Chapter 2430

Although I am alone, I will press on.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang! A terrifying power suddenly erupted from the frontmost encirclement of the Evil Spirit army. Following that, many Evil Spirits were sent flying like trash.

Among the countless Evil Spirits that were sent flying, a figure in fluttering white clothes suddenly leapt out. He held an Emperor Sword in his right hand, and his body was surrounded by three divine swords and a huge meteor hammer.

These four divine artifacts were not ordinary. They were the Thunderfire Sword, Blood Immortal Sword, Nine Extinction Divine Rune Sword, and Sky Destroying Meteor. They were all Secondary Heaven Breaking Divine Artifacts.

The four Divine Artifacts revolved around Zhuo Wen, forming a powerful defensive barrier that blocked off the countless evil spirits that were charging at him.

Moreover, Zhuowen was even more powerful. Holding the Emperor Sword, he directly charged into the Evil Spirit army. The Emperor Sword in his hand was extremely fast, and only a faint afterimage of the Emperor Sword could be seen.

Moreover, every time the Emperor Sword was swung, it could instantly blast all the Evil Spirits that it passed through into powder. Under the Emperor Sword, these Evil Spirits were as weak as tofu.

Just like that, Zhuowen, one man and one sword, shuttled through the Evil Spirit army as if he was entering an unstoppable state. All the Evil Spirits were basically unable to withstand a single strike from Zhuowen's Emperor Sword.

As for the attacks from the surrounding Evil Spirits, Zhuowen simply ignored them. With the defense of the four Secondary Heaven Breaking Divine Artifacts, he basically did not need to take the initiative to defend. He only needed to focus on attacking.

As a result, everyone was astonished to see this scene. Within the densely packed Evil Spirit army, a white-clothed figure went against the flow. Everywhere he went, the Evil Spirits were all killed and disappeared.

And Zhuowen's bold action naturally aroused the anger of countless Evil Spirits. Countless Evil Spirits leapt up and attacked Zhuowen like rain. The Evil Spirits at the side did not let go of any openings and crowded around Zhuowen from all directions.

All of a sudden, the pressure on Zhuowen became much greater. The four Secondary Heaven Cleaving Divine artifacts were not airtight. As more and more evil spirits gathered, gaps would appear in the defenses. Then, the attacks of the evil spirits would land on Zhuowen's body.

However, Zhuowen's body had been soaked in the blood of the True Dragon. Although his body wasn't as tough as Devour King, it had reached Devour's level. Therefore, when the evil spirits attacked him, Zhuowen didn't pay much attention to them.

"Although I am alone, I will go!"

Zhuowen let out a long laugh. Amidst the countless evil spirits, he slaughtered them to the extreme. He also discovered that the Death Qi gathered in the King Sword was becoming stronger and stronger, more and more exuberant, as if something was awakening from the Death Qi.

At the end of the plain, many cultivators could not help but feel their blood boiling when they saw this scene.

Especially when Zhuowen said, "Even though I'm alone, I'll still go forward." The cultivators all felt guilty, as well as a surge of passion that they hadn't felt in a long time.

"Even though I am alone, I will still go forward!"

Palace Master Jing Yun murmured in a low voice. Although her eyes were slightly closed, her divine sense was firmly fixed on Zhuowen's body. Especially when she discovered that this figure, who didn't look strong, had rushed into the army of evil spirits. Her heart was completely throbbing.

What kind of man could have such breadth of mind and heart?

Yao Xiangjun looked at Zhuowen's figure in a daze. Her beautiful eyes had long since turned misty, and she kept repeating Zhuowen's words.

The scene that happened today was something that this group of cultivators would never forget. It was too unforgettable.

Rakshasa King's face was gloomy. He finally realized that something was wrong.

His gaze was fixed on the King Sword in Zhuowen's hand. To be more precise, he was staring at the grey energy that covered the surface of the King Sword.

"Death Qi …"

Rakshasa King finally recognized the true face of the grey energy, and he was shocked.

He also knew that death Qi was an energy that could restrain half-dead creatures like them, but it was very rare. Even in Death Valley, death Qi had never appeared, but this white-clothed young man in front of him actually had this strange energy.

"Die!"

Rakshasa King attacked. He knew that no matter how many evil spirits there were, they couldn't do anything to Zhuowen, who had death Qi. Thus, he was the only one who could make a move.

Moreover, Rakshasa King was also worried that the death Qi on Zhuowen's body would strengthen as he killed the evil spirits. At that time, it would reach a level that could threaten him.

One must know that the death Qi not only restrained evil spirits, but also the Rakshasa King himself.

Of course, the death Qi on Zhuowen's body wasn't particularly strong at the moment, so it wasn't enough to threaten the Rakshasa King. However, as the death Qi continued to strengthen, it would definitely reach a level that could threaten the Rakshasa King. Thus, the Rakshasa King would never let this happen.

A huge palm the size of a small mountain descended from the sky and heavily smashed down in front of Zhuowen.

Countless strong winds swept up by the palm caused all the evil spirits within a hundred miles to be torn into powder.

Zhuowen felt the terrifying strong winds and suddenly raised his head to look at the terrifying palm that was getting closer and closer. His elegant long hair suddenly fluttered behind him, but his gaze became extremely solemn.

Zhuowen's right hand tightened on the King Sword, then he leaped up and slashed at the palm.

Bang!

The huge palm and the King Sword collided, causing the space within a thousand miles to collapse. Due to the intense energy of the collision, the collapsed space was suffused with strange multicolored colors.

Whoosh!

A figure suddenly flew out, and the huge palm also stopped in mid-air, trembling violently.

Zhuowen suddenly twisted his waist and firmly stopped in mid-air with the help of the force from his waist. His gaze was extremely solemn as he looked at the huge palm in front of him, as well as the owner of the palm, the Rakshasa King.

Zhuowen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He didn't feel depressed because he was repelled, but his gaze became brighter and brighter.

Just now, when the King Sword stood on the Rakshasa King's palm, he clearly felt that the King Sword, which was covered with death Qi, had indeed caused quite a lot of damage to the Rakshasa King's palm.

Moreover, this was only because the death Qi on his King Sword wasn't strong enough. If it was stronger, Zhuowen was confident that he could cut off the Rakshasa King's palm.

The Rakshasa King's expression was rather ugly. He had also discovered the huge wound on his palm. Although the wound was not serious to him, he knew that the wound was not caused by Zhuo Wen's power, but the death aura's power.

Thinking of this, the Rakshasa King's killing intent toward Zhuowen became even more terrifying.

"Die for me again!"

The Rakshasa King roared angrily and pulled out the huge bone sword on his back. He fiercely cut through the void and blasted it toward Zhuowen.

The Rakshasa King, who was holding the bone sword, was much stronger than before. This attack was also far more terrifying than the previous palm.

Seeing the Rakshasa King pull out the bone sword, Palace Master Jing Yun knew that things weren't good. Her face became extremely pale.

Back then, she was forced to use the Hundred Flower Thistle because of the Rakshasa King's bone sword. Only then was she able to block the Rakshasa King, who was holding the bone sword, and escape.

However, she also suffered an extremely serious injury because of this.

"Be careful, Zhuowen!

You can't take this bone sword head-on! "

Palace Master Jing Yun completely let go of the restraint in her heart and shouted in Zhuowen's direction.

Zhuowen stood silently on the spot and didn't move an inch. His appearance made Palace Master Jing Yun even more anxious.

Many cultivators on the spot were also sweating for Zhuowen.

"Devouring King!"

Zhuowen stood against the wind. With a wave of his sleeve, the black-clothed Zhuowen slowly appeared beside him.

Roar!