God Killer: Star Weaver

"It seems that you have already met that old ghost, ah."

In the air, two figures slowly descended, looking at the somewhat embarrassed Lei Wang and the others, and smiled.

"Finally, he is here." Wang Yue nodded, and then pointed to the sky: "This old ghost has reached Rank Three."

"Has it arrived? No wonder he is a candidate!" Wu Di was stunned when he heard the words, and then looked at Mo Wen in the air with interest: "It seems that there will be some fun today."

"Two more little kids are here? It seems that you are determined to kill me."

Seeing Wu Di and Wu Shan, Mo Wen finally gradually put away his smile.

Three Rank Two top players and one Rank Two Late Stage Star Weaver, such a lineup, even he must deal with it seriously.

"You just understand now?" Lei laughed and said, "You are really old and confused. Do you know what it means to be nominated by Lord Xue?"

"Let's do it, don't waste time. He recovers faster than us."

Wang Yue frowned and waved his hand. The three people nodded with a sneer and then dispersed. Suddenly, four red star-weaving forces with various colors rushed to the sky. The yellow sand of this wasteland was also peeled off, and the bones buried underneath were faintly visible.

"Let's do it together!"

Wang Yue shouted loudly and rushed into the sky first. The three hesitated and quickly followed.

"Don't talk nonsense with him, just use the ultimate killer move, and fight quickly!"

"Yufeng: Qiankun Lieyang Hand!!"

In the air, the four people leaned together and shouted in unison. In an instant, four energy handprints, wrapped in terrible power, blasted towards Mo Wen together!

Mo Wen retreated, looking at the four palm prints that were coming at him quickly. A trace of solemnity flashed across his face, but then it faded away. He shook his arms, and after noticing the disappearance of the containment circle, he laughed:

"Haha, kids, it's good to want to go up, but this method is still too brutal. I have to teach you well!"

"This is the skill passed down from my ancestors in my newly awakened memory. Come and try to see how powerful it is?"

With a loud laugh, Mo Wen shook his palm, and a ring in the same shape as the Mu Xuan Ring flashed with light. Suddenly, a dark green star-weaving force surged out, slowly condensed on his palm, and finally formed an energy sword with a mysterious light.

"Zhanxu Shipo Sword!"

Waving the energy sword a few times, Mo Wen's retreating speed surged again, pulling a distance from the oncoming energy palm print, and at the same time slowly raised the sword.

As the dark green sword was raised above his head, the air that was almost boiling due to the four fire-attributed star-weaving forces was gradually calmed down. Then a wave of waves came out, and the sky began to dim slightly. Behind Mo Wen, a majestic black star-weaving energy gradually appeared. The energy was endless, and it rolled like waves under the wave of his sword, like a black ocean with no end in sight, torn by the storm and causing waves.

"Break the void and stand, cast poems to calm the soul."

Mo Wen closed his eyes, smiled lightly, and slowly recited a few profound poems. Then the sword shrank slightly and was clamped by his two fingers. After a while, it was swung. From a distance, it looked like a giant sword, and more like a brush.

"First realm: the tide of the ink sea rises!"

Mo Wen shouted violently, and the waves rolled more violently. Then the former suddenly opened his eyes, and the long sword was swung like an ink brush. The black ocean formed by the energy immediately formed a huge wave and rushed forward fiercely!

Boom!

Crash!

The black wave and the energy palm print collided suddenly. Although there was no water in the desert, the earth-shaking roar of the black wave resounded throughout the desert. The black water droplets galloped across the entire world, with a mighty momentum and deafening like thunder.

The four equally violent energy palm prints were washed by the black waves, but they were like dust returning to the earth and were swallowed by a stronger tide.

At the collision point, the energy blended, and the black energy and the fiery red energy entangled wildly, raising the dust to form a huge vortex, as if destroying time and space together. The sand and gravel began to burn in the waves, and finally shattered into starlight, and then disappeared in the swallowing of the black wave like an abyss.

"How is this possible?!"

"What is this?! Rank Three Killing Move? Isn't this old man in the early Rank Three stage?!"

Seeing that his killing move was so easily resolved, Lei looked at the majestic ink-colored wave that almost covered half of the sky with a face full of shock. Under the terrifying might, even the star-weaving power in his body trembled.

"Rank Three Killing Move?!"

"Puff!"

Wang Yue and Wu Di spurted out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards in embarrassment. The energy wave not only tore their energy palm prints apart, but also caused internal injuries.

"It's not some bullshit Rank Three killing move, damn it, it's the Sword of Poetry! It's the Treasure Weapon that Dragon Race uses to deal with the void!!"

Wu Shan looked at the crazy ink tide, and through the energy tide, he seemed to see the long sword in Mo Wen's hand that looked like an ink pen. His face turned pale instantly and he shouted loudly.

Boom!

The energy ink tide that filled the sky was not broken by the palm print. It was wrapped in an extremely powerful force and blasted towards the four people in the blink of an eye.

This time there was no loud noise. The four people seemed to be swept into the waves of the sea, like a drop of water entering the sea and annihilated in the ocean.

"Puff!"

After a while, the waves dissipated, the four people's faces turned pale, and another large mouthful of blood spurted out, and their bodies fell down powerlessly.

"There's another wave, block it!!"

Another wave of ink rushed over. Wang Yue, who was still conscious, opened one eye and looked at another wave of ink rushing towards him. He shouted loudly, and the veins on his neck popped out. The handprints were flipped, and a star-weaving defensive shield formed in front of him.

boom!

