Everything just now was like a nightmare, and the horror of Zhan Wuque made Yan Wushuang scared him, wishing he could kill Zhan Wuque so quickly.

Because he knew that with the conflict between the two, if Zhan Wuque could continue to grow up, he would definitely die at that time.

Even the sect leader of Guiyi Jian Sect, his master Zhen Nantian, could not protect him.

Now Zhan Wuque has become a fool, and a huge rock in his heart has finally landed on the ground.

"No, he is dead. I have to find a way to get the evil-proof sword on his body!"

Lei Ze thought in his heart and began to think of countermeasures.

Everyone has their own ulterior motives.

"Young Master! Damn!"

In the crowd, there was an inconspicuous corner, and several people looked angry.

Several of them were the ones who dominated the world chamber of commerce, but their cultivation was not high, and they were only the Emperor of Martial Arts.

"This matter must be discussed from a long-term perspective. Mo Tian is powerful and the power behind it is even more extraordinary. If we fight head-on, we will definitely not be our opponents."

An older warrior sighed and said.

"Wait, you guys see!"

One of them hurriedly said.

The others looked in the sound and found that Zhan Wuque had steadily landed in the ninety-fiveth step.

As everyone expected, Zhan Wuque vomited blood and flew backwards, and his willpower was destroyed.

“What’s the situation?”

Everyone was stunned.

But Zhan Wuque was quietly conscious of the feeling of the healing of the ten cracks.

His will is like a mountain of swords, majestic and unmoving, and indestructible.

All the pressure became the medicine for the healing of his residual soul.

Therefore, even if he was sneak attacked by Mo Tian and fell into the 95th step, Zhan Wuque was still calm.

He experienced countless hardships in his previous life, and his will is comparable to that of a divine iron. How could he shake it in one place of inheritance?

His soul is the residual soul of the God of War. Although it is not as great as before, it is not comparable to the seven-color cave.

Although this pressure is extraordinary, it can only be used by him, and is far from being able to hurt him.

"Demon Heaven, you are looking for death!"

Zhan Wuque looked back, his eyes cold and murderous intent.
Chapter completed!