Yan Xiong only felt his hands trembling violently, and then his arms, and finally the terrifying force rebounded into his body like a crushing force!
Deep fear and disbelief welled up in his fierce eyes.
Because he saw that his own divine sword, the master of the veins that could cut through anything, had clearly hit Ye Wuque's neck, but it seemed as if it had hit a piece of fine iron star. The entire sword body was shaking, sparks were exploding, but it could not cut any further, and in the end, only a white mark was left!
A sword strike with all my strength!
It combines all the sharpness of the Pulse Master's divine weapon!
In the end, it only left a white mark on Ye Wuque's neck? ?
Yan Xiong's heart seemed to be filled with endless waves of terror, and fear and disbelief were almost drowning his soul!
"Monster... a body like this..."
now.
Ye Wuque suddenly looked back.
Those indifferent and captivating eyes instantly fixed on Yan Xiong, and then he grinned slightly, revealing his sharp white teeth.
"This sword...is good!"
Ye Wuque seemed to be praising Yan Xiong, but it made Yan Xiong's soul scared to death, and he felt that a disaster was about to happen!
He immediately raised his sword and retreated regardless of the consequences!
But the next moment, Yan Xiong suddenly felt his hands tighten!
wrong!
It is his main magic weapon!
A big hand just grabbed the blade of the sword, as if it was holding a toy.
No matter how hard Yan Xiong tried, he couldn't pull it out!
That is Ye Wuque’s right hand!
At this moment, the most correct thing for Yan Xiong to do is to abandon his own pulse master's magic weapon as soon as possible, so that he can retreat and perhaps even avoid it.
But let him give up his own pulse master magic weapon?
He can't do it at all!
Just because of this moment of hesitation, Yan Xiong staggered!
The overwhelming force coming from the sword caused his pupils to shrink violently, and he was immediately pulled forward along with the sword!
The enormous force left him without the ability to resist.
But Yanxiong still gritted his teeth and desperately twisted the long sword with both hands, trying to use the sharp edge of the pulse master's magic weapon to try to cut Ye Wuque's palm and then break free.
What a pity...
Apart from the sparks that continued to burst out from the palm of Ye Wuque's right hand, the sword body did not move at all and was firmly held in Ye Wuque's hand!
After a stumble, Yan Xiong was now very close to Ye Wuque!
His gaze was less than a foot away from Ye Wuque's indifferent gaze.
"you……"
Yan Xiong was extremely frightened and wanted to say something!
But suddenly I found an extra hand on my right shoulder!
That was Ye Wuque's left hand.
The next moment, it suddenly tore downwards!
Phew!
“Ahhhh!”
Yanxiong let out a painful roar.
Warm blood suddenly gushed out, dyeing the void red.
Ye Wuque tore Yan Xiong's entire right arm off from his right shoulder!
Yan Xiong retreated painfully, and just when his divine power was surging and he was about to reverse the situation and return, he saw Ye Wuque casually throwing away his right arm and pulling out his pulse master's divine weapon from his broken arm!
"It's a good weapon, but it's a pity that it's not in the right hands."
Ye Wuque held the sword and watched, then shook his head and whispered.
Then, under Yan Xiong's terrified and desperate gaze, Ye Wuque held the long sword in his hand upside down, and a sword fell from the sky and pierced straight into his crown!
The entire sword body instantly sank into Yan Xiong's body, leaving only the hilt exposed!
The tip of the sword had already seeped out from Yan Xiong's back valley gate!
Yan Xiong was struck by lightning and froze in place.
In an instant, blood began to flow from all seven orifices, his entire face was distorted, and endless destructive power spread into his limbs and bones as the sword pierced him!
Yan Xiong was completely motionless, his eyes rapidly dimming.
Then, the corpse fell weakly into the void, and finally landed on the ground with a bang, with blood flowing everywhere.
Three major vein masters.
One of them has been removed.
Yan Xiong, take the lead.
It seemed like it was continuous, but Ye Wuque actually accomplished all of this in a flash.
It was not until he looked up again and looked at the remaining Zi Che Hun and Situ Xianghe that the latter two had just recovered from the previous attack.
