This voice was extremely calm and indifferent, but it was like a ghost's spell, and the scene fell silent suddenly, silent, and silent!

The black-clothed man named Jian Ninety-Eight had just taken out the Vientiane Order, and before he could send a message, his hands froze in the air, and his cold face had a different look in addition to disdain.

This look is naturally shocked and suspicious!

The other seven men froze in place, their eyes filled with disbelief as they looked at where the voice had come from.

I saw a man in white, slowly floating up from an abyss, his white hair was messy and full of dirt, and on his skin, there were eight huge blood marks, and the blood kept overflowing, soaking the ragged white robe.

Even his face was stained with blood, and his appearance could be said to be extremely wolf!

However, there was a smile on his face, yes, although it was covered by blood, it could still be clearly seen, it was a confident and satisfied smile.

However, this smile, this face, fell in the eyes of the eight sword sealers, but it was like a bloody Shura, a chill suddenly surged into the heart, and the whole body couldn't help but be excited, and the bean-sized cold sweat overflowed, instantly moistening the battle robe!

This bloody man in white is naturally lawless, eight heart swords comparable to imperial soldiers, and the body injury brought to him, if it is replaced by someone else, he will lose half his life if he does not die, but for the strong Wutian, he only needs to drink some monkey wine and recuperate for a few days, and he can recover as before.

But this time, there is only one word in Wutian's heart, worth!

According to Wutian calculations, with the strength of his current physical body, he can block the full force of the imperial soldiers at most ten blows, although this number seems to be small, but if it spreads, it will definitely cause a big shock on the five continents.

Swish!

A bottle of monkey wine appeared, Wutian raised his head and drank it all in one breath, and in an instant, the pure essence rolled in his body, and the eight bleeding scars on his skin scabbed over almost in a dozen breaths.

"You're not dead!" The man in black led by him finally couldn't help but exclaim, looking at Wutian as if he was looking at a monster.

Wutian joked: "You really want me to die?"

"You deserve to die!"

The man in black clenched his fists, his face was gloomy as water, no one knew the power of the heart sword better than him, but the eight heart swords slashed at this person, it was not fatal, no, it was not fatal, but there was no serious injury at all.

How strong is this person's body, and what is it made of? How can it be so ****? This is not only the thought of the man in black who is the leader, but also the doubts in the hearts of others.

"The test is over, next, are you going up one by one, or together?" I think in order not to waste time, you should go together!" Wutian's body shook, the dust of his clothes shook off, and he saw a few people waiting for him.

"Experiments?"

The man at the head was stunned for a moment, and then his face changed, and a terrible thought came to his mind, could it be that Wutian stood there motionless before, letting the heart sword bombard, just testing the strength of his physical body?

If that's the case, it's incredible.

Just ask the world, who dares to have such crazy behavior, something that he is not sure of, and dare to give it a try, is he not afraid that he will be directly bombarded into slag?

However, the latter sentence instantly dissipated this thought, and was replaced by endless anger, because it was 'naked' contempt.

Ninety-nine sword sealers, which one is not a famous powerhouse in Nanque Zhou, is also a symbol of the Sword Sect, there is a popular saying in Nanque Zhou, 'The sword sealer comes out, the wind and clouds change color, and the earth is ****', which shows the status of the sword sealer in the hearts of the people of Nanque Zhou.

Therefore, they have long developed the mentality of being high, regarding life as grass mustard, and all things as ants, although they are facing the rebels and the lawlessness with all kinds of legends, this mentality has not changed.

And at this moment, the other party actually said wildly, wanting one person to fight eight people alone, isn't this a 'naked' contempt?

"The dignity of the sword sealer is not something that a small ant can provoke, today my sword ninety-eight wants you to know that my sword sealer is this day, and all spirits have to rise and fall!"

The black-clothed man holding the Vientiane Order squeezed his big hand violently, and the extremely tenacious Vientiane Order turned into powder in response, and fell one after another, and then he walked out step by step, his momentum was like a rainbow, his black hair was flamboyant, and the sword qi in his eyes burst out, tearing this void!

Wutian shook his head and sighed in his heart, why do people nowadays always like to use coercion to suppress others?

Without saying anything, the cold light in his eyes flickered, Wutian stepped out, and instantly descended in front of Sword Ninety-Eight, a punch bombarded out, and the invisible power was like a torrent of natural disasters, surging and majestic, and before he got close, the skin on Sword Ninety-Eight's chest collapsed directly, and even the sound of broken ribs could be heard!

"What a strong force!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, Jian Jiuba's complexion changed drastically, and the heart sword appeared sonorously, across his chest, but under the fist, it was as fragile as dead wood, and with the explosion of metallic sounds, it was directly smashed to pieces!

"The heart sword is broken?!" the other seven were shocked.

"Poof!"

The heart sword shattered, causing a fatal wound to Jian Jiuba, he bent over, covered his chest with both hands, as if his heart was broken, his face was pale, hideous and twisted, and blood spurted madly from his mouth, staining his whole body red!

