He Has a Dragon

At this moment, Wang Le, who has countless practical experience, of course saw that Lian Zhanwen was going to drag him along and then blow himself up!

At this critical moment, Wang Le stepped back and tried to distance himself from Lian Zhanwen to avoid being affected.

But at this moment, Yusong, who had just been blocked by Wang Le, rushed over again, blocking the opponent's retreat while roaring: "Wang Le, let's die together!"

"boom!"

The moment Wang Le's retreat was blocked, Lian Zhanwen, who rushed over, erupted in a dazzling blood-red light, instantly engulfing Wang Le's entire body.

At the same time, Wang Le, who was retreating in a hurry, was obviously stunned, because he clearly felt several terrifying forces containing various auras, carrying the tragic sword energy from the sky, sweeping from behind him like a tsunami!

Without thinking too much, Wang Le knew that this guy Yusong had exploded Feilaifeng's long sword, a peak-suppressing weapon.

At this moment, Wang Le, who had already opened the diamond glazed shield to protect his whole body, was attacked by crazy attacks from destructive forces at the same time. He had no way to escape and could only fight to the death!

In the midst of the lightning and flint, Wang Le fully activated the Nine Transformations of the Heavenly Silkworm, crazily increasing his combat power, and at the same time displayed the ultimate secret of the inheritance of Nanhua Guanjian. The artifact Fire Cloud Blood Sword he held tightly in his hand danced out in an instant. The purple-gold sword shadow filled the sky, as if it had turned into a huge golden cocoon and wrapped itself in it.

"Clang clang clang...!"

In the sweeping sword energy, densely packed broken blades were like rain hitting banana trees, clattering on the airtight golden cocoon. Not a single blade could penetrate and hit Wang Le's body!

Bang bang bang——

Boom boom boom——

Boom boom boom——

………

The Zhenfeng Divine Artifact and Lian Zhanwen, a martial arts master at the pinnacle, self-destructed at the same time. The noise was louder than the crimson humanoid shadow just now.

After all, life has always been worthy of awe, and the Zhenfeng artifact contains the power of the peak martial arts masters of the past generations.

For a moment, in the sky where everyone was watching, there was only the sound of continuous roaring and explosions. Its power was so terrifying that it seemed to overthrow the old world and create a new world!

"Such a power is so terrifying. A heaven-level expert in front of it will instantly disappear and cease to exist. Even if Wang Le defies heaven, there is a limit. I don't believe he can survive!"

"Wang Le is finished. A generation of evildoers is buried in my Guixu Temple. It doesn't mean he was insulted. After all, we paid an unbearable price for this!"

"This is the ultimate power of martial arts, right? I didn't expect to be lucky enough to see it in my lifetime. It's true that if you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening!"

………

Amidst the endless discussions, the disciples who witnessed the death of their ancestors at the top of their martial arts were happy in their hearts, and they couldn't help crying loudly.

Because in their eyes, Wang Le was destined to perish after being hit by such a terrifying force. They believed that the ancestor who died in the battle should rest in peace.

At this time, Qingyangzi's face looked pale, and he stared dumbly at the battlefield thousands of feet high in the sky.

In addition to Yusong who escaped at the last moment, there was also the dim Fire Cloud Blood Sword, floating alone in the air.

Then, no one was seen again.

"Hahaha……"

Yusong's crazy laughter echoed through the sky, and then reached the ears of the disciples of Guixuguan Dojo on the ground.

Amid the wild laughter after the disaster, everyone in Guixuguan finally confirmed that Wang Le was really dead.

"I was the one who hurt him."

Qingyangzi closed his eyes in pain and muttered to himself.

At this moment, Qingyangzi was filled with guilt and self-blame.

Because, if it weren't for him, Wang Le would not have fallen in Guixu Temple, and his future future would be limitless, and he would even break the void and break free from the shackles of this world!

But now, everything is impossible.

"This guy Wang Le is so evil that even God cannot tolerate him. He is doomed to die young."

"In order to kill this Wang Le, I fell in Guixuguan and killed three ancestors at the top of the martial arts world. It really damaged my vitality! After today, I will never talk about fighting for supremacy in troubled times and dominating the martial arts world."

"If Qingyangzi hadn't caused Wang Le's disaster, our Guixu Temple would never have ended up in such a mess!"

"Yes, the culprit is Qingyangzi!"

………

In the midst of the noisy discussion, when many disciples looked at Qingyangzi with increasingly unkind eyes, Yusong, who had escaped from birth, slowly fell to the ground from a height of ten thousand feet.

Because Yusong also paid a heavy price when he detonated the long sword, the magic weapon that suppressed the peak, and was affected by the aftermath in the process of escaping, and suffered heavy losses.

Therefore, Yusong was no better at this moment. He had lost half of his life. He could only slowly heal his heavy injuries in a long sleep.

When Yusong fell from a height of ten thousand feet and was almost close to the ground, everyone could clearly see a small scratch on his cheek. Suddenly, they saw the other party's figure stiffen, and a look of incredible shock slowly appeared on his pale and bloodless face.

Then everyone saw a blood spot suddenly appear on Yusong's chest, and then spread in all directions at a speed visible to the naked eye and turned into a large piece.

At this moment, everyone on the ground was stunned and their minds went blank.

At this moment, Wang Le, covered in blood, suddenly appeared behind Yu Song.

The magic weapon in his hand, the Flying Sword, had passed through the heart of the opponent's body, breaking open the chest skin and dripping with blood, which fell dazzlingly into everyone's sight.

Then he saw the flying sword in Wang Le's hand shattering Yu Song's heart, and then pulling it out.

Yusong slowly turned around and looked at Wang Le, and asked unwillingly: "Why are you not dead?"

Wang Le wiped off the blood on his face, looked at Yu Song coldly and said, "You're not dead yet, how could I die?"

After a pause, Wang Le's eyes became deeper and deeper, and he said quietly: "No one in this world can kill me."

Yu Songyue roared unwillingly: "I don't accept it!"

"Not convinced?" Wang Le blinked and then said: "Then go to hell!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the flying sword in Wang Le's hand turned into a shock wave and passed by Yu Song's neck.

Raising the sword in his hand, Yu Song's head with a face of reluctance and despair flew up and fell to the ground in a parabola.

Following Yusong's headless body, he fell straight to the ground.

This time, under the gaze of Wang Le's cold and ruthless eyes, no one dared to pick up Yu Song's body and head, letting them fall to the ground covered with dust.

"Who else?"

Wang Le, suspended in mid-air, looked down at all living beings and asked expressionlessly.

At this moment, wherever Wang Le glanced, everyone had their heads bowed with pride.

Because in the face of the supreme strength, all you can do is surrender!

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