The strongest starting system

Chapter 601 Dao Heart Broken
The 'reborn' Wen Tiancheng was immersed in joy, and did not notice that the two of them were being surrounded at the moment.

Zhao Wushuang raised his restrained momentum again, and asked, "Do you want to beat these people?"

Wen Tiancheng smiled evilly, twisted his neck and said, "I've been thinking about it in my dreams these days."

"In that case, how about we play with them?" Zhao Wushuang suggested.

"Leave everything below Wu Zun to me, and you can take care of the rest." Wen Tiancheng licked his lips with a strong sense of bloodlust.

"Haha, no problem." Zhao Wushuang agreed without hesitation. Now that the goal has been achieved, as for what to do next, it all depends on his own ideas.

This is the home court of Qingmu Holy Land, but the two are not afraid at all. Wen Tiancheng is a person who died once, even if the sky is falling now, his heart will not fluctuate too much.

On the other hand, Zhao Wushuang has nothing to fear. With a summon card, would he still be afraid of a saint?

The Holy Master of the Qingmu Holy Land has not yet appeared, and the other most powerful people are only semi-holy, even if the two god sons are here, there is still the biggest enemy Ren frivolous.

The two looked at each other, and immediately rushed towards the crowd, their momentum exploded!
Wen Tiancheng transformed himself into the demon body of hell, with a horrifying and ferocious face that permeated people, the flames of hell burning on the surface of his body were extremely violent, and no one survived wherever he passed.

The opponents he picked were all Wu Zong, and they were all inner disciples from the major holy places. After being provoked by Wen Tiancheng, everyone immediately fought back without hesitation.

Zhao Wushuang appeared to be more direct, crashing headlong into the crowd, slaughtering wantonly, like a wolf entering a herd of sheep, blood splashed across the sky for a moment, adding a touch of blood red to the beautiful sunset.

"How courageous!" Seeing Zhao Wushuang slaughtering the disciples of the Sword Profound Sacred Land, Jian Lingzi was furious, and directly pulled out the long sword from the storage ring, and stepped forward to meet the enemy.

Fan Qiuxu stared solemnly at Zhao Wushuang, who was radiating colorful demonic energy. Now he has returned to his original appearance, and this nightmare-like appearance has continued to linger in his mind as a nightmare.

Jian Lingzi exploded angrily with all the sword power on his body!The Tongtian Sword Intent soared into the sky, and fierce sword energy shot out from the edge of the sword.

A series of shocking sword intents struck, and the space was easily cut again, making it difficult to maintain the original appearance.

"As expected of a sword cultivator." Seeing this, Zhao Wushuang's eyes flashed with unconcealable admiration, and he raised his hand to fight back.

?The Halberd of the Phoenix appeared in his hand. Zhao Wushuang wanted to destroy the Dao Heart of the warrior who used the weapon from the bottom of his heart!
drink!

The real fire of the phoenix was blazing, Zhao Wushuang held the halberd of the phoenix and slashed vigorously, and saw a huge golden-red long light across the sky, piercing through the center of countless sword lights.

"So strong!" Jian Lingzi's face was cloudy, Zhao Wushuang's strange strength was far beyond his imagination, and he could only deeply appreciate it when he actually fought.

Talking about war on paper is empty talk after all, Jian Lingzi clearly expected a way to deal with Zhao Wushuang, but right now he was at a loss and didn't know what to do.

Because the impact he gave himself was too great, fear completely filled his heart, Jian Lingzi could only watch Zhao Wushuang rush towards him, unable to do anything.

How ridiculous is this ending?Jian Lingzi is self-harmonizing swordsmanship and psychic, all he can do right now is wait and see.

??The familiar sword looked so heavy in his hand, Jian Lingzi's old face showed deep helplessness and bitterness.

hum!
The long sword clanked, as if responding to Jian Lingzi's lamentation, trembling unceasingly.

