After making it into the "Sacred Fire Gun", Zhong Wen once secretly tested the power of this weapon. Because he was afraid of alarming the people in Piaohua Palace, he only loaded two spiritual crystals at that time, but the test results were already beyond him.
the expectation.
In order to fight against the Wanjinlou assassin in the Tianlun realm, he filled up all eight spiritual crystal slots of the "Shenhuo gun". The power of this blow was completely beyond his imagination. He used it to destroy the world and destroy the world.
It is no exaggeration to describe it.
The man in black reacted very quickly. When Zhong Wen pressed the switch, he had already made a leap backwards, but in the end he could not completely avoid the shocking blow of the fully loaded divine fire gun.
"Ho...ho ho..."
After the strong light and loud noise, the embarrassed figure of the man in black appeared in front of Zhong Wen's eyes again. At this time, only the upper half of his body was left, and all the parts from the waist down had disappeared. I don't know what happened.
It was not because the temperature was too high. The fracture in the upper body was quickly dried and not much blood flowed out.
The man in black let out a hoarse roar, his eyes were bloodshot, his left hand kept scratching on the ground, but his right hand still refused to let go of the sword in his hand.
What kind of vitality is this!
While Zhong Wen lamented the tenacity of the man in black, he was also shocked by the terrifying power of the divine fire gun.
Elder Long wrote in the book that the top-notch divine fire gun can even kill the spiritual master, but this may not be purely a boast.
Zhong Wen did not immediately step forward to harvest, but waited quietly to prevent the man in black from launching a desperate counterattack before he died.
After a while, half of the man in black's body stopped struggling and lay quietly on the ground, motionless.
Zhong Wen was not in a hurry. He slowly circled the body of the man in black twice more to confirm that there was no danger, and then slowly approached it.
When the distance between the two was less than one meter, the body of the man in black lying on the ground suddenly moved.
He opened his eyes suddenly, grasped the sword with his right hand, and stabbed Zhong Wen hard in the chest.
Perhaps because he was too weak, the man in black at this time no longer had the ability to trap Zhong Wen with his momentum, and the strength on his sword was nothing compared to what it was in its heyday.
But even if he is weakened to this point, the fatal blow from the Heavenly Wheel master is far beyond what Zhong Wen, who is on the Earthly Wheel level, can withstand.
However, as if he had expected it, Zhong Wen stretched out his left hand and flicked it calmly. The long sword deflected uncontrollably, grazing Zhong Wen's left shoulder and drawing a blood line on his arm.
Even though the power of the heavenly wheel master was less than 1%, he couldn't completely pull it away with the transfer of flowers and jade, and he was still injured after all.
At the same time, the divine fire gun in Zhong Wen's right hand had disappeared, replaced by a sword.
Leng Wushuang's sword.
The sword in his hand, with the aura of death, stabbed the man in black with only half of his body left in front of him.
A fatal sword!
This was the first time he had used this spiritual skill against an enemy. When he thrust out the sword, he felt all the spiritual energy in his body rushing toward the sword in his hand, almost draining himself dry.
The sword was as powerful as a dragon, piercing the heart of the man in black with an irresistible attitude.
"You pretend to be quite the same, but why do you hold the sword so tightly in your hand when you are already dead?" Zhong Wen complained slowly, and slowly pulled out the sword that was stuck in the heart of the man in black.
Long sword.
With a "pop", half of the man in black's body hit the ground heavily. The light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and his expression was a little unwilling, but also seemed to have a sense of relief.
This time, he finally let go of the sword in his hand.
Zhong Wen knelt down and pulled off the mask on the man in black, revealing an ordinary face.
Such a face, thrown into the crowd, will never attract anyone's attention.
This is a natural assassin face.
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When Lin Zhiyun and others arrived, Zhong Wen had not had time to deal with his injuries.
In their eyes, Zhong Wen stood tall and straight on the cliff, holding a sword in his right hand and a bloody human head in his left hand. His arms were stained red with blood, as majestic as a god or demon.
"Brother Zhong Wen, is this...the assassin?" Shangguan Jun Yiyu covered the mouth of the cherry with her hand and looked at the head in Zhong Wen's hand with a look of surprise in her eyes. Although she knew this was the most reasonable explanation, she found it hard to believe it.
Zhong Wen can kill the Heavenly Wheel master by himself.
Zhong Wen lowered his head and looked at Lin Zhiyun, Shangguan Junyi and Nangong Ling. His sharp eyes softened instantly, and he said with a toothy smile, "No, this is a villager. If he annoyed me, I would kill him.
"
Shangguan Junyi: "..."
Do you want to be so naughty?
Lin Zhiyun looked at Zhong Wen's bloody left arm and imagined an extremely brutal battle on her own. She couldn't help but ask: "Zhong Wen, how can you beat him? He is a cultivator of the Earth Chakra, but it is very difficult to break."
Where is the Heavenly Wheel Master’s defense?”
