Volume 2, Chapter 162: Sword Name: God Slayer

Time lasts.

The fierce war is coming to an end.

She was seen shooting out from the billowing smoke and dust.

He was holding a woman in his hand.

If you look closely, you can see that the woman is covered in blood and her clothes are torn in many places.

She pinched her neck like this.

Then the other hand was clenched into a fist.

He rushed towards the other woman with a huge wave of energy.

The woman was already restrained by Chao Xiao and couldn't escape.

Now Jinghong suddenly attacks.

She didn't have time to hide.

He punched her hard in the chest.

There were three consecutive sounds of breaking through the air.

"Bang...."

"Bang....."

"boom......"

The woman spat out a mouthful of immortal blood, which splashed into the sky.

Then it landed suddenly.

Another small hill was smashed to pieces.

Jinghong's figure flashed again.

Immersed in the smoke and dust.

Then the roar continued.

Although they are hundreds of miles apart.

But one could still feel that the entire Taxian Pavilion was shaking violently.

Wanjin and a group of people gathered together and looked through telescopes.

distance.

Chao Xiao was still standing in the sky at this time, but he knew in his heart that it would be the same whether he was there or not.

Ye Tingmu sipped his tea from time to time, but his eyes were always fixed on the third-grade immortal Jian Wushu on the farther horizon.

There was a throbbing in his eyes.

He didn't understand why this person didn't take action yet.

Could it be that he wanted to show off at the last moment?

At this time, the battle on Jinghong's side had ended.

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated.

Looking down from above the sky.

The battlefield just now turned into ruins.

Not a blade of grass grows.

And Jinghong stands between heaven and earth.

Holding an immortal by the neck in one hand.

One foot stepped on the head of another immortal.

Just standing there like this.

He also did not forget to wipe the dust off his face with his other hand.

It looked extremely domineering, yet also a little funny.

Chao Xiao couldn't help but shake his head when he saw this scene.

Jian Wushu naturally saw this scene as well.

The corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

I muttered to myself: "How tragic."

At the main peak of the Stepping Immortal Palace, a group of people shouted.

"Awesome."

“Domineering.”

It still only took a few minutes to make the move.

Jinghong easily subdued the two first-rank immortals.

Moreover, his methods are cruel and he shows no mercy to women.

However, these two women are still alive.

Her gaze, like her elder brother's, was locked on Jian Wushu.

The battle gradually came to an end.

Also moved.

He slowly walked towards the Stepping Immortal Palace.

The three halos are shining brightly.

However, one could not sense any fighting or killing intent from him.

Still so gentle.

This made Ye Tingmu a little confused.

I saw him walking in mid-air.

Suddenly, a horn sounded above the sky.

That was the sound of a horn from ancient times.

It reveals endless simplicity and fighting spirit.

That was the charge.

The sound lasted less than a second.

A purple aurora suddenly flashed in the dark starry sky.

Then a purple line appeared.

Piercing the sky.

Gradually, there were no more books to read and I stopped moving forward.

Sweat streamed down his forehead, and then he lay motionless.

Because it was right in front of his eyes, about an inch away from his own eyes.

A sword appeared out of nowhere.

Purple long sword.

The long sword was glowing purple.

His whole body exuded an aura of destruction.

At this time, the sword was still trembling slightly.

There was a "clang..." sound, like the sound of a sword or something breaking through the air.

This sword is extremely fast.

The sword has arrived, but the sound comes later.

Jian Wushu swallowed his saliva. He knew in his heart that the person who released this sword must be no simple person.

And in the lower realm, in his opinion, the only one who could do all this should be Ye Tingmu.

Ye Tingmu's voice also rang out at this time.

"If you take another step forward, I can't guarantee that you will survive."

His tone was unusually calm, yet also filled with endless arrogance.

It seemed as if the third-grade immortals were like ants in his eyes, and he could kill them at will.

This is indeed the case. Ye Tingmu has now become a saint.

In understanding the two swords.

The sword just now was called: God-killer.

It is the eighth sword among the Thirteen Swords of Heaven and Earth.

When the sword is out, anyone below the level of Heavenly Immortal can be killed in an instant.

Therefore, let alone a mere third-grade immortal, even the tenth-grade immortal Ye Tingmu sent by Tiantian could be killed.

This is the confidence that comes from the Thirteen Swords of Heaven and Earth.

What are the Thirteen Swords of Heaven and Earth? These are the Thirteen Swords of Heaven and Earth, each one more powerful than the last.

That's why he was so calm just now.

Gradually there are no more books, and I smile awkwardly.

"Forehead........."

His heart was shocked.

Because he felt somewhat familiar with the aura of this sword.

This further confirmed to him that Ye Tingmu was related to the ancient gods.

Such sword moves could only be found in ancient times, when all things revived and the power of heaven and earth was at its strongest.

And the purpose of his trip was not to kill Ye Tingmu.

Instead, he wanted to know whether Ye Tingmu was really a descendant of the Ancestral God as those Immortal Emperors said.

Obviously he already had the answer in his mind, and this trip was just to confirm it.

Ye Tingmu was reading Fang Quan's confession that Zhou Heisan had just handed over to him.

Lan Lan said: "Tell me, how do you want to die..."

Although the two were thousands of meters apart.

But the sound is infused with true energy.

Therefore, I heard it clearly.

Hearing this, Jian Wu Shu quickly said, "Don't, we are one family, we can talk it out, we can talk it out!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Ye Tingmu was stunned and his hand that was flipping through the pages stopped.

His eyebrows were twisted together.

I muttered in my heart: "One of our own, what the hell?"

He was a little confused and was guessing the possibilities.

But the answer is not enough to solve the puzzle.

He asked curiously, "What do you mean by 'our own people'? I don't seem to know you, sir."

Jian Wushu quickly clasped his fists.

"You don't know me, but I know you. To be honest, I came down to earth from the third day just to seek refuge with you."

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole audience fell silent.

Chao Xiao was stunned, Jinghong was stunned.

Even the three dying immortals were stunned.

And during those three days, a group of former emperors were also stunned.

Everyone stared with their eyes wide open.

You look at me, I look at you, two idiots meet each other, doubly confused.

Ling Wanxiang was so angry that he almost died on the spot.

"What the hell?" he cursed in his mind.

All the former emperors also looked at him.

He didn't know what to do anymore.

He was thinking, No, this must be wrong.

A mere third-rank immortal would definitely not dare to lie to himself.

I dare not betray myself so blatantly.

If it was true as he said, he went to seek refuge with Ye Tingmu.

What is he trying to achieve? It doesn't make sense.

That must not be the case.

He pretended to be calm and said to the former emperors:

"Why are you looking at me? This is a tactic. Show weakness to the enemy to confuse them, and then kill them in one fell swoop. Do you understand?"

Although he couldn't help feeling a little uneasy when he said this.

Considering that this person had not taken any action just now, he was even more indifferent when he watched his companion being abused.

And since he arrived, he hasn't released any pressure or magical power.

So...

He had a bad feeling in his heart, but he didn't want to believe such a result, and he couldn't bear it.

It's so ridiculous.

It took the blood and essence of thirty Immortal Emperors to send it down.