if it was because the temperature was too high, the fracture of the upper body was quickly dried up, and not too much blood flowed out.

The black-clothed man let out a hoarse roar, his eyes were bloodshot, his left hand kept scratching at the ground, but his right hand still refused to let go of the long sword in his hand.

What a life force this is!

While Zhong Wen sighed at the tenacity of the man in black, he couldn't help but be shocked by the terrifying power of the Divine Fire Gun.

Elder Long wrote in the book that the top-level Divine Fire Gun could even kill the Spirit Venerable Boss, but it was not necessarily pure boasting.

Zhong Wen did not immediately step forward to harvest, but waited quietly to prevent the Jedi counterattack before the man in black died.

After a moment, half of the black-clothed man's body stopped struggling and collapsed quietly on the ground, motionless.

Zhong Wen was not in a hurry, he slowly circled around the body of the man in black for two more times, confirming that there was no danger, and then slowly approached.

When the distance between the two was less than one meter, the body of the man in black lying on the ground suddenly moved.

He opened his eyes suddenly, clenched his right hand with the long sword, and stabbed Zhong Wen in the chest.

Perhaps it was too weak, the man in black at this time no longer had the ability to trap Zhong Wen with his momentum, and the strength of the sword was even more than in its heyday.

But even if he was weakened to this point, the desperate blow of the Heavenly Wheel Master was far from being able to withstand Zhong Wen on the first floor of the Earth Wheel.

However, as if he had expected it, Zhong Wen stretched out his left hand, calmly flicked it, and the long sword uncontrollably shifted its direction, grazing Zhong Wen's left shoulder, and drawing a blood line on his arm.

The power of the Heavenly Wheel Master was less than one percent, and he couldn't completely pull it away with the Transferring Flower Jade, so he was still injured after all.

At the same time, the Divine Fire Gun in Zhong Wen's right hand had disappeared, and in its place was a sword.

A frost-free sword.

The sword in his hand, with the breath of death, stabbed at the man in black who only had half of his body left in front of him.

A sword to kill you!

This was the first time he had used this spiritual skill against the enemy, and when he stabbed this sword, he only felt that the spiritual power in his whole body was frantically surging towards the long sword in his hand, almost squeezing himself dry.

The sword was as powerful as a dragon, piercing the heart of the man in black with an irresistible attitude.

"You pretend to be quite similar, but you're all dead, why are you holding the sword in your hand so tightly?" Zhong Wen complained slowly, and slowly pulled out the long sword pierced in the heart of the man in black.

With a "poof", half of the black-clothed man's body slammed on the ground, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed, his expression was a little unwilling, and he seemed to have a taste of relief.

This time, he finally let go of the long sword in his hand.

Zhong Wen squatted down and ripped off the mask on the black-clothed man's head, revealing an unremarkable face.

Such a face, thrown into the crowd, will definitely not attract anyone's attention.

It was a natural assassin face.

......

When Lin Zhiyun and the others arrived, Zhong Wen hadn't had time to deal with his injuries.

In their eyes, Zhong Wen stood tall on the cliff, holding a sword in his right hand, a bloody human head in his left hand, and his arm was red with blood, like a god and a demon.

"Brother Zhong Wen, this is... That assassin?" Shangguan Jun Yiyu covered the cherry mouth with his hand, looking at the human head in Zhong Wen's hand, his eyes showed a look of surprise, although he knew that this was the most reasonable explanation, he really couldn't believe that Zhong Wen could kill the Tianlun master by himself.

Zhong Wen looked down at Lin Zhiyun, Shangguan Junyi and Nangong Ling, his sharp eyes instantly softened, and he smiled toothily, "No, this is a village man, and if he annoyed me, he slaughtered him." ”

Shangguan Junyi: "......"

Don't be so skinny!

Lin Zhiyun looked at Zhong Wen's bloodied left arm, and made up an unusually tragic battle on his own, and couldn't help but ask: "Zhong Wen, how can you beat him, Earth Wheel cultivator, but it is difficult to break through the defense of the Heavenly Wheel Master." ”

"I once read a book and knew how to refine a spiritual weapon, the 'Divine Fire Bolt', which possessed the lethal power to destroy the world. Zhong Wen knew that if he didn't give an explanation, Lin Zhiyun and Shangguan Junyi would have to stay awake at night, and he didn't hide it, "Thanks to the materials sent by Miss Shangguan today, I have the opportunity to make this weapon." ”

As he spoke, the Divine Fire Gun unconsciously appeared in his hand: "With this weapon in hand, as long as there are enough spirit crystals, under the sneak attack, it will be the Spirit Venerable Boss, and he will kill me with one shot." ”

"Are you saying that this black pipe can kill Lingzun?" Nangong Ling looked left and right at the "Black Iron Pipe" in Zhong Wen's hand, and his tone was full of doubts, "Could it be that the loud noise just now was emitted by this 'Divine Fire Gun'?"

