If he encounters Ji Dong on the battlefield, there will definitely be tens of thousands of black-armored legions there, and he will have to take into account the disadvantages of the large army before he can arrange a decapitation operation.
But today.
But it was a one-on-one battle between real men without any interference.
Isn't Ji Dong just asking for his death?
Ji Dong smiled faintly: "Oh! From what you said, your current cultivation level is already able to kill a saint easily?"
Ying Wuque sneered: "Why not?"
After saying that.
Just swallow a pill and overdraw five years of your lifespan within five hours, one hour of lifespan per year.
At the same time, he drank a bottle of essence and blood of the same origin, which could support the full-power Zhuanxu Blood Burning Technique for half an hour.
Just a moment.
His fighting power suddenly increased to an extremely terrifying level.
“Wow!”
Even though Ji Dong had seen a lot of the world, he couldn't help but be stunned at this moment.
When Ying Wuji was fighting with me, he didn't dare to activate Zhuanxu's Blood Burning Technique to this extent.
You are taking drugs and your blood is boiling.
What’s the difference with exploding on the spot?
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something.
But Ying Wuque had already rushed over with his sword in hand, and his force was unprecedentedly ferocious.
Ji Dong cried out in pain and hurriedly raised his sword to block.
“Buzz…”
The piercing sound of the sword gave everyone present a splitting headache.
Those with low cultivation levels fainted on the spot, while those with high cultivation levels spit out blood.
Even Ji Dong staggered back several steps, his face turning slightly pale.
He looked at Ying Wuque with confusion on his face.
This level can indeed suppress oneself.
Just to suppress me for half an hour.
Do you really need to?
"you……"
See he wants to talk.
Definitely want to beg for mercy.
Ying Wuque didn't indulge him at all. Although he was young and strong, his life span was not wasted. He didn't want to waste time with Ji Dong, so he shouted: "Is my life burning to chat with you? Look at my sword!"
Then.
Another sword swung out.
Just basic sword moves, nothing fancy.
But in his current state, any basic sword moves can be compared to heavenly-level combat skills.
Ji Dong was a little confused, but he still quickly used his magical powers to forcibly distort the space. However, he was horrified to find that in the distorted space, Ying Wuque seemed to be unaffected.
The sword was still coming towards his neck at an incredibly terrifying speed.
he:"???"
Another forced block.
As both sides staggered back, Ji Dong's heart was already filled with turmoil.
Emperor's body!
The body of Emperor Zhuanxu!
Is this the ultimate form of Emperor Zhuanxu?
Suddenly, he seemed to see Emperor Zhuanxu who had single-handedly sealed off the Celestial Clan.
At present, Ying Wuque has not yet become a saint, and the quality of his spiritual embryo is somewhat weaker than Ying Wuji.
If Ying Wuji also enters such a terrifying state, can he defeat him?
Time did not give him the opportunity to think about these questions.
Because Ying Wuque came over again with a wild laugh.
While making moves.
While shouting "What a joy!"
Ji Dong didn’t know why he was so happy. Is it really so happy to die on the spot?
But under the fierce sword moves, he didn't have the energy to speak and could only concentrate on responding.
“KANG!”
“KANG!”
“KANG!”
The two swordsmanship masters fought back and forth.
Ying Wuque was enjoying himself thoroughly, the feeling of abusing a saint was unbearable!
Ji Dong complained bitterly, as if he had returned to his youth, when he had just achieved great success in swordsmanship and went to seek training from his master, only to be suppressed by his master with absolute strength.
This feeling of embarrassment made him very upset.
Fortunately.
This kind of blood burning has its limits.
Hold on for a while!
The two heavenly divine weapons continued to clash.
Ying Wuque was still fighting happily, but he gradually felt something was wrong, because now he could only suppress Ji Dong and inflict a few minor wounds at most, and it was very difficult to injure the vital parts.
Am I burning my life here just to learn sword skills from you?
He thought of the several trump cards Bai Jie had prepared for him.
The soul-burning secret technique was activated instantly.
Burn!
My dear father!
…
"It should be refined soon!"
In the windlass sword.
After being imprisoned for ten years, Ying Yue became increasingly depressed.
He could feel that his emotions that belonged to a living being were being stripped away bit by bit.
And he had no choice.
Now Ying Wuque's cultivation level is one level higher than his, and he has chosen the most vicious evil technique. Under this evil technique, he will eventually be completely refined one day and become an emotionless sword spirit.
This kind of sword spirit might not be as agile as the Hanguang sword spirit.
But the lethality is definitely not much inferior.
Why!
I have two sons.
One is a filial son.
The other one is also a filial son.
Ying Yue was helpless. Now, even his anger was becoming less and less. It was not because he had let go of his hatred, but because all his emotions were becoming weaker and weaker.
He is now a living being who is slowly losing his subjective consciousness.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
The soul keeps shaking.
Ying Yue knew that Ying Wuque must have been fighting with someone again.
Every time this happens, the sword intent in his soul will be sharpened.
The opponent we encounter this time should be stronger than all the previous opponents.
Just listen to the sound.
But Ying Yue couldn't muster the slightest interest, because his subjective consciousness was about to dissipate, and he could hardly feel any excitement, nervousness, or anger.
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