Copy of the reckless man: I can see the status bar

They are treating human lives as leeks!

And get used to this kind of thing!

Even though the world of the Divine Weapon Continent is countless miles wide, there are countless mortals living and reproducing in thousands of countries, large and small.

If this slaughter continues day and night, the whole world will be destroyed one day.

In the end, there will only be one person and one magic weapon left.

That's it.

This sick world is such a blasphemy to martial arts!

If you behave like this, you are unworthy of being a warrior!

At this moment, the Martial Master who had flown up earlier had already reached the same level as Lu Wenwu, with powerful blood and energy bursting out of his body without reservation, enough to be that of a Martial Master in the late stage.

A huge war hammer pointed in the distance, and the burly warrior's face was murderous: "That guy, I'm asking you a question! Are you fucking deaf? I'll give you one more chance, I'll count to tens, get out of here!"

"ten"

"So it's because of the common phenomenon of the appearance of magic weapons. Then I really must destroy all those magic weapons this time!"

Still ignoring the Wu Zun who was shouting, Lu Wenwu raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a sneer.

He glanced at the confused Lin Yingfei and threw him into the Dragon Mansion.

"Xiaobao, help me look after him."

Xiao Bao looked strange: "I thought you would just crush his head."

Lu Wenwu shook his head slightly: "It's meaningless. It's just the disaster brought by the magic weapons. He grew up in this environment. It's not the fault of any one person, but the fault of those magic weapons. Besides, I still need a guide who knows enough about the Divine Weapon Continent."

"That's really not something you would say." Xiao Bao swung his tail and disappeared in a flash.

Maomao had consciously transformed into flame patterns, appearing on the back muscles that contained explosive power.

"Isn't it like me? I just don't want to bring more deaths to this suffering world." Lu Wenwu sneered at himself, "I always feel that after the power of merit has increased, my moral level has also become higher. I actually began to feel distressed about this kind of thing. Or should I say that I have learned empathy?"

"I say, do you really dare to pretend to be deaf and dumb?"

The burly general felt very humiliated after being ignored twice in a row. He became furious and flew straight towards Lu Wenwu.

The war hammer in his hand was raised high, and a layer of dazzling blood light burst out.

"If I don't smash you into pulp today and feed you to the imperial city's defense formation, you country bumpkin warriors from the marginal areas really take yourselves seriously!"

"Come die!"

The hammer head inlaid with countless sharp spikes made a piercing whistling sound in the air, and the terrifying force tore the wind apart.

The smile on Lu Wenwu's face became more and more intense, and a shocking pressure burst out from his golden vertical pupils.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Two sounds rang out at almost the same time.

The war hammer that was powerful enough to kill an ordinary martial arts master instantly smashed into Lu Wenwu's forehead with all its might, but it exploded into pieces along with his horrified owner.

With just one look, a late-stage Martial Lord who was strong enough to suppress a medium-sized country single-handedly exploded and died, along with his spiritual weapon clone, shattered without any chance of fighting back.

Chapter 470 You Are Unworthy of Being Warriors

"Why did Tianchui Wuzun suddenly self-destruct?"

"what happened!"

"How did Tianchui Wuzun die?"

The burly warrior and his war hammer exploded in the air together, and the many warriors who looked up below could not help but burst into exclamations.

This Sky Hammer Martial Master is considered a well-known young warrior in the Sun-Moon Empire. He is not even a hundred years old now. After refining a spiritual weapon clone, his cultivation has reached the late stage of Martial Master, and there is a great possibility that he will break through to the realm of Martial Saint.

By then, the Sun-Moon Empire will have one more strategic-level strongman, making its position further consolidated.

Perhaps there is a chance to seize a holy weapon and develop a large vassal state.

Now, he went out to fight the enemy, but died in such an unclear manner!

Who would believe this if I told them?

The sudden death of Tianchui Martial Lord quickly attracted the attention of other Martial Saints and Martial Lords.

Young and old faces looked up, all with expressions of surprise.

They discovered that they did not recognize the daring warrior in the sky, and that he was not a familiar face on the mainland.

But with such powerful combat capability, how could it be possible to hide one's abilities on a daily basis?

Could it be that some top holy nation suddenly replaced the commander of its national sacred weapon, or some commander of spiritual weapons sacrificed blood for several nations to force the sacred weapons to advance, and now that he is full of confidence, he wants to show off his power in our Sun and Moon Empire?

Although I don’t know what the other party did.

But he was able to defeat the Tianchui Martial Lord, who was in the late stage of Martial Lord, with one move, and even his spiritual weapon clone was blown up as well. The opponent was definitely a genuine Martial Saint, and he must have mastered the existence of the holy weapon.

Inside the palaces and temples, several powerful men with strong auras stared at each other, with strong dissatisfaction revealed in their eyes.

An old martial saint snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves suddenly, and suddenly appeared in the sky.

