Chapter 640 Fudo Myoko?

"Bitch, take your life..."

Wang Zhou, who is like a madman, is holding a black sword, surrounded by black mist, and the strong wind is stirring, and he is trampling across the void.

Beside him, there was a surging cloud of fire, and there were three thousand Fire Crow Army inside, which was indescribably terrifying.

At this moment, it was as if he was leading a large army, fiercely and majesticly, beheading Lu Xinyao.

Needless to say, just from his expression, one can see how strong the hatred in his heart is at this moment, that murderous aura seems to have condensed into substance, enough to make the void tremble slightly, almost collapsed.

But Lu Xinyao also faced such a furious Wang Zhou, her face was ashen-colored, she didn't have the courage to force it, she just bit her tongue hastily, got a little bit of blood from the tip of her tongue, and wiped it on her red lips, making her red lips even more bright and dazzling.

Seeing this, the three guardians seemed to be crazy, and hurried over. The three of them displayed their strongest supernatural powers at the same time.

But Wang Zhou came with fury, and slashed down fiercely, shaking the void with ripples. The tyrannical force lifted the surrounding ground layer by layer, exposing the exposed rock. Under this force, the three of them were forced to take a step back!

Even his arms were a little numb, and the hand holding the seal was trembling slightly.

"Is this the prestige of Zhongzhou Xiaosheng?"

These three old cultivators were also taken aback, indescribably horrified.

When it comes to seniority in the practice world, Wang Zhou can only be regarded as a junior in front of them, but now that he has actually fought against each other, he realizes that each of these juniors is extraordinary. After all, he is the Supreme Nascent Soul, and his strength is definitely not inferior to them!

"Roar!"

In just a moment, Wang Zhou roared again and slashed for the second time.

The three guardian monsters could only grit their teeth, forcefully pinched their seals and charged forward again.

"The Negative Mountain Envoy..."

Seeing Wang Zhou's ferocity, Lu Xinyao's expression changed drastically, and she shouted anxiously.

The hunchback on the other side of the mountain envoy, even though he was usually at odds with Lu Xinyao and sneered at him, but seeing Wang Zhou's fierce appearance at this time, he didn't dare to be careless.

boom!

But this time the forces of the two sides collided together. Beside Wang Zhou, the three thousand Fire Crow Army screamed in unison. The flames around him rose like a cloud of fire, and they were still fierce. They didn't take a step back. Instead, the expressions of those old monsters changed drastically!

"kill him!"

Seeing this scene, the three monster generals from the other direction also roared sharply and rushed towards Wang Zhou in a hurry.

There are three of them, the tiger demon is followed by more than a thousand ghosts, one is fierce with a trident, and the other has an annoying cry, which is also very powerful.

For a moment, Wang Zhou's figure was almost overwhelmed by so many figures.

After all, he was just free, and his anger was too strong. In addition, the black long knife and the fire crow army were also extraordinary, and all the dark messengers felt an indescribable danger. Naturally, they didn't care about other things at this time, so they came over and beheaded him first!

"I am the Taoist son of the Wang family, can you be bullied by monsters and ghosts?"

However, Wang Zhou was besieged by all the cultivators, but he yelled loudly. The black long knife in his hand swung away the billowing purple flames. The wild fire burned the sky with infinite ferocity.

The three guardians, the ten god corpses, and the three demon generals were all powerful, but at this moment, with the strength of sixteen of them, they couldn't suppress Wang Zhou's arrogance.

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"Don't panic!"

Seeing this scene, Lu Xinyao's face turned frosty: "Since he entered the Dragon Clan's ancestral hall, he has used secret methods to stimulate his potential countless times. Now his body is riddled with holes and mana has already been exhausted. It is all supported by a madness. What is the use? As long as he is entangled, he will die in a short time. Why do we need to do it?"

Following her shout, all the cultivators, who had just been frightened by Wang Zhou's ferocity, trembled, and all of them reacted.

He changed his mind for a while, and just wandered around, intending to consume Wang Zhou to death!

"Fox, you're still pretending to be garlic..."

Before Lu Xinyao could let go of her heart, suddenly there was an angry shout from beside her, Luo Feiling was like a light red luan, flying in mid-air, holding a short knife, swinging layers of ripples, and slashed towards her, her small face was full of murderous intent.

"Little wretch, do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

Lu Xinyao was annoyed by what she called a vixen on the left and a vixen on the right, and her heart was even more pissed off, and she also had a killing intent. She grabbed it with ten slender fingers, and a seven-foot-long heavy sword with a scabbard appeared in the air. She held it in her hand.

