Thunder rolled halfway up the mountain and roared down the road.

Mao Daolin was so furious that he waved the boulder to pieces and said, "The dog thief has many tricks up his sleeve!"

Instead of being angry, he smiled and said: "This guy is quite interesting."

Liu Muyun regretted: "It's a pity that such a hero should be lost in our hands."

The crashing gravel is raining down from the sky again. If anyone dares to look down, his head will be covered with blood at any time.

"Thank you very much, Shi Jin."

The knife picked and slashed. Countless stones rolled down along the way, or flew down from the sky. The opportunity was always delayed, always giving Zuo Wuzhou a chance to take a breath.

The lineup led by the nine great martial emperors was so grand and terrifying.

"Golden Snake Dance!" One of the four great Martial Emperors in Tamsui thought of Fulong's injury and displayed his combat skills, roaring into the sky with his sword.

Endless sword light pierces the sky and the earth, just like a golden snake dancing wildly, exploding all over the sky and the ground!

"Wishful Ring!" The water waves rolled up and condensed into layers of barriers, making it impossible for the golden snake dance to be destroyed. Even so, many of the golden sword lights in the sky finally broke the barrier, making Zuo Wuzhou groan.

.Falled to the top of the mountain.

"Emperor Wu is indeed difficult to deal with!"

As soon as he reached the top of the mountain, Zuo Wuzhou was extremely decisive, with a look of determination on his face. He quickly jumped down to the opposite side of the steep mountain without even thinking about it!

The Nine Martial Emperors' expressions changed slightly: "This man is really crazy. He jumped off this mountain hundreds of meters high and lost half his life even if he didn't die. Who does he think he is? He can fly."

Liudongcheng laughed heartily: "Zuo Wuzhou, there are people everywhere who want to kill you. Let me see where else you can escape. If you can survive this time, I, Liudongcheng, will carry your shoes for the rest of my life."

"Hahaha. Liu Dongcheng, you are destined to carry my shoes for the rest of your life." A wild laugh came from behind.

The Nine Martial Emperors sneered. They looked at each other and jumped down to fly. Their flying posture was indeed a bit weird. Not only was their speed not fast, they were also swaying and cautious.

"What I'm waiting for is for you to fly."

Seeing the Nine Martial Emperors flying down, Zuo Wuzhou's eyes lit up: "They are indeed following."

Looking down towards the earth, he saw soul monks all over the mountains and plains, setting up ambushes layer by layer. At first glance, it looked like a large intertwined net, ready to trap him in it at any time and swallow him.

Lose.

Relying on the water wave barrier formed by the "Ruyi Ring", he continued to pull with ten strokes along the way to slow down the speed. Zuo Wuzhou jumped down from the mountain hundreds of meters away, fell to the ground violently, and rolled over a dozen times in a row.

He fought, his face turned pale and he vomited a few mouthfuls of blood!

His eyes suddenly became as solid as iron. He gently stroked the knife in his palm and said, "Ten Jin, it's up to you!"

The Shijin buzzed and trembled slightly, as if they understood his intention completely. With a flick of the hand, the Shijin flew out silently. Zuo Wuzhou activated the "Hidden Dragon Soul" and disappeared into the dense forest like a ghost.

"Zuo Wuzhou, you thief, get out of here, I will take your head to pay tribute to my Yunxiao Sect members!"

Mao Daolin was extremely furious. Bao Nanyi and Che Jiu were secretly shocked and looked at each other: "Who is this Zuo Wuzhou? He has done such outrageous things and has attracted the pursuit of so many emperors. The pursuer

The character is so complicated. This guy must have offended the entire Ronghe area!"

Bao Nanyi and Che did not know the inside story for a while, so it was really hard to imagine what the Lord Wu who could make the nine great Martial Emperors pursue and kill together, and the man who could make all the factions of Ronghe countries pursue and kill him, had done what.

It should be noted that back then, there was a soul monk who had acquired a blood soul. He killed innocent people and specifically hunted down soul monks from various sects and sects to practice. When he aroused public outrage and was hunted down, there was absolutely no such huge soul monk.

line-up.