But at this moment, both Zi Che Hun and Situ Xianghe's originally pale faces had turned pale!
They witnessed Yan Xiong's death with their own eyes and saw the terrible and miserable way he died. At this moment, they felt creepy, their scalps tingled, and it seemed as if countless insects were crawling on their backs.
It turned out that Yan Xiong was as fragile as a grasshopper in Ye Wuque's hands and was killed instantly.
What about them?
Their strength is only on par with Yan Xiong's. Even if they add the Pulse Master's divine weapon, what's the use?
"Beast! You beast!! You killed the head of one of my five great divine surnames! Lord Diaozu will not let you go!" Zi Che Hun let out a hysterical roar, trembling endlessly.
However, Ye Wuque was already striding towards him.
His indifferent and captivating eyes fell directly on Zi Che Hun.
Zi Che Hun's face suddenly turned pale, and he frantically raised the pulse master's divine spear in his hand.
brush!
But as Ye Wuque flashed, he came directly behind Zi Che Hun. Zi Che Hun only felt that the spear in his hand shook violently, and then it flew out of his hand!
Because he used too much force, Zi Chehun's hands were torn and bleeding from the friction.
But Zi Chehun couldn't care less at this moment and was about to burst out with all his strength to fight back...
Puff!!
Zi Chehun's whole body suddenly stiffened!
A spear pierced through and pierced the general through, and blood gushed out.
Zi Chehun tried to struggle desperately!
But his body was immediately lifted up high!
Ye Wuque, holding the spear in one hand, mixed the chariot in the void.
Blood continued to fall along the spear, dyeing the void red.
Zi Che Hun stared at Ye Wuque, his face full of fear, resentment, unwillingness and madness, as if he wanted to say something.
But as Ye Wuque's right hand holding the spear shook left and right!
Phew!
Zi Che Hun's entire body was instantly smashed to pieces and exploded in the void. No bones were left, only his head flew high into the air. Finally, a cloud of blood mist filled the air, like a blooming blood-red firework.
Zi Che is...dead!
Two of the three main meridian masters are gone.
Holding the blood-stained spear, Ye Wuque turned around again and looked at the only remaining Situ Xianghe.
At this moment, as Zi Chehun's blood mist drifted down, it dyed Ye Wuque's hair tips and shoulders with a hint of bright red.
In Situ Xianghe's eyes, Ye Wuque looked like the bloody god of death!
The fear in his heart exploded, and he could no longer suppress the endless panic and fear. His face turned pale, and his hands holding the battle axe were shaking wildly!
"Ye, Ye Wuque! You, you can't kill me!!"
"I am the head of one of the five great divine surnames! If you kill me, the three adults will not forgive you!!" Situ Xianghe said madly.
But then, he saw Ye Wuque's indifferent and captivating eyes, and his mind and will finally collapsed!
Turn around and run away!
It seemed as if he was fleeing in panic in the direction of the three elders.
He even lost the courage to fight with Ye Wuque.
Ye Wuque looked at the fat figure fleeing madly, but his indifferent voice fell and echoed in the void.
"Since the three of you are so close, you should die together..."
The moment the words fell, the spear in Ye Wuque's hand surged out like a boiling lightning and thunder!
Wherever it passed, the void cracked, which was shocking to see.
Puff!!
Situ Xianghe's body flew out horizontally, blood exploding all over his body, his face full of fear and despair, his hands waving as if he was extremely unwilling, but in the end, he was completely silent and never moved again.
He was nailed to death in the void by Ye Wuque's spear!
So far.
Five great divinities.
The three major vein masters...
All dead!
Don’t leave any one behind!
Ye Wuque strode over and when he passed by Situ Xianghe's body, he pulled out the spear again and held it in his hand.
His gaze was looking far ahead, his mind illuminated and sensing everything.
"Has Tai Shurou already started a fight with those three old guys?"
"Hmm, it really is a dragnet..."
The next moment.
Ye Wuque, holding the bloody spear of the master of the veins, immediately disappeared from the spot.
All that was left was a desolate area riddled with holes and filled with a strong smell of blood, as well as broken corpses and severed arms, telling of the cruelty of the killing.
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