"wrong!"
Ying Yue suddenly felt something was wrong because he felt a vague sense of excitement.
And getting more and more excited.
The emotions that belong to normal living beings seem to have revived.
The excitement is growing.
It reached normal levels in the blink of an eye.
And it hasn’t stopped yet.
Keep climbing and reaching new heights.
In the blink of an eye.
It had reached a height that was unattainable for normal people, and he was so excited that he wanted to shout out loud.
Wow!
It's on fire!
…
“Knock, knock, knock!”
Ying Wuque's sword-drawing speed became faster and faster, and his sword intent became stronger and stronger, and every sword strike brought about the sound of wind and thunder.
He never deliberately created sword energy, but every time the sword cut through space, it had the power to move mountains and cross seas.
Cut off the mountain with one sword.
A sword puts the river and the sea aside.
At this moment, the men on both sides have stopped fighting and fled far away, because once they are affected, they will be torn into pieces.
Those who could escape escaped.
Those who couldn't escape had already been ground into dust.
The posthouse had already been torn into pieces, and the remaining ruins were covered with bright red blood and flesh.
And Jidong.
He was already covered with wounds.
Too perverted.
How perverted!
He never dreamed that he would be bullied like this after becoming a saint. Even when the saints joined forces to force him to sign the contract that "saints do not use force to oppress others", he would not be so embarrassed!
In line with the way of heaven?
What’s the use of conforming to the laws of nature!
Strength is the greatest in “Heavenly Way”!
This is totally unbearable!
He even thought about running away and not getting entangled with Ying Wuque, the dying madman. But just as he was about to use Chi Chi Tian Ya, the distorted space was destroyed by Ying Wuque's sword.
He struggled to defend himself.
A gap has appeared in the previously airtight defense.
I had to take money from one pocket to pay off the other.
finally.
One careless mistake.
"puff!"
The sword pierced through Ji Dong's right shoulder, and large areas of bones and muscles were turned into powder.
The right arm and half of the right chest were gone on the spot.
Ji Dong’s face turned pale and he looked at Ying Wuque in horror.
He has taken everything into account.
I just didn't expect Ying Wuque to be so strong.
Double burning of life, plus sacrifice of one’s own father to heaven.
Who can withstand this?
He suddenly felt somewhat fortunate. If Ying Wuji had also burned his life twice before, and then Han Juan offered sacrifice to the heaven, he would have probably been killed by him long ago, right?
"Hahaha!"
Ying Wuque laughed loudly: "Saint? That's it? You still want to frame me for regicide and usurpation of the throne, but you don't even consider your own worth? Ji Dong, die!"
There was a strong aura around him.
Rushed towards Ji Dong again.
Ji Dong retreated in embarrassment, but he could not escape his sword blockade. For a moment, cold sweat dripped down his forehead.
Watching Ying Wuque closing in step by step, he became ruthless and prepared to use his ultimate skill.
Wouldn't it be a lose-lose situation?
Come……
"Bang!"
Ying Wuque was lying on the ground. He raised his head with a puzzled look in his eyes.
Just now, the essence and blood he extracted from his tribesmen had burned out, and Zhuanxu's blood-burning technique turned to burn his own blood.
This is normal!
Why did a warning suddenly appear in his body, and why did he directly stop Zhuanxu's Blood Burning Technique? Wouldn't it be that it would stop on its own when his life span was less than a year left?
What's going on?
He had no time to think about this problem. The feeling of being overdrawn made him exhausted. He fainted with his head tilted.
Ji Dong: “…”
The crowd watching from a distance: "..."
What is going on?
Ji Dong was panting heavily, feeling as if he had survived a calamity.
This Ying Wuque finally couldn't hold on any longer.
He raised his sword.
Slowly walked towards Ying Wuque.
Kill this man!
Kill this man and everything will be over.
The scene just now was like a nightmare, and it’s time for the nightmare to end.
Ji Dong walked in front of Ying Wuque and aimed at his neck.
Pick up the sword.
Cut down heavily.
But a "clang" sound was heard.
Ji Dong: “???”
Everyone: "!
!”
The Lulu sword actually flew up again and blocked the fatal move steadily.
The person who drew the sword was not Ying Wuque.
The hand holding the hilt of the sword was an illusory hand.
Sword Spirit! ?
This sword spirit is...
"Your Majesty!"
The ministers from afar came quickly and knelt down like a tide.
The shadow holding the hilt of the sword was Ying Yue.
Bai Jie was also among the kneeling crowd. His heart tightened slightly. This situation still happened. Ying Wuji had anticipated how powerful Ying Wuque was in his ultimate form. He had also expected that he would be able to use the Soul Burning Technique to kill Lao Bideng.
But time is too tight.
The amount of Ying surname essence and blood he refined was too little.
It was obvious that with a little more effort, Ying Wuque would have been able to kill Ji Dong, but he unexpectedly fainted. Instead, the soul-burning technique briefly activated the old man's soul.
However, it was Lao Bi Deng's sudden appearance that saved Ying Wuque's life.
Don't panic, Ying Wuque just fainted and can still play a big role.
So he quietly crushed a talisman.
In the distance, the unconscious Ying Wuque scratched his butt, as if he was about to wake up.
"this……"
Ying Yue held the hilt of the sword, his soul burning continuously. At this moment, he felt that he had returned to his prime and his consciousness was extremely clear. However, when he saw the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but reveal a puzzled expression.
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