Bao Nanyi and Che Jiu could fully imagine Mao Daolin's rage. Thinking of the mountains of heads piled up by the Yunxiao Sect that day, Bao Nanyi and Che Jiu felt horrified.

"The Nine Great Martial Emperors are chasing us. This guy can still escape to this point. He is really difficult to deal with." Bao Nanyi and Che Jiu looked at each other: "We are just friends, why not lend a helping hand to Brother Mao."

Suddenly, not far away, the Shijin Sword buzzed and trembled slightly, and blood flowed. According to Zuo Wuzhou's intention, he restrained his breath for a while, and then suddenly burst out.

But he saw a flash of blood rushing into the night. A trace of resentment flowed through Mao Daolin's eyes, and his body movements flew away like lightning: "I'm here to accept my fate."

"The Hidden Dragon Soul has transformed into a Soul. Don't let me down!" Zuo Wuzhou paused, and the blackness of his pupils quickly spread, filling his eyes: "It's the remnants of Yunxiao who are here! This couldn't be better."

Mao Daolin rushed towards him frantically, but at this moment, what he saw was a Shiju Dao, and he couldn't help but be startled!

Zuo Wuzhou walked out in fear, and approached Mao Daolin with a trembling voice: "Master Wu Emperor, he, he went that way!"

"Which way?" Mao Daolin's eyes widened angrily. Burning with rage, he suddenly felt something was wrong: "This man's outfit looks familiar. How come he doesn't have any breath?"

"That's it now!" Zuo Wuzhou's heart was as solid as a rock, and he remained completely motionless as he exploded in an instant. With such a sudden explosion so close at hand, Mao Daolin momentarily lost sight of it and was immediately wrapped around his neck by a pair of iron arms!

Mao Dao came to be the Martial Emperor. His cultivation level was average. He was frightened and angry, and his soul power was violent. It was like thunder on the ground, Zuo Wuzhou caught him, and he was hit like a rag bag. The bones in his body were almost broken.

Mao Daolin was sprayed with blood all over his body!

The coldness in his eyes did not waver at all, as if his physical body had not been severely damaged. A sudden change made it difficult for Bao Nanyi and Che Jiu to respond.

Even so. Zuo Wuzhou's Lingtai was completely empty. Seeing these two great martial emperors standing nearby, he knew that... they should be with the remnants of the clouds. I must stop them from letting out any anger.

Being able to maintain absolute clarity of consciousness in such a painful situation really depends on his tempered will and combat experience. Zuo Wuzhou roared wildly: "The remnants of Yunxiao will die together!"

Like a mad tiger, it grabbed Mao Daolin and rolled around crazily. Mao Daolin was extremely furious, and his soul power surged again. In the blink of an eye, Zuo Wuzhou broke countless bones, and mouthfuls of blood spurted out. It was really cruel and endless.

"Even if you die, you will definitely die before me!"

Mao Daolin felt excruciating pain in his neck. He was suffocating and his face turned purple. His brain was completely turned into mush. No matter how many ways he tried, no matter how good he was, his mind was blank for a moment and he couldn't think of anything.

The two of them rolled around like naughty boys fighting, but their power was a hundred times greater. They collided with each other and caused the trees to collapse. At that moment, they spotted a big stone and rolled over it. Mao Daolin's head hit the big stone very hard, and he paused.

Let the blood shine brightly.

Zuo Wuzhou's whole body burst with blood, his muscles and bones suddenly appeared, and all his strength was concentrated in his arms. It was ten times harder than the iron arm, and his momentum was like a tiger. He crazily grabbed Mao Daolin's neck and moved upwards wildly.

Mention: "Ouch!".

Mao Daolin's pitiful howl was only half-way through. It suddenly stopped, and his head was pulled out from his body alive, dragging down his long windpipe.

It's too scary, too terrifying. From this we can see why the higher the level of soul monks, the less they like close combat. First, the more they practice, the more suitable they are for long-distance combat. Second, it is too dangerous.

Zuo Wuzhou held his head in his arms, his eyes glaring, his arrogance rising to the top. He really looked like a demon.

!

The so-called dare to pull down Emperor Wu even if he is willing to be killed. This kind of courage and this kind of hard work are just heart-wrenching.

"roll!"