"Isn't it great to have a bigger weapon?"

The red dagger in Luo Feiling's hand flickered, and suddenly it became several times bigger, and it turned into a big red knife. When he shouldered it, his prestige immediately rose, and he shouted at Lu Xinyao: "Grandma, I never thought of killing people until I met you!"

As he spoke, he brandished his big saber and slashed at Lu Xinyao.

Lu Xinyao shook off the scabbard and held the epee, unexpectedly she managed to take the saber quite neatly.

It's just that Luo Feiling's knife was quite heavy, and her expression couldn't help changing slightly.

"Kill her!"

The hunchback carrying the mountain envoy hid far away, not daring to approach, but he also roared and used his supernatural powers to attack from a distance.

Luo Feiling went up to the two of them alone, without any fear, but brandished a big knife, jumped up and down, fighting more and more fiercely.

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But at this time, amidst the scuffle, Fang Yuan freed his hands. He did not participate in the battle between Wang Zhou and Luo Feiling. Instead, he took a few breaths and looked at the envoy of King Fudo Ming who was not far away.

"Good job!"

He smiled and said something to Fang Yuan, seeming to praise him: "The illusion that I used unintentionally is even praised by the Lord as excellent. You can actually wake up the person who was caught by her illusion. Even if you use the method that hurts both sides, it is really not bad!"

Fang Yuan walked across the battlefield slowly, walked towards him, and said, "That's only because my sword is fast enough!"

The golden fat man smiled noncommittally, and said, "For me, all swords in this world are blunt!"

"Then come and try!"

Fang Yuan didn't say much anymore, just drank in a low voice, and then his speed suddenly became faster!

In an instant, a long phantom appeared on his figure. It was because his movement was too fast, and every time he changed, a shadow was left in the void. During this change, the sword intent of his body became stronger and stronger, like a vast snow, but in this heavy snow, suddenly there was an extremely dazzling sword light whistling, cutting straight in front of the fat man with a golden body.

"Shua!"

After the sword light passed by, a straight black line appeared in the void, as if cut in half by the sword!

Indescribably fast, indescribably sharp!

Fang Yuan's current swordsmanship has broken through the scope of sword intent, and stepped into a brand new realm, which is completely different from the past. With this sword, there are only a handful of people who can escape the Nascent Soul realm, let alone this fat man...

... He didn't even hide!

"when!"

This sword directly slashed at his chest!

The intent of the sword suddenly turned into a rush to the sides, and then saw the golden light on the chest of the fat man with a golden body, and it seemed to be real, completely resisting the strength of Fang Yuan's sword and spreading it apart, unexpectedly it didn't hurt his body at all.

"I said your sword can't hurt me!"

The fat man with golden body was fat and big, he bowed his head and took a look at Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, without saying a word, he suddenly retracted his body and turned back to the sword. The sword light drew a huge circle behind him, and then slashed back with a bright and dazzling arc. On the sword body, countless evil spirits flew up, roaring, causing the power on the sword body to skyrocket.

"when!"

In front of the fat man with a golden body was a turbulent golden light, but he took the sword forcefully, unmoved and unscathed!

"It's my turn!"

The blond fat man showed a look of coldness on his face, looked at Fang Yuan, and smiled grimly.

While talking, he suddenly punched me!

Boom!

That punch was like lightning, it seemed to punch a hole in the void, and it hit Fang Yuan directly.

It's hard to describe the ferocity of that punch, as if it wanted to smash through the world!

Looking at the fist that was getting bigger and bigger in front of his eyes, Fang Yuan should have rushed back to avoid the punch, but this fat man with a golden body had hidden mana, and he was ready to keep up with him. For Fang Yuan, he had encountered too many people with swords, and he had eliminated too many opponents with such a simple and powerful move, so he had already formed a habit at this time.

But Fang Yuan didn't retreat, he just tilted his head.

With a "boom", the punch passed by his ear, and the strong wind swayed, making his eardrums hurt.

As for himself, taking this opportunity, suddenly the blade of the sword trembled, and the intent of the sword was like snow. Suddenly, the evil sword in his hand came up, and then he suddenly held the sword in both hands, turned around and bent his waist, green energy billowed around him, and the sword intent surged, and he slashed at his chest again!

Boom!

The fat man's complexion changed slightly, and the golden light on his chest dimmed for a moment. At the same time, his figure swayed slightly, and he took a step back.

Fang Yuan slowly retracted his sword, stood up straight, and said in a low voice, "Fudo Ming? Hehe!"