Zhao Wushuang's Halberd of Yanhuang suddenly appeared beside Jian Lingzi's neck, looking at his calm eyes, Zhao Wushuang stopped moving.

"Why didn't you make a move?" Zhao Wushuang asked.

"The loser is the bandit, what else can I say?" Jian Lingzi took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.

Zhao Wushuang smiled contemptuously. There is no doubt that Jian Lingzi's Dao heart has been broken. Even if Zhao Wushuang doesn't kill him now, Jian Lingzi will have no face to face Dao again after returning.

"If that's the case, then you're going to die." Zhao Wushuang swiped the Yanhuang halberd lightly, and without any hindrance, he easily chopped off Jian Lingzi's head.

The spirit slowly flew out of the corpse, Zhao Wu clasped the palms of both hands, and only heard a soft sound, the spirit completely disappeared in this world.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully killing Wu Zun's Eighth Heavenly Sword Lingzi, reward experience: 400."

"Master!" Fan Qiuxu stared wide-eyed at Jian Lingzi being beheaded by Zhao Wushuang, with deep hatred in his heart, his eyes were full of disbelief, and he couldn't believe the ending he saw.

Jian Lingzi's relationship with Fan Qiuxu is not as simple as a teacher-student relationship. He is a teacher for one day and a father for life, and he really did this.

Zhao Wushuang slowly kicked off Jian Lingzi's headless body, then stared at Fan Qiuxu indifferently.

My heart suddenly jumped!Zhao Wushuang watched Fan Qiuxu tremble with fear.

With a flash of his figure, Zhao Wushuang appeared in front of Fan Qiuxu in an instant, and said with a wicked smile: "Your master is gone, do you still want to live in this world?"

"Bastard! You devil! You will die!" Fan Qiuxu's eyes were filled with hatred, and his hatred for Zhao Wushuang had climbed to the extreme!
"So that's what you call me? It's not bad." Zhao Wushuang said lightly, touching Fan Qiuxu's forehead with his fingers, lingering with demonic energy.

"You...what do you want to do?" Fan Qiuxu looked at Zhao Wushuang in horror. At this moment, he suddenly felt that his body was not under his control.

"What are you doing? Don't you miss your master? I'll send you down to meet him right away." With a light tap of his finger, Fan Qiuxu's head exploded!The red and white things spilled out, splashing Zhao Wushuang all over.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully killing Fan Qiuxu, the Ninth Heaven of Wu Zong. Reward experience: 1."

After solving this problem, Zhao Wushuang turned around and looked at Wen Tiancheng, who was fighting bloody battle. At this time, he was besieged by more than ten people, and there were several hideous bloodstains on his body.

But this does not hinder his evil nature, on the contrary, the more he fights, the more courageous he becomes, and the aura on his body becomes more and more violent.

"The devil actually killed the third elder and his apprentice of Xuanjian Sacred Land!"

"We can't wait any longer, let's go together! Otherwise, we will be defeated one by one."

"That's right, everyone, this is the only plan for now. The Lord of the Cyanwood Holy Land has not appeared for some reason, but we can't wait!"

Under everyone's discussion, the Nine Great Sacred Grounds united together and quickly flew to Zhao Wushuang's side, surrounding him in the center.

Feeling their killing intent, Zhao Wushuang grinned and asked, "So many people beat one? Are you confident that you can kill me?"

"Stop talking nonsense! You are a bloodthirsty demon! If you don't get rid of you, the world will be in great trouble in the future! Obediently, let's get caught!"

"Arrest with nothing?" Zhao Wushuang stared at the speaker coldly, and said, "Is it just because of you stinky fish and rotten shrimp?"

"Bastard!"

"presumptuous!"

"Stop talking harshly, if you are not afraid of death, go ahead!" Zhao Wushuang hooked his fingers.

As soon as these words came out, how could everyone bear it?Immediately bursting out all the strength, Zhao Wushuang was like a flat boat in the depths of the sea for a while, precarious in the wind and rain, and might sink at any time.

(End of this chapter)