The ten swords weigh thirty-three kilograms. The sword has no edge, which means that the soul is endless. Although the sword without edge is not sharp, it is more ferocious. As the saying goes, the net is as fierce as a wave, and it can be chopped down with one knife!

The Hunwu Lord who was standing in front of him was frightened at the sight, and raised his sword to meet him, but all of them were blasted into the ground, including the sword. The long sword in his palm was released, trembling and flying, and the tiger's mouth of both palms burst open.

Seeing that there were more and more enemies, Zuo Wuzhou let out a wiping scream, filled with murderous intent, and was extremely cruel: "Anyone who stands in my way will die!"

There is nothing fancy about the sword technique. It goes straight forward, overwhelming people with force, but it is invincible. Like a raging fire, it spreads rapidly and sweeps in a straight line, making everyone feel frightened wherever it goes.

Bao Nanyi and Che Jiu rushed over and were shocked when they saw the scene: "Is this person a human or a ghost, a god or a demon? Lord Wu, when has there ever been such a mighty Lord in the world?"

Absolutely straight line. There is not the slightest deviation. Zuo Wuzhou is like a mountain moving at high speed, moving at full speed, with his toes barely touching the ground, and almost no one can stop him.

The Shijie explosion illuminated the layers of blood, making the sky dark red. Along the way, figures screamed and flew out. It was like being crushed by a bulldozer, and they all flew out and sprayed wildly.

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As fast as light, as violent as fire, and as tragic as the battlefield.

Soul monks all over the mountains and plains flew out like rag bags, and everyone they hit along the way flew out. A sound of thunder, a sound of thunder, and streaks of blood turned into the most heroic scene in the rain curtain.

The aura was so strong and the fighting spirit was so fierce that even before anyone arrived, the heavy rain had carved out a dry path. It was astonishing that the water droplets had been evaporated by Zuo Wuzhou's fire-based bodywork that burned to the extreme.

Water mist is intertwined and diffused in this rain.

At this time, Zuo Wuzhou was like a human-shaped bullet, shooting out in a straight line, nothing could make him stay.

Under the heavy rain, there were splendid brilliance, silhouettes in contrast, flaming red war shadows, and an invincible arrogance. This situation and scene were so integrated, and they were as perfect as flowing clouds and flowing water.

This scene is like a carving with a knife and an ax, and many people cannot forget this figure running in the heavy rain throughout their lives.

The young man in black, who is like the god of war, is running continuously at a speed unmatched by anyone in the world, amidst the splendid beauty and unparalleled power created by man. He will run forever, and he will never stop until the end of the world.

Breakthrough, breakthrough. Breakthrough again!

Hundreds of soul monks, all of whom were martial masters or above, were running all over the mountains and plains, forming teams to intercept one after another. But they were like pieces of paper, broken with one poke.

Zuo Wuzhou ran with concentration, and reached the pinnacle moment of his lifelong cultivation. At this moment, he had reached a peak that was extremely difficult to climb, running and slashing selflessly, immersed in his concentrated mind.

One after another, figures spilled blood and retreated, and waves of soul monks formed teams to intercept them.

The wave seemed to have no end. Zuo Wuzhou suddenly felt a little tired. He had never been so eager to stop and take a rest. He gathered his will again: "Run, Zuo Wuzhou. Don't stop, never stop."

Zuo Wuzhou. Run on. Just like you are running on the road of soul cultivation, don't stop, don't stop for a moment. No one can make your heart beat, no one can shake you, and no one can make you stagnant. Run,

Keep running.

Don't stop until you die. No, you can't stop even if you die.

Running at extremely fast speeds, the most peak moments of life are revealed. Every run and every sword strike is like thunder, making it impossible to resist.

Zuo Wuzhou was immersed in a selfless state of mind, and a pure smile of happiness actually appeared.

This smile made all the interceptors feel chilled and chilled all over their bodies for absolutely no reason: "Is he really unkillable?"

Zuo Wuzhou is a bloody man through and through, with countless broken bones all over his body.

Qi didn't know how many scars remained on his body. There were wounds everywhere on his front and back. What surprised Stubborn Heart was that there was a sword in his belly that passed through the hole in the back of his heart.
To be continued...