Qiu Wuji said: "Next one."
Another rare and exotic Saint King entered the scene, and another sword light flashed. This time, his body was separated, blood splattered in the sky, and his soul flew away.
A holy king died.
Although he was sanctified by blood and his own path was similar to inheritance, he was ultimately a Saint King.
Qiu Wuji killed the opponent before he even drew his sword. Isn't this too big of a difference? As both of them are Saint Kings, but their Dao is one step further away from the Wuxiang, is there such a huge difference?
What kind of charm does Wuxiang have?
The Holy King remained silent, and some people's eyes became even more scorching.
Another half a quarter of an hour later, the third beast to come on stage was also a beast with holy bloodline, followed by the third, fourth, and fifth.
Almost every time a sword flashed by, the enemy would either escape seriously injured or be killed on the spot.
Of the thirty holy kings, ten died.
The remaining people can climb to a higher level after this sword-asking. It can be said that if they hear the truth in the morning, they will die.
But there were also timid ones. The 30th Holy King was not the last strange beast of heaven and earth, but he was the last one to appear. The remaining dozen or so people were hesitant.
"Amitabha."
Du Shi stood up, chanted a Buddhist name in a low voice, and said, "Donor, you need to rest for a while and regulate your breath."
Qiu Wuji shook his head.
If it were a normal situation, when Qiu Wuji faced a round-robin battle with hundreds of Saint Kings, half of them would probably have been exhausted by the time they got there.
The thirty Holy Kings just now consumed most of his magic power. Although he did not draw his sword, he was facing Holy Kings after all, and it was impossible to defeat them with just one blow.
However, at this moment he has the Taoist foundation of Fengwa. Fengwa is the mother of the earth, the source of the earth veins and spiritual veins, which gives him endless magic power.
This magical power is of great benefit in combat, but so far no Holy King has been able to bring himself to draw the sword.
"Amitabha, in that case, I am sorry to be disrespectful."
As soon as he finished speaking, Du Shi took a step forward and was immediately enveloped by the dazzling sword light, just like the dozens of Holy Kings before him.
The sound of weapons clashing could be heard.
A flash of blood-red broke through the sword light. For the first time, someone did not passively endure this sword that was infinitely close to formless!
The Saint Kings who were expecting to watch the life and death widened their eyes slightly.
Then a red Buddha with three heads and six arms appeared. He had angry eyes and fangs like an evil ghost, and came with thousands of thunders.
Throw out a punch!
The void shattered, and the remaining sword light dissipated.
The Immortal-Slaying Sword in Qiu Wuji's arms was unsheathed half an inch, a cold light illuminated the world, and the red Buddha's head was chopped off.
Du Shi spat out blood, his body swayed, and it took him a quarter of an hour to regain his balance. He asked, "Is it impossible for me to make you draw your sword?"
Qiu Wuji shook his head and said, "It's not enough, and I'll draw my sword and chop you, and the sword will be over."
Du Shi was speechless.
He had the confidence to survive this strike, and the opponent had just launched a second strike. But Qiu Wuji's words made it seem as if he had to rely on his background to get by.
But I was speechless.
The Holy Kings were also speechless.
Is this the Seven-Aperture Heart? It's too transparent.
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