Chapter 943

The remaining wind blades still bombarded the three of them. At that moment, the faces of the three turned pale, and they vomited blood and flew out! !

The wind blade spread to the Warlord-level powerhouses behind the three of them. These Warlord-level powerhouses could only utter the screams before dying, but they were cut in half by the windblade.

At this time, the three of Venerable Yan already had a lot of exhalation and less inhalation.

Dispersing Feng Niao's real body, Feng Yanran's eyes focused on Zhuo Wenshu, and after seeing it, she realized that Zhuo Wenshu was more comfortable than herself.

The weapons in the hands of those early-stage Zhanzun-level experts are either the top middle-level holy weapons, or ordinary high-level holy-level weapons, and their bloodlines cannot increase their strength.

On the other hand, Zhuo Wenshu is different. Just the middle-level blood of the divine rank has allowed Zhuo Wenshu's strength to soar to a level far exceeding that of the Zhan Zun class Dzogchen.

In addition, in the past eighty years, Zhuo Wenshu's weapon refining ability has further increased. Although he has not reached the ranks of the god-level low-level weapon refining master, it is extremely close.

Take the weapon in Zhuo Wenshu's hands as an example, it is much stronger than the holy grade high-level weapon, but it is not as good as the divine grade low-level weapon. In other words, it is a semi-divine grade weapon.

Even so, the power of this semi-divine grade is not bad. If it can exert its full power, Zhuo Wenshu's full blow is comparable to ordinary early-stage warriors of the War Saint level.

But seeing the weapon in Zhuo Wenshu's hands, Feng Yanran's face turned red, and she cursed at Zhuo Wenshu in her heart.

Without him, the weapon in Zhuo Wenshu's hands at this time is a long stick, with a small opening at the front of the stick, and what's even more obscene is that, on both sides of the stick, there are two ball-like things pasted on it. on stick.

Look carefully, isn't this a man's...

The raging flames ejected from the front port of the stick, in the eyes of people, seem to be the kind of behavior of men.

Regarding Zhuo Wenshu's wretchedness, not only the corners of Feng Yanran's mouth twitched, Xue Mo and others also trembled all over, Xue Aotian also blushed.

In Lingwu Sect, besides Feng Yanran, Zhuo Wenshu has the best relationship with Xue Aotian. Back then, as soon as Zhuo Wenshu finished refining this weapon, he found Xue Aotian to show off. Bundle.

Xue Aotian is an innocent and good boy, he was curious to ask what it was at the beginning.

Unexpectedly, Zhuo Wenshu pulled up Xue Aotian's pants with a wretched expression, put the weapon between Xue Aotian's legs, and said in an extremely wretched way:

"Brother Aotian, do you look like that?"

Xue Aotian was completely dumbfounded, Zai Chunjie also knew what the thing in Zhuo Wenshu's hand looked like.

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At this moment, Zhuo Wenshu opened his mouth wide and laughed straight away, the level of wretchedness has reached the point of anger.

Fiery pillars of fire continuously spewed out from the front of the weapon. The twelve Zhanzun-level early-stage powerhouses jumped up and down like monkeys, for fear of being accidentally hit by the pillar of fire.

They have seen the power of the pillar of fire.

The first pillar of fire bombarded the bodies of the four Zhanhuang-level Dzogchen peak powerhouses, but they were reduced to ashes without even screaming.

Although they are stronger than those at the Warlord level, they don't think that the power of these fire pillars is just that.

Many practitioners in Lingwu Sect looked at each other in blank dismay. At this moment, Zhuo Wenshu was the only one left in the battle. They could only treat it as if it was a farce. strong.

"Bastard, you are a bastard, you have the ability to fight us with dignity"

One of the early-stage Zhanzun-level strongmen couldn't bear this shameful behavior any longer, and cursed loudly.

"Hey, you need to be able to get in my side. You can yell, yell, even if your throat is broken, no one will come to save you."

The last sentence made everyone's face black.

The early-stage warlord who spoke was like a woman whose virginity had been robbed, and roared in grief and indignation.

This roar is over, and he was bombarded by the fire pillar when he didn't pay attention for a moment.

Visible to the naked eye, the body of this early-stage Zhanzun-level powerhouse melted rapidly. In the end, what impressed everyone the most was the ferocious, resentful, and fearful face of this Zhanzun-level early-stage strongman before he died. , horrified face.