However, the other three people had been seriously injured by the ink wave and did not hear his reminder. The second wave of ink arrived in the blink of an eye, easily destroying all the Star Weaver defenses and hitting the four of them like lightning!

This time, there was only a muffled sound, and the bodies of the four people were directly pushed back. Like birds with broken wings, they flew directly out of the resting desert and smashed into the buildings in the activity area, suffering heavy blows. The building collapsed instantly.

Wow!

However, another wave of ink came with terrifying energy, this time the power was even more majestic than the previous two waves. When it rushed over, the space that the wave passed through even began to distort.

"What it is?"

"Run!"

Without any obstruction, the ink tide rushed out of the Rest Desert in the blink of an eye. Before the crowd in the activity area had time to check the collapsed buildings, they found that the sky suddenly turned dark. They suddenly turned their heads and saw this energy ink tide. They were stunned for a moment. , broke up and fled one after another.

"ah!"

Mo Chao's tsunami-like tide instantly enveloped the crowd. The dispersed people were swept back into the black energy seawater in the blink of an eye. The unstoppable force rushed the people in this large street in all directions. , some of the weaker ones even fainted directly during the crazy rotation.

Bang bang bang!

This wave of ink slowly subsided after destroying many buildings along the way. After that, the black ocean rolled in the desert, and another wave of waves sounded like thunder in the distance, as if thunderclouds were brewing for heavy rain. About to pour down.

"...Don't ask, do you want to destroy this place?"

Just as the fourth wave of ink was brewing, a hoarse man's voice came from the air, and then a figure in black robe suddenly appeared in front of the fourth wave of ink.

"Master Zhou! Quick! Help!!"

A street stall merchant was holding on to a rock to resist the energy seawater. When he saw the person coming, he shouted quickly. His voice was filled with fear. At this moment, he could no longer care about the goods that were washed away to an unknown place. His instinct told him A cry for help to this indifferent judge.

The man in black robe is naturally the King of Zhou who executed Tuoerbo before. At this moment, he raised his cold eyes and looked at this terrifying energy with great dignity.

Such a majestic power can only be dealt with by him personally!

Shaking his head, King Zhou slowly raised his hands. Suddenly, an extremely dark energy emerged and surrounded his entire body.

That energy seemed to be the power of weaving stars, but the darkness was richer and hollower than the ink tide. Immediately, it suddenly expanded and opened up, almost covering the entire sky. The sunlight that had been dimmed by the sea of ​​energy was once again covered, and the sky and the earth where the sun was originally shining were like a starless night.

"Conquer the darkness, night."

King Zhou moved his lips lightly and let out a soft drink. In an instant, the darkness that covered the sky seemed to have gained life, turning into small but extremely sharp black threads, spreading out in all directions, like countless tentacles in the dark night, intersecting in the air, and finally weaving into a huge black big net.

Crack, crack, crack!

Mo Chao crashed into the big net and walked through it. Unexpectedly, it did not make a loud noise. Instead, it was broken down into countless water droplets, falling in the air like ink rain, crackling on the buildings and streets, and gradually annihilated.

Another wave of ink came and passed through, and the boundless black rain fell violently again.

When the sixth wave of ink passed through this big black net, King Zhou's handprint changed, and the black sea finally slowly faded, and then dissipated into the world together with the big black net.

The crowd sat on the ground in stunned silence, looking at the destroyed surrounding buildings with different expressions.

"Hey, isn't this the King of Zhou? Have you just arrived here? Are you so busy?"

The tide of ink dissipated, and Mo Wen also appeared. He stepped on the Weaving Star and floated in the sky. He stared at the King of Zhou who took action. With a shake of his old hand, the energy sword dissipated and he said with a smile. The eyes that had always been smiling unexpectedly flashed with a hint of fear.

"Don't ask, how many days are left, and you are so impatient to use lynching?"

"Isn't it a bit unruly to use the Poetry Sword to deal with a few juniors?"

King Zhou stood with his hands behind his back, his black robes being blown by the breeze in the air. He looked at Mo Wen and said calmly.

"Hehe." Mo Wen stared at King Zhou, slowly lowered his figure, and said with a smile: "Master Zhou is a bit protective. If these little kids didn't insist on dragging me to play games, I wouldn't bother to use them. Can this sword be used against them?"

King Zhou stared at Mo Wen with his indifferent eyes, and then sighed: "It is indeed these people who initiated this matter, but you cannot commit suicide in private without permission, even if you are already a member of the Suicide Judgment Organization Neither can the judge."

"I'm not interested in titles like adjudicator." Mo Wen curled his lips: "I just want to enjoy my old age on this fun island in the future, but I'm too lazy to care about such nonsense."

"This matter has been revealed."

King Zhou was noncommittal, glanced at the positions of Wang Yue and the others, and said: "They attacked people in this organization without permission, and they took the initiative to provoke them. They should be punished for their crimes, but you also dealt with them harshly, like this It seems the two sides have evened out.”

"Afterwards, I will take these people to trial."

"As for you, don't ask. There are some things you don't have to do if you don't want to. Remember, this is Border College, not your paradise."

After saying this, King Zhou, who was obviously not in a good mood, stopped talking nonsense to Mo Wen. With a big move, the four unconscious people flew out of the ruins and were caught in his hands. Then they turned into phantoms. Shot into the distance.

"Hmph." Mo Wen glanced at the direction in which King Zhou was going, and snorted a few times with disdain. Then he flew into the Anxi Desert, looked in one direction, and said calmly:

"Young Human Race boy from Dragon Pavilion, you've been watching for so long. You've enjoyed yourself. Do you want to come out and say hello to your master?"