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"It's said to be 'Jian Xin', believe it or not."

Lu Wuxia twitched the corners of her mouth, then stuck out the tip of her tongue, licked her lips, and stared at the Patriarch Rage God with burning eyes:

"Old man, your aura is weaker now than before! It seems that the two moves just now have burdened you a lot. How many more moves can you perform with the same power?"

The ancestor of the Rage God drooped his eyelids:

"You can't even catch one of my moves, even if the old man is not in good condition, it is more than enough to kill you."

"Then why don't you do it?" Lu Wuxia said with a chuckle:

"What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that one move will not kill me, and if you take too many shots, the inner world will be damaged even more, you will not be able to lock your energy, and you will accelerate your death of old age?"

The ancestor of the wild god took a deep look at Lu Wuxia, and said to Ye Shen:

"Give me the knife."

[The child is sick, crying so distressed, and has no intention of typing, so short and weak, but still ask for a ticket~! 】

410, can't kill [3/3]

Ye Shentong was startled, the ancestor actually wanted to use a knife?

Could it be that Lu Wuxia was right?

Ye Shentong originally thought that the ancestor just slept for too long, his state was no longer at its peak, and it was difficult to exert the destructive power of the Immortal God, and he needed to use the Blood God Pill to restore his strength.

But he didn't expect that the state of the ancestor was so weak that if he took a few more shots, his life would be shortened and he would die quickly.

For a moment, Ye Shentong recalled the situation when the ancestor revived and frightened his four senior brothers with his breath.

At that time, I and the three juniors were shocked by the breath of the ancestor, and immediately threw themselves to the ground, not daring to show any disrespect.

Come to think of it now...

It's not that the abyss is unfathomable, it's that he couldn't contain his aura, so that his energy and spirit leaked out. In order to frighten his four senior brothers, he went along with the current and deliberately used the leaked aura so that his four senior brothers did not dare to make a fuss. time!

And myself, as the suzerain of the top sect, has always been high above me, and I am the only one who is the only one. A single sentence can determine the death of countless lives.How can you be reconciled if you have already enjoyed the deliciousness of power...

There is an extra old monster who is not old or dead, and presses on his head to do his best?

Various thoughts flashed through Ye Shentong's mind.

But on the surface, Ye Shentong only hesitated for a moment, and then respectfully handed over Leng Yuedao.

Now is not the time.

No matter how bad the old ancestor was, he could still knock Lu Wuxia flying with a single palm. If he tried his best to save his life and make a few more shots, it might not be impossible to kill Lu Wuxia.

More importantly, the earth has not been taken yet.

The Patriarch Huangshen didn't care about Ye Shentong's hesitation at that moment, he just stared at Lu Wuxia intently, his skinny palm covered with age spots, and slowly grasped the handle of the knife.

The moment his palm was about to touch the handle of the knife.

There was a flash of sword light on Lu Wuxia's body, and the sword merged into one again. The bright sword light seemed to flash, and appeared in front of the forehead of the ancestor of the wild god, only half an inch away from the center of his eyebrow.

However, when the sword light flashed, the thin left hand of the ancestor of the Rage God had already clenched into a fist, and regardless of the sword light that was about to pierce his eyebrows, he punched straight out.

When the punch was released, the skinny fist swelled rapidly as if inflated, and turned into a giant fist with rough skin, thick joints, and veins like a dragon in a blink of an eye.When its flesh and tendons trembled, even the surrounding space trembled endlessly, as if it might burst into pieces at any time.

boom!

The space vibrated, the sword light shