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Long Zhanye, approached him at an extremely fast speed.
He rushed in front of King of Slaughter in the blink of an eye.
At this time, Zhongli Wu also followed.
But Golden Dragon Spear in Long Zhanye's right hand directly penetrated King of Slaughter's body.
The speed was astonishingly fast, and the tip of the gun instantly penetrated from his back, bringing with it a stream of red and black liquid.
Golden Dragon Spear, is devouring his life force crazily!
The spiral pattern on the golden gun body began to glow, and the light became brighter and brighter.
King of Slaughter's face turned pale in an instant, and his skin became dry at a speed visible to the naked eye.
But at the moment of swallowing, Long Zhanye felt something was wrong.
What Golden Dragon Spear swallowed was not just the vitality of King of Slaughter--
There is something else.
Those things were very cold, flowing along Golden Dragon Spear, from King of Slaughter's body, into Long Zhanye's body!
Long Zhanye didn't think much. He continued to hold Golden Dragon Spear with his right hand, letting it continue to devour King of Slaughter's life force.
His left hand suddenly reached out, with five fingers like hooks, he picked up Asura Demon Sword and held it in his hand.
Just when he was about to put it in his bag, he felt a cold wind behind him--
Zhongli Wu appeared behind him.
He was less than three steps away.
There was a fierce light in his eyes. As long as Long Zhanye dared to take Asura Demon Sword into his pocket, he would take action without hesitation...
Long Zhanye knows that a good man never suffers immediate losses.
Although his current condition is better than Zhongli Wu, it is not much better.
If he falls out with Zhongli Wu at this time, he may not be able to win, and he may even die here.
This sword will belong to you sooner or later.
Now give it to Zhongli Wu and let him keep it. When the time is right, it won't be too late to take it back.
I saw Long Zhanye handing the sword to Zhongli Wu.
The movement was generous and natural, and there was no reluctance or hesitation on his face.
Then, Golden Dragon Spear was suddenly pulled out of King of Slaughter's body.
When the golden spear tip was pulled out from his chest, it brought up a string of blood beads and minced meat.
King of Slaughter's shrunken body trembled violently, and then collapsed in the ruins like a lifeless mummy.
King of Slaughter, was sucked dry directly!
But at this time, five groups of rays of light rose from his body!
Those five groups of light are colorful.
That's exactly five pieces of Spirit Bone--including two pieces of Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone!
Long Zhanye was dumbfounded. Unexpectedly, this King of Slaughter actually had five pieces of Spirit Bone!
Five dollars!
That is a configuration that Douluo cannot even dream of.
He originally thought that King of Slaughter could have at most three Spirit Bones. After all, he was already Super Douluo of Level 98, and having three Spirit Bones was already pretty good.
But he didn't expect that there were five pieces of King of Slaughter, and two of them were Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone!
Without any hesitation, Long Zhanye pocketed all five pieces of Spirit Bone.
His movements were astonishingly fast, as fast as lightning. With a wave of his left hand, all five rays of light disappeared into his Storage Belt.
When Zhongli Wu saw this, he shouted:
"You--!"
Long Zhanye said, "Since the leader has already obtained Asura Demon Sword, why should he be greedy for these few Spirit Bone?"
"The sword is a divine weapon, Spirit Bone is just a mortal object. The leader already has a divine weapon, do you still want to fight with the juniors for these small pieces of Spirit Bone?"
Zhongli Wu shook his head, with a sense of helplessness, reluctance, and anger in his movements, as well as a hint of calculated anger that made him laugh or cry.
He said angrily, with a kind of irrepressible anger in his voice:
"Why did you--kill him?!"
Long Zhanye put on an innocent look:
"Leader, didn't we two have an appointment before to snatch Asura Demon Sword from him?"
"You have already grabbed the sword, why not kill him to avoid future troubles?"
"This beast is so powerful that if we spare his life, there will be endless troubles in the future!!"
Zhongli Wu After hearing this, my head was about to explode.
His face was alternately blue and white, as if a palette had been overturned. His facial features were distorted, blue veins popped out, and his lips were trembling violently.
He wanted both a sword and a man.
The original idea was: Long Zhanye would help him capture Asura Demon Sword.
He took the opportunity to awaken Holy Emperor, brought him back to Holy Spirit Cult, and made him the leader of Holy Spirit Cult again, leading Holy Spirit Cult to glory.
But everything backfired, and his plan failed.
The sword was taken away, but the man died.
He killed Holy Emperor in his heart and destroyed Evil Soul Master's many years of faith.
But he relied on what he said before and the agreement he made with Long Zhanye.
It just said "capture Asura Demon Sword", not "cannot kill King of Slaughter".
Therefore, although Long Zhanye's approach is morally excessive, there is no breach of contract in terms of the agreement.
He swallowed this breath unwillingly.
His face was as gloomy as water, and his cheeks were as bulging as iron pimples, but he did not have a seizure, did not make a move, and did not fall out.
Because now he Soul Power has bottomed out and his body is exhausted. If he really fights Long Zhanye, he may not be able to win.
Moreover, Long Zhanye still has two magical weapons in his hands. If he really takes action, he may be the one who suffers.
Then, the two left towards the exit of Slaughter City.
Just as they were leaving, they found that Slaughter City was boiling instantly.
Whether it is Outer City or Inner City, thousands of Fallen Ones are flocking to...
Those Fallen Ones, those beast-like guys who have long lost their humanity and have lived in this hell for countless years.
Some of them are holding swords, some are holding Soul Tool, some are bare-handed, and some are even half-human and half-ghost...
Without the control of King of Slaughter, they seemed to have become a group of lunatics.
They poured out from every street, building, and corner, like a tide, rushing towards the exit!
They are so numerous, densely packed, and countless that they are like ants--
The entire Slaughter City seemed to have turned into a volcano about to erupt, and they were the magma that was about to spew out!
Long Zhanye instantly realized that he was in trouble.
He killed King of Slaughter. Although he took the sword and obtained Spirit Bone, he also destroyed the order of Slaughter City.
Without the suppression of King of Slaughter, these Fallen Ones are like wild beasts breaking free from their cages, breaking out of Slaughter City and pouring into the outside world.
If these Fallen Ones are allowed to escape to the outside world, the whole world will fall into chaos.
But Zhongli Wu doesn't care about any of this.
He flew forward on his own, neither too fast nor too slow, just like a traveler on his way back.
There was no worry or guilt in his eyes, only an indifferent calmness, as if he was watching a play that had nothing to do with him.
The moment Long Zhanye flew away from the exit, several fast-moving Fallen Ones were about to come out of the exit.
Their bodies have rushed out of the door, and their hands have reached out to the outside world.
Long Zhanye lit up and Left Arm Spirit Bone suddenly shouted:
"Titan God Fist--!"
I saw a light and shadow of Titan Divine Ape appearing on his body.
The light and shadow merged with his body, and his right arm became as heavy as if it were wrapped in lava and rocks.
Then, the divine fist slammed directly towards the exit!
Those Fallen Ones were directly beaten back to Slaughter City, and flew backwards under the impact of the fist wind.
Then he fell heavily to the ground inside the exit, his flesh and blood were bruised, his bones were broken, and he screamed repeatedly.
Countless gravel fell from the impact point of the divine fist, blocking the exit--
The sunshine outside can no longer shine into Slaughter City; the Fallen Ones inside can no longer escape from this hell.
Long Zhanye stood outside the exit, standing on the land without the smell of blood under the gray sky, breathing heavily.
Behind him is the sealed Slaughter City, a hell full of death and despair, a prison that he never wants to go back to.