Supreme Martial God Art

Chapter 1961 With a sword, the group of demons will be destroyed

"Who?"

The Demon King Shura turned his head sharply, but his gaze was not fixed in a certain direction.

And the people who were about to make a move also stopped their movements one after another and looked around with fear.

Because, the voice just now, although extremely clear, is extremely real.

However, no one can accurately judge which direction the voice just came from!

Of course, they couldn't possibly know who it was.

However, there are also smart people.

They have begun to roughly guess the identity of the person who spoke.

Among them, the Asura Demon King and Jin Moli were included.

At this moment, the expressions of the two of them finally agreed.

All equally incredible, and appalling!

Because, they have already guessed the identity of the person who spoke.

"Shura, let you down, I'm not dead!"

Another clear voice sounded, and then, a voice descended from the sky.

Or, not from the sky.

Presumably, no one could see how he appeared.

It seems that it just appeared out of nowhere.

And this figure is none other than Wu Yun.

"Wu, Wu Yun, you..."

Jin Moli's pupils were wide open, he couldn't believe it.

It's really Wu Yun, he really isn't dead!

The Asura Demon King also exclaimed subconsciously.

"You, why didn't you die?"

"Aren't you in ashes?"

"Ah!"

Wu Yun sneered and said, "Ashes and smoke?"

"Have you seen it with your own eyes?"

"You, you, you in the end, in the end..."

The Demon King Shura was incoherent, and the scene in front of him deeply shocked his heart!

"Fang Cai, you said that the Golden Phoenix Palace will cease to exist, I'm sorry, I disappointed you!"

Wu Yun's voice was not loud, even very flat, but in the flat, it revealed an endless coldness.

It was so cold that even the Asura Demon King felt a chill down his spine.

"Miscellaneous, chopped, whatever, since you didn't die under the thunder, then I will kill you with my own hands!"

The Asura Demon King roared furiously.

Even though he knew that now he is probably no longer Wu Yun's opponent.

Although Wu Yun's cultivation realm at the moment is still at the peak of the Sixty-Nine Heavenly Tribulation.

It has not surpassed the Seventy-Nine Heavenly Tribulation.

However, that aura, that terrifying aura, was enough to make him, who sacrificed to the Heavenly Demon Martial Dao at this moment, felt anxious.

He could sense that Wu Yun's actual combat ability was definitely not equal to his own realm!

At least, it has been able to compete with the existence of eight or nine calamities.

This is the power of inheritance.

Of course, even if he knew that he was defeated, the Asura Demon King did not intend to give up.

The next moment, I saw his whole body soaring into the sky.

Slaughter towards the front.

A wave of terrifying attacking power violently poured out of his body.

"Heh, find your own way!"

Wu Yun smiled coldly.

With a thought in his heart, the way of killing gushed out.

Holding the sword of killing in his hand.

He roared in his mouth: "The second martial skill, kill the mad dragon!"

A sword cut out.

Space torn.

A terrifying dragon formed by the power of killing, vacated into the sky.

roar ~ ~!

In the blur, a terrifying dragon roar seemed to be heard.

However, this faintly audible dragon roar was soon covered up by a painful scream!

It was the voice of the Asura Demon King.

No, it should be said that it was the scream of the huge figure that was consciously controlled by the Asura Demon King and composed of countless evil spirits!

"Ah, ah, ah~~!"

The screams were shrill, and even made one feel numb on the scalp.

The huge figure, under the sweep of the slaughtering mad dragon, split into a pile of fragments in an instant.

Every piece of debris has an evil spirit.

Scream, howl!

This mad dragon sword seems to be a bright holy sword that baptizes hell evil spirits.

The power of heaven and hell, the power of hell that permeated the surrounding, dissipated in an instant.

And the Asura Demon King, along with this shrill scream, slowly dissipated until it disappeared completely!

Asura Demon King, dead!

There is no such person in the world!

"Run!"

"The demon king is dead, the demon king is killed, run!"

Suddenly, one after another terrified voice sounded from all directions.

Wu Yun looked up and saw that it was the group of guys who followed the Asura Demon King, hurriedly running for their lives!

However, how could Wu Yun give them a chance to escape?

If they just follow the Asura Demon King to build momentum.

Then maybe Wu Yun will save their lives.

However, the hands of each of them were contaminated with the lives of the disciples of the Golden Phoenix Palace.

On the ground, the bodies of the disciples of the Golden Phoenix Palace are the best proof.

With blood on their hands, how could Wu Yun give them a chance to live?

"Give me death!"

These four words were squeezed out of Wu Yun's teeth.

It was so low that it seemed to be the sound of the life-threatening voice.

Immediately afterwards, the sword of killing in Wu Yun's hand was raised high!

Cut down with a sword!

"Killing, mad dragon!"

It's the same trick again.

The second martial art!

The terrifying dragon, which was condensed by the power of killing, swept away again.

Wherever you pass, the space oscillates and the earth is torn apart!

Just three breaths of effort.

All those who escaped survived.

The speed of death was so fast that it was too late to even scream.

With a single sword, the group of demons will be destroyed!

When everything is over, the slaying mad dragon dissipates in the air.

Wu Yun also took the Way of Killing and the Sword of Killing back into his body!

He flew in a flash and landed next to the seriously injured Jin Moli.

He helped Jin Moli up and asked in a low voice, "Palace Master, are you alright?"

Jin Moli followed Wu Yun's strength and slowly got up.

It's just that he didn't answer, probably, he was still silent in the shock just now, and he didn't fully react.

Then, Wu Yun's eyes swept across the disciples of the Golden Phoenix Palace.

He didn't speak, but his eyes were full of guilt for them.

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