The long sword pointed into the distance, and the astonishingly sharp sword intent pierced through the heaven and earth, like a giant sword transformed from the scorching sun piercing into the ground from the sky, causing the temperature of the earth to suddenly rise a lot.

The originally refreshing weather suddenly became unbearably hot.

"You are such a bold lunatic! You dare to kill people in my imperial city! You shall be executed!"

A powerful energy and blood force burst out from the old Martial Saint's body, his hair and beard stood on end, and the surging feeling was no less than that of a young warrior.

"I am Luo Qingyun, the Great Sun Sword Saint. I have been practicing swordsmanship for four hundred years. I never kill an unknown person with my sword. Who are you? Tell me your names immediately!"

[Luo Qingyun (First Level of Ascension)]: 2400 0000/2400 0000

[Cultivation]: Martial Saint/Saint Soldier Clone·Pseudo-Commander of Arms

[Current Status]: Killing Intent, Rage, Full of Qi and Blood, Great Sun Sword Intent, Divine Weapon Protection, Weak Luck Protection

[Analysis]: The second priest of the Sun-Moon Empire's Priest Hall, recognized by the Holy Sword of the Sun and Moon, and controlled the clone of the Holy Sword, becoming a pseudo-army commander, gaining some power of the Holy Sword and the protection of the Empire's luck. He specializes in swordsmanship and has mastered the power of the Sun to perfection. Now he is very angry about your appearance.

"Oh?"

Lu Wenwu showed some interest, and the smile on his face became more intense.

"Although you are old, your swordsmanship is still sharp. It seems that even though your physical functions have begun to decline, you still want to dance."

"Stop pretending to be a fool here!"

Luo Qingyun waved the sword in his hand, and the sharp sword intent burst out frequently, and the aura had locked Lu Wenwu inside.

The old figure burst out with astonishing speed, exploding several sonic boom clouds in the air, dragging a ball of red turbulence, and rushing towards Lu Wenwu like a cannonball.

"You bold lunatic, why don't you just stop?"

"boom!"

The violent roar suddenly stopped Luo Qingyun's unstoppable forward charge, and the words that had not yet been finished were muffled back in his throat.

That was just Lu Wenwu taking a step forward.

The bronze skin took on a metallic luster, and the blood, as vast and turbulent as the ocean, began to circulate at this moment.

"boom!"

Another muffled sound made Luo Yunfei feel his heart tighten and his spirit began to tense involuntarily.

Lu Wenwu took another step forward, and golden-red dragon scale patterns faintly appeared on his body.

A dark crack appeared in the sky, like a giant beast baring its ferocious fangs.

With every step he took, the aura emanating from his body grew stronger, and spider-web-like cracks appeared in the air that spread in all directions.

The entire city defense formation began to shake in an instant, groaning as it could not bear the heavy weight.

"Not good! Increase the power of the formation, replenish blood and food, and turn it to maximum!" A martial arts master shouted loudly, suppressing the strong palpitations.

Those warriors who were almost frightened silly finally reacted. They didn't even care about the blood and flesh grinding. They simply killed a large number of slaves at once and smashed them on the city wall with one punch.

Even some civilians and soldiers who were watching the excitement nearby suffered.

The warriors, who were blood-thirsty, didn't care who was next to them. They just grabbed ordinary people and killed them, smearing their flesh and blood on the city walls and using them to make bricks one after another.

The originally black iron-colored city wall seemed to have suddenly come to life, and intricate blood-colored lines began to appear on it.

These lines kept wriggling, attaching strands of dark red to the city walls and connecting with the earth veins.

The mountain-like aura was majestic and powerful, and the blood-colored protective shield had turned translucent bright red, no longer as vague as before.

"boom!"

Lu Wenwu turned a deaf ear to it.

He said nothing and did nothing, he just walked forward.

With just three steps, his aura had reached its peak, and his demon-like pressure bloomed unreservedly. The weird black flames swayed and burned on his body, dyeing his body black.

He himself had already arrived at a position less than ten meters in front of Luo Yunfei.

It was like crossing layers of space, and also like shrinking the earth into an inch as described in ancient books.

The bones of Luo Yunfei's fingers as he gripped the Sun and Moon Divine Sword's clone turned white, and he couldn't help swallowing some saliva with an indifferent look.

Such amazing pressure.

Such powerful and terrifying energy and blood!

I'm afraid it's a martial god that has never appeared on this continent!

The thirteenth Martial God? !

"The will of martial arts is lost, and he has become a lackey of the gods"

Lu Wenwu's voice was not loud, and even had a slow and elegant tone.

But the sound was like a tsunami, carrying with it a strong wind that crushed through the city defense formation and went straight into the dark and deep palace, finally causing the figure sitting on the dragon throne to open his eyes.

The other four Martial Saints, who had shown some disdain before, showed horror on their faces that they could not conceal at all. The sound alone was enough to make them feel their souls tremble.