Chapter 1711                                                            �

The spiritual sword in Mess's hand turned into a giant dragon and flew towards Wang Tiezhu roaring.

"boom!"

The terrifying collision continued to sound.

The dragon in Metz's hand and the flying sword in Wang Tiezhu's hand bombarded each other fiercely.

"Puff!"

With a mouthful of blood sprayed, Wang Tiezhu's body trembled. The flying sword in his hand was divided into two by Wang Meis's dragon, turning into a pile of fragments and disappearing. The momentum on his body fell suddenly, and he took a few steps backwards, and his face turned pale.

"You're dead!"

Metz sneered.

Wang Tiezhu disagreed and said with a smile: "Do you know why I can't fight you in the formation? For such a long time, that formation can completely stop you from attacking three or four times."

"What?"

Mess's face froze and realized something was wrong.

"Do you know, what is the most powerful killing method that Eastern monks are undoubtedly? It is a flying sword, and the most powerful flying sword requires power accumulation. Continuously accumulating power can burst out unimaginable power, which is also the reason why I set up that formation."

"In fact, it is not to stop your attack, but to cover up the accumulation of the flying sword. There are two ways to accumulate the power of the flying sword. The method I use is just to drive my energy and constantly suck the spiritual energy of heaven and earth! And I would like to remind you that I have an agreement with the boss here that the spiritual energy here will be supplied to me to the maximum extent!"

"Now, the flying sword has been charged. Do you think you can still withstand me?"

Wang Tiezhu said calmly.

When Messe heard this, his face changed drastically.

The next second, in the formation, an extremely powerful sharp aura soared into the sky, and a sharp flying sword broke through the air from the formation void and headed straight for Wang Tiezhu.

"call out!"

“Buzz buzz…”

There were buzzing sounds in the air, the space was cut, and cracks appeared around the Dragon Roar Sword.

"you!"

Metz looked in disbelief.

How is this possible?!

Wang Tiezhu is so powerful!

"you!"

Wang Tiezhu looked calm, and a flying sword in his hand swung, and terrifying momentum condensed. A stream of destructive aura continued to surge in the air, causing violent elements in the air to fluctuate, and a terrifying pressure kept pressing towards Mess.

Mess's body trembled involuntarily, and a fearful thought rose in his heart. This breath made him feel that he might be killed at any time!

Feeling this extremely terrifying aura, the other monks couldn't help but change their faces.

"This breath...is so terrifying?"

"What level of sword energy is this?"

"snort!"

A bunch of terrifying auras continued to gather around Wang Tiezhu's body. Terrifying energy and sword light flashed, tearing the void. The terrifying aura instantly swept over, causing terrifying hurricanes.

"cut!"

Wang Tiezhu roared.

The Dragon Roar Sword carries an unparalleled aura, carrying an unparalleled power, driving an unparalleled sharpness, and kills towards Mess. The space is constantly collapsed by this aura.

Mess's face was horrified, and his eyes revealed endless fear. This aura was really too terrifying!

Mess was extremely frightened, mobilized all his spiritual power on his body and sacrificed a spiritual dragon!

The dragon roar sword light was prosperous, and the terrifying sword energy instantly soared into the sky, carrying a terrifying pressure, slashed hard on Mess' dragon. With a loud bang, Mess' dragon shattered with one sword, and the sword light remained unabated, and continued to move towards Mess in front.

Metz was shocked and his body suddenly retreated.

Unfortunately it's too late.

"Click!"

The Dragon Roar Sword turned into an astonishing light and shadow, broke through the air, and came to Mess in an instant. The terrifying aura instantly enveloped Mess!

Metz's body shook violently, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out.

Mess's face was as pale as paper, his eyes widened, his eyes almost fell off, and his eyes were filled with endless unwillingness.

"Bang!"

The Dragon Roar Sword slashed hard on Mess' chest, and blood splattered.

Mess' body was divided into two by the Dragon Roar Sword.

"Bang!"

The next moment, Metz's body exploded and turned into a halo and disappeared, leaving only a piece of residue, floating in the void.

Seeing this scene, the other monks were so scared that their hearts stopped beating, their faces pale as paper, and they looked at the scene in horror.

Metz is dead!

They watched Mess beheaded by Wang Tiezhu, but they did not dare to step forward, for fear of encountering the same fate.

"Yes, can you... let us go!"

Over there, a monk looked at Wang Tiezhu tremblingly and whispered.

Wang Tiezhu looked silent and said nothing.

The monks hurriedly knelt down and begged for mercy, kowtowing one by one like pounding garlic, and kept kowtowing.

How dare they offend such a terrifying existence?

At the same time, Jin Zhuang and the others worked together to pass the second level, and were covered in injuries on their bodies, and finally entered the third level.

"I didn't see Wang Tiezhu in the second level. Wasn't he trapped in the first level?!"

Jin Zhuang looked at the scene around him and felt very anxious.

Everyone also frowned. The first level was a personal level, but the second level was a group level.

When you look at this third level, it is also a group level. Wang Tiezhu is the strongest among them. Without him, you will definitely not be able to pass this third level, right?

"Look!"

Someone yelled and pointed forward.

Everyone looked at it immediately, and then they were stunned!

More than twenty late-stage cultivators in the True Realm knelt in front of Wang Tiezhu and begged to let go!

What the hell?!

Jin Zhuang and the others widened their eyes, their eyes full of disbelief.

"He, what did he do that scared so many people so much?!"

"So many people actually knelt down and begged for mercy!

What did this kid Wang Tiezhu do?!"

Why did you scare these people like this?!

Everyone was stunned, looking at Wang Tiezhu's expression full of disbelief.

After a moment of silence, he rushed over and asked what was going on.

When they learned that Wang Tiezhu had killed two peak masters in the true realm, their heads were instantly short-circuited.

Damn it!

This is OK?

Two masters at the peak of the true realm were killed so easily in Wang Tiezhu's hands?!

Jin Zhuang and the others' expressions suddenly became wonderful.

Damn, what kind of monster is this guy?

In the middle stage of the True Realm, killing the peak of the True Realm is not a dream?

When they saw the bodies of Metz and Mars, they completely believed that although they were dead, the death time was very short, and the breath of the strong man had not yet dissipated!

It is absolutely not fake, it is the peak of the real realm.

Jin Zhuang and Crocodon couldn't help but gasp and looked at each other!

"These people should have a lot of divine blood on their hands, so you can divide it! As for the last level, I have cooperated with the boss of this level, so we won't challenge it. I will go to the last level and get some benefits from the boss."
Chapter completed!