Volume 2, Chapter 57: With one sword, the saint’s arm was cut off.

The howling wind once again broke the dead trees that had escaped the destruction in the surrounding broken mountains and rivers.

Thousands of thunders roared.

Where it touches the ground, there are gullies and charred ground.

People around were faced with the shock wave.

Mobilize your true energy and start defending.

The thunder continued to strike.

Accompanied by the firelight, it gradually dimmed.

The huge sound echoed long and deep.

Faint screams could be heard from among them.

But the thunder was so loud that it drowned it out.

I don’t know how much time passed.

The dark clouds in the sky dissipated.

The Thunder is weak.

The smoke and dust at the center of the explosion were gradually blown away by the wind.

People looked up at the sky.

There was horror and expectation in his eyes.

This sword strike was like a thunderbolt from the sky.

Its momentum is fierce, strong and swift.

It's shocking.

Especially those saints who are outside the range of this sword.

In a trance, they seemed to see the dead Dongfang Shuo, the former Thunder Sword Immortal.

He was also the strongest person who could drive away thunder and lightning in the East China Sea.

It is said that Ye Tingmu has a close relationship with the Dongfang family.

They were wondering, could Ye Tingmu be Dongfang Shuo's successor?

Their Adam's apples rolled.

He clenched his fists subconsciously.

Dongfang Qingzhu was the same, her beautiful eyes full of worry.

It was at this time.

That high in the sky.

Two figures appeared.

The former is wearing black clothes and has long hair.

Black long blade.

Electricity was still flowing through the sword, and his face was somewhat charred, as if it had been burned by electricity.

He stood in the air.

The sword tip is lowered.

A pair of scarlet eyes.

His face was full of indifference.

The latter's messy red hair danced in the wind.

A long spear in his hand.

But only one arm is left.

Blood flowed down his shoulder and somehow stained his entire body.

His shirt was as bright red as his hair.

His face was covered with a layer of red scales.

There was anger, horror, unwillingness, and fear in his eyes.

He lowered his head.

The lips and teeth are trembling.

The body is shaking.

One sword cut off the saint's arm.

There is only silence between heaven and earth.

Everyone's pupils constricted again.

Even in the blood-red eyes of the beast, there was a hint of surprise.

The first level of transcendence, one sword cuts off the saint's arm.

In the East China Sea, tracing back tens of thousands of years, I am afraid that there is no similar record in any of the history books of hundreds of countries.

But today, they saw it.

The strong men in the dark gasped.

The shock was beyond words.

Changkong, the Six Saints' eyes were full of fear, and they looked at each other.

At the same time as being shocked, there was also a sense of extraordinary solemnity.

They know.

If this boy is given time, he will be invincible in the East China Sea.

But today we have a grudge.

No matter what, he must die, and he can only die.

They didn't mind, lowered their status, and joined in the fight.

And below the Six Saints, the people of the Seven Divine Kingdoms were even more panicked.

Ye Tingmu lowered his eyes.

He said in a deep voice: "Heh... Sheng, you are nothing more than that."

His tone was low, disdainful, and provocative.

More of anger.

Tens of thousands of people died because of themselves.

No one can understand that feeling unless they experience it themselves.

But this is the reality, what can be done between countries?

He could only use the most primitive method, exchanging his life for another's.

The ancestor of the Long clan of the gods had complicated feelings at this moment.

He is at the seventh level of sainthood and is the strongest among the seven saints accompanying the gods here.

Although he had suffered some injuries when fighting with the two elders of the Chao family.

But even so, Ye Tingmu is just an extraordinary person, how could he possibly beat me.

He even cut off his own arm with a sword in front of so many people.

He hated Ye Tingmu for embarrassing him.

He was resentful, resentful that Ye Tingmu had cut off one of his arms.

He was afraid, afraid of Ye Tingmu's powerful sword.

He was afraid, afraid of Ye Tingmu's terrifying talent.

He gritted his teeth.

The aura on my body is rising.

I must take revenge for this humiliation myself.

He began to burn the divine blood.

The energy fluctuations around him did not weaken at this moment because of his injuries.

Instead, it is soaring wildly.

His voice rang out.

"Ye Tingmu, the Book and Sword Marquis of Jiuzhou, you are very strong. Yuan'er's death was not unjust, but you cannot live. If you live, you will be a threat to everyone."

But when Ye Tingmu heard it, he found it so funny.

He sneered.

The thunder is hanging in front of the chest.

Stroking from bottom to top with fingertips,

"Then..." He flicked the sword with his fingertips, and the blade vibrated, making a pleasant sound.

His eyes sparkled again, and he continued, "Come on."

There was a hint of amusement on Liu Sheng's lips at this moment.

There was no longer any worry or fear.

Burning divine blood is a skill unique to the seven clans.

Once you reach the holy realm, you can be released.

The so-called burning of divine blood means burning one's own lifespan.

Use your life to borrow strength from heaven.

The strong men of the Seven Gods would not easily release such a move unless it was necessary.

In their opinion, the fact that the elder of the Long clan chose to burn the divine blood at this moment was enough to show how much he valued Ye Tingmu.

But this also means that he has sent Ye Tingmu a death warrant from the King of Hell.

"The divine blood is burning, borrowing strength from the heavens, Ye Tingmu will surely die."

"Hmph... He is capable enough to force a saint to do this."

"What a pity! It would be great if such a monster was in my Mu clan."

The other five people also had a look of regret.

Yes, if such a monster were one of our own people, it would be such a blessing.

If we say, both Long Yuan and Chi Lin can be called geniuses, and they can also be called prides.

The Ye Tingmu in front of him could only be described as a monster.

The eyes of the Chao family were full of fighting spirit. They looked at Ye Tingmu with only fanatical admiration in their eyes and hearts.

They inexplicably had a feeling that Ye Tingmu would definitely win.

Even so, this idea now seems to be insufficient to convince others.

But they just believe it.

The same is true of the Eastern bamboo chimes.

She whispered softly.

"You will definitely win, for sure!!"

In her eyes, Ye Tingmu has always been a miracle maker.

With just one like this, he can do anything.

Li Gao and the little monk had sad expressions on their faces.

The inner world of both of them is complicated.

The three of them once fought in Yecheng and Shangyun.

We went through life and death several times and killed the enemy together.

At that time, they could still fight alongside him.

But now, his former comrades are challenging the most powerful existence in the world.

However, the two of them were powerless in the face of such a battle.

What used to be fighting side by side has now become admiration.

They are so far away from each other that they cannot be reached.

The little monk shook his head and chuckled.

"Maybe, we will never be able to catch up with him in this lifetime."

Li Gao said: "Why compete with him? He is just a pervert."

The little monk said, "He will win."

Li Gao's hands tightly gripped the peach wood sword at his waist.

"Just watch. Even though I can't fight with him, I can still die with him."

It was at this time.

Under the gaze of everyone.

The green fields and the vast sky.

The red-haired saint roared.

"kill!!!"

The raging flames shot out and burned half the sky at this moment.

And on the other side.

The mournful wind blows thousands of miles away.

The clouds roll and unfold.

A huge shadow appeared in the eyes of the saints.

It's like a sword immortal descending to the earth.

"Eight Desolations Destroyed!!"