The remaining eleven warrior-level early-stage powerhouses all fell silent, like a clown, it's better than losing their lives.

Zhuo Wenshu had a great time playing, but Feng Yanran was impatient.

"Clerk, get rid of the other party quickly, stop playing"

"Don't mind, sister-in-law, let me play for a while"

Feng Yanran's face darkened, everyone in the Lingwu Sect gulped when they saw this, and stepped back without a trace, focusing their sympathetic expressions on Zhuo Wenshu.

"Zhuo! Wen! Shu! It seems that you really want me to teach you a lesson."

Feng Yanran's gloomy voice sounded, and she kicked the ground hard.

Zhuo Wenshu was taken aback. When he found that Feng Yanran's blackness was comparable to that of coal, he immediately smiled embarrassingly, and said hastily:

"Ahaha, I'll take care of them now"

At this moment, the eleven warriors at the early stage of the Zhanzun class all focused their grateful eyes on Feng Yanran. They would rather die than run around in such a humiliating manner.

If other people know that the three sects of Great Yanzong, Leiyinzong, and Bingyimen will attack Lingwumen, and in the end they will beg for the strongmen of Lingwumen to solve them quickly. Eye-popping.

Perhaps seeing through the relief intentions of these early Zhanzun-level powerhouses, Zhuo Wenshu smiled sinisterly again.

"If you want to die comfortably, how is this possible? It just so happened that I refined a semi-divine weapon some time ago, so you should obediently become my test subjects" m.aishangba.org

Zhuo Wenshu immediately put away the fire-breathing weapon, and took out a small black box from his arms. In front of the box, there were densely packed holes.

Zhuo Wenshu gave a sinister smile and shouted:

"Chrysanthemum Pear Blossom Needle!!"

whoosh whoosh...

With the sound of breaking through the air, dense silver needles shot out from the densely packed holes.

Each of these silver needles has reached the top level of hardness of a holy high-level weapon.

But now Zhuo Wenshu has shot out hundreds of them.

It is evenly distributed to eleven early-stage warriors of the War Sovereign level, but each of them has to bear dozens of silver needles.

ah! ! !

A shrill scream sounded suddenly, and these silver needles mercilessly shot into the buttocks behind the eleven early-stage Zhanzun-level powerhouses, and then shot out from the top of their heads or their necks.

With a thick blood mist, the eleven warriors at the early stage of the War Sovereign level trembled and fell from the sky to the ground, and there was no sound for a long time.

Everyone in the Lingwu Sect was stunned, looking at Zhuo Wenshu who was still laughing, swallowed and spittled, and touched their buttocks without any trace, for fear that Zhuo Wenshu would give them a big ass one day.

It is because of Zhuo Wenshu's behavior today that Zhuo Wenshu got the title of King of Chrysanthemum in Lingwumen.

In this regard, Zhuo Wenshu not only did not feel ashamed, but also looked triumphant.

Hahaha! ! !

The corners of Feng Yanran's mouth twitched, and in the end she couldn't restrain a burst of laughter. Feng Yanran is also a master who is good at punishing people. Seeing the miserable appearance of eleven early-stage warriors at the War Sovereign level, not only did she not show mercy, but her eyes glowed The ran to Zhuowen to write money.

Pinch Zhuo Wenshu's ear

"What did you take out just now, Auntie, I want it"

Zhuo Wenshu's face that was so proud just now turned bitter, and reluctantly took out the 'explosive chrysanthemum and pear flower needle', Zhuo Wenshu was also terribly afraid of Feng Yanran, for fear that Feng Yanran would 'cut off his sons and grandchildren' for him.

"Hmph, a bunch of trash!!"

Suddenly, a disdainful voice resounded above Lingwumen, Feng Yanran and Zhuo Wenshu's expressions suddenly changed, and their gazes shot up into the sky.

Yi Zhongping slowly stepped down from the sky, and behind Yi Zhongping stood nearly twenty Zhanzun-level powerhouses.

"Big... my lord, save... save... us"

Venerable Yan and the other three still breathed a sigh of relief. When they saw Yi Zhongping, their eyes lit up, and they opened their mouths to call for help.

Regarding this, a cold light flashed in Yi Zhongping's eyes.

"Waste that is useless, what's the use for you?"

In an instant, Yi Zhongping slapped three palms in succession.

The second one is delivered! ! Ask for flowers! !