"I once read a book and learned about the refining method of a spiritual weapon, the Divine Fire Gun. This weapon has the destructive power to destroy the world." Zhong Wen knew that if no explanation was given, Lin Zhiyun and Shangguan would
Jun Yi was afraid that she would have trouble sleeping all night, so she didn't hide it, "Thanks to the materials sent by Miss Shangguan today, I have the opportunity to make this kind of weapon."
As he spoke, the divine fire gun appeared in his hand unknowingly: "With this weapon, as long as there are enough spiritual crystals in my hand, even the spiritual leader will be killed by me in a sneak attack."
"You mean, this black pipe can kill the spiritual master?" Nangong Ling looked at the "black iron pipe" in Zhong Wen's hand, and his tone was full of doubts, "Could that loud noise just now be the 'sacred fire'?"
Was it fired by a cannon?"
"Exactly." Zhong Wen didn't hesitate, loaded four spiritual crystals into the divine fire gun, raised the black tube, aimed at the headless half-body of the man in black on the ground, and pressed the switch on the handle.
Accompanied by the dazzling light and the deafening explosion, half of the body on the ground was instantly reduced to ashes, leaving no trace of its shape.
In the shocked expressions of the three women, Zhong Wen very coolly put the mouth of the clarinet to his mouth and blew: "I only put four spirit stones this time. In the shot just now, I put eight spirit stones."
The crystal tanks are full."
"If this weapon in your hand can be mass-produced, I'm afraid it will change the pattern of the entire cultivation world." Nangong Ling instantly thought of the huge strategic significance of this weapon.
Although Lin Zhiyun recognized the power of the divine fire gun, she was still a little confused and said: "No matter how powerful the weapon is in your hand, you will never have a chance to take action against a master of the Heavenly Wheel."
"Sister Palace Master, I am the best doctor in the world." Zhong Wen said with a smile, "It is possible to make a master of the Heavenly Wheel lose his mind for a moment."
Looking at Zhong Wen, who was laughing and joking in a somewhat inappropriate manner, none of the three women could laugh.
The young man in front of him, with a cultivation level of the Earth Wheel, faced an assassin of the Heaven Wheel level alone, putting himself in a desperate situation. Even if he had prepared a countermeasure in advance, the plan was far from perfect. As long as he
There was a slight mistake, and now he was walking on the road to hell, reporting to the underworld.
This will and courage made Zhong Wen's weak body look extremely majestic at this moment.
Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the bushes behind Lin Zhiyun and others. Everyone turned around and saw a slim figure emerging from the green leaves.
"Junior Sister Wushuang!" Lin Zhiyun exclaimed when she saw the person coming.
Leng Wushuang was wearing the orange coat Zhong Wen gave him. His face was still a little pale, he was panting constantly, his whole body was shaking slightly, the proud curves of his chest were undulating, and he was holding a tender willow tree in the wind, like a delicate flower.
Invoking pity.
The moment she walked out of the bush, her bright big eyes looked past everyone and rested on Zhong Wen, as if Lin Zhiyun and others did not exist.
His eyes swept across the blood stains on Zhong Wen's left arm, and two lines of tears couldn't stop pouring out of Leng Wushuang's eyes, across her pink cheeks, and dripped on her high breasts.
Zhong Wen walked up to her with the black man's head, and showed off with a smile: "Wushuang, look, this damn guy dares to stab you, I will cut off his head and let you kick it as a ball."
Leng Wushuang still stared at Zhong Wen's injured left arm without saying a word, just crying silently.
Now Zhong Wen was a little panicked, scratched his head and said, "Don't you like playing football? How about I make his head into a chamber pot?"
With a "wow" sound, Leng Wushuang could no longer control her emotions. She threw herself into Zhong Wen's arms and cried uncontrollably. Her tears quickly wet Zhong Wen's chest.
"This is all his blood." Zhong Wen gently held Leng Wushuang's shoulders and explained softly, "I am so powerful, how could I get hurt?"
However, his comfort had no effect. Leng Wushuang cried even harder. She suddenly raised two pink fists and kept beating Zhong Wen's chest.
No effort at all.
Zhong Wen allowed her little fists to beat him for a long time before he gently stretched out his arms and held her tightly in his arms. He smelled the faint fragrance coming from the girl's body and felt the trembling delicate body in his arms. His
A strong feeling of guilt suddenly welled up in my heart.
My own impulsiveness did not know how much it frightened the girl in my arms.
"I'm sorry for making you worry." He hugged Leng Wushuang tighter, pressed his lips to her ear, and whispered, "I will never do it again, please forgive me, okay?"
The two bodies were pressed tightly together, Leng Wushuang's shoulders were shaking slightly, and a pair of white and delicate little hands rested on Zhong Wen's shoulders as weakly and bonelessly as possible.
After a long time, she stopped crying, let out a soft "hmm" like a mosquito, and just curled up in his arms, never wanting to leave again.
I have been immersed in the turbid dye vat of intrigues in the imperial capital all day long. I haven’t seen such pure emotions in a long time!
Looking at the young boy and girl embracing each other affectionately in front of him, Nangong Ling felt a hint of envy in his heart...