Even, from the hands covered in his chest, it can be clearly seen that there are two five-inch blood marks, in the shape of a cross, like an invisible big hand, tearing his flesh and blood, spreading quickly in all directions!

"Sword Ninety-Eight!"

The seven men exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly surrounded them, but before they could get closer, a three-foot green peak swept out from the top of Sword Ninety-Eight's head, and with a bang, it fell to the ground.

This sword is the king divine weapon that the previous sword ninety-eight integrated into the heart, but compared to the brilliance and sharpness at the beginning, it seems dull and spiritually devoid at this moment, just like a mortal weapon.

"Poof! This person is very strong, he can't be defeated, you have to ask Jian Shi to shoot..."

Jian Ninety-Eight weakly spat out these words, his body was sideways, and he fell to the ground as if he was weak, his eyes slowly closed, and his breath and heartbeat gradually stopped, until in the end only a cold corpse remained.

"So fragile?"

"Wutian, I want you to die without a place to be buried!" A man in black was furious, full of murderous intent, and his heart moved, urging the heart sword to slash towards Wutian angrily.

"Don't!" the man in black shouted, and at the same time, he stepped out with the rest of the people, trying to stop this impulsive companion.

It's a pity that it was still a step too late, accompanied by a sonorous sound, a seemingly ordinary fist, but the heart sword was shattered, there is no doubt that this person stepped into the footsteps of the sword ninety-eight, and died on the spot!

"Sword Ninety-Seven!"

The remaining men in black were very sad, and they had threatened before that Wutian was a waste, worse than ants, and vulnerable.

However, the next moment, the vulnerable one became himself, what a dramatic scene, it was simply slapping himself in the face, and it hurt hotly.

"Wutian's strength is beyond imagination, we are far from being opponents, go find Jian Ten and avenge the three dead brothers!" said the man in black at the head of the group.

"Sword Ten's cultivation is only one step away from the Xiaocheng period, the heart and sword are one, and it can exert the peak combat power of the Xiaocheng period, it is not difficult to destroy him, let's go!"

Killing three companions in a row with one move, the six people would not be naïve to think that they could kill Wutian, so they decisively chose to flee, and even ignored the corpses of their companions, not because they were ruthless and unjust, but because Wutian had already taken the initiative to kill, and they were not allowed to look forward and backward.

"It's a little too late to escape now!" Wutian sneered, and the anti-heaven realm rose up, falling from the sky, enveloping a man in black.

This person's complexion changed suddenly, because he found that his body was actually unable to move, and it was difficult to even summon the heart sword in his body.

And when he finally summoned the heart sword, a fist quickly enlarged in his pupils, and then he felt that his head seemed to explode, and a sharp pain that was heart-rending and lung-rending was like a tide in his heart, and his consciousness was annihilated on the spot!

Glancing at the headless corpse in front of him, Wutian waved his hand and expelled it from the anti-heaven realm, and then the figure flashed again and again, he was like a deadly god of death, every time he stayed, someone would die tragically and become a headless corpse!

"What a scary fellow!"

Guiguzi in the dark was terrified in his heart, the strength of these sword sealers was in the early stage, if it was him, it might be okay to deal with one, but if you want to deal with two, you might have to run away.

However, this guy Wutian actually killed five people in just a few breaths, leaving only the man in black who was the leader, still desperately fleeing, such a powerful means deeply shocked the heart of the Gu devil.

"You kill us today, and you only have one way to go in the future, and this way is death!" The black-clothed man led by him had a cold face, galloped, looked back at the chasing Wutian, and opened his mouth with a murderous awe.

Wutian didn't think so, a finger pointed out, a finger shot out, the black-clothed man's body was biased, and he avoided it very lightly, and when he began to be proud, he suddenly found that his body was imprisoned in the air, unable to move.

Turning his head to look, he saw an expressionless face, close at hand, the man changed color on the spot, and his mind moved, but he found that the heart sword could not leave his body.

At this moment, in the heart of the man in black, an irrepressible despair suddenly flooded his entire body and mind like a tide!

"Stop struggling uselessly, in my anti-heaven realm, I am the master!" Wutian looked down at the man in black condescendingly, and his tone was extremely calm.

"What? This is the legendary Heaven-defying Realm?" exclaimed the man in black.

Wutian smiled faintly and was about to make a move, but suddenly stopped and said, "Tell me, what do your so-called titles mean, maybe I will consider sparing your life!"

"Is that true?!"

For death, no matter who it is, even the sword sealer is the same, so when Wutian threw out this sentence, the man in black didn't think much about it, and directly questioned the truth of this statement.

"Seriously!"

Wutian nodded very seriously, when he heard a few people call Sword Ninety-Eight and Sword Ninety-Seven before, he was wondering, is this just a simple title, or is there something else hidden?

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