"Exactly. Zhong Wen didn't hesitate, filled the Divine Fire Gun with four spirit crystals, raised the swarthy tube, aimed at the half-cut body of the black-clothed man on the ground who had lost his head, and pressed the switch on the handle.

With the dazzling light and the deafening explosion, the half of the body on the ground instantly turned to ashes, and there was no shape left.

In the shocked expression of the third girl, Zhong Wen put the nozzle of the black pipe to his mouth very chic and blew: "This time I only put four spirit stones, and in the shot just now, I filled all eight spirit crystal slots." ”

"If this weapon in your hand can be mass-produced, I'm afraid it will change the pattern of the entire cultivation world. Nangong Ling instantly thought of the huge strategic significance of this weapon.

Although Lin Zhiyun recognized the power of the Divine Fire Gun, he was still a little puzzled: "No matter how strong the weapon is, in the face of the Tianlun master, it is impossible to have a chance to make a move." ”

"Sister Palace Master, I am the number one physician in the world. Zhong Wen smiled and said, "If you want to make a Tianlun master lose his mind for a moment, it can still be done." ”

looked at Zhong Wen, who was a little improper, but the three girls couldn't laugh.

The young man in front of him, with the cultivation of the first layer of the earth wheel, faced the assassin of the Tianlun level alone, and put himself in a desperate situation, even if he prepared a countermeasure in advance, this plan was far from perfect, as long as there was a slight difference, now he has walked on the Huangquan Road and reported to the underworld.

This will, this courage, made Zhong Wen's not strong body look extremely majestic at this moment.

Suddenly, in the bushes behind Lin Zhiyun and the others, there was a sound of Suosuo, and everyone looked back, and a slender figure came out of the green leaves.

"Senior Sister Wushuang!" Seeing the person coming, Lin Zhiyun exclaimed.

Leng Wushuang was wearing the orange shirt given to him by Zhong Wen, his face was still a little pale, he kept panting, his whole body trembled slightly, the proud curves on his chest were undulating, and he was holding a tender willow in the wind, like a delicate flower.

The moment she walked out of the bushes, her big bright eyes crossed everyone and stayed on Zhong Wen's body, as if Lin Zhiyun and the others did not exist.

His gaze swept over the blood stains on Zhong Wen's left arm, and two lines of tears couldn't stop pouring out of Leng Wushuang's eyes, crossing her pink cheeks, and dripping on her high chest.

Zhong Wen walked up to her with the black man's head and showed it with a smile: "Look, Wushuang, this damn guy actually dares to stab you with a sword, I'll cut off his head and kick it for you." ”

Leng Wushuang still stared at Zhong Wen's injured left arm, not saying a word, just crying silently.

At this time, Zhong Wen was a little flustered, scratched his head and said, "Don't you like to play football, how about I make his head into a night pot?"

With a "wow", Leng Wushuang couldn't control his emotions anymore, and the whole person threw himself into Zhong Wen's arms, crying bitterly, and the tears quickly wet the placket of Zhong Wen's chest.

"It's his blood. Zhong Wen gently held Leng Wushuang's fragrant shoulders and explained softly, "I'm so powerful, how can I get hurt?"

However, his comfort didn't help, Leng Wushuang cried even harder, she suddenly raised two pink fists, and kept beating Zhong Wen's chest, but the fists were soft and soft, without the slightest strength.

Zhong Wen let her little fist beat for a long time, before he gently stretched his arms, hugged her tightly in his arms, smelled the faint fragrance from the girl's body, and felt the delicate body that kept trembling in his arms, and a strong sense of guilt suddenly surged in his heart.

His own impulsiveness, but I don't know how frightened the girl in my arms is.

"I'm sorry to worry you. He hugged Leng Wushuang tighter, put his lips to her ear, and whispered, "Never again, forgive me, okay?"

The bodies of the two were tightly pressed together, Leng Wushuangxiang's shoulders trembled slightly, and a pair of white and delicate little hands were weak and boneless on Zhong Wen's shoulders.

After a long time, she stopped crying, and let out a soft "um" like a mosquito, but curled up in his arms, never wanting to leave.

Immersed in the turbid dye vat of the imperial capital all day long, such pure feelings, I haven't seen it for a long time!

Looking at the young boys and girls embracing each other affectionately in front of him, Nangong Ling actually felt a trace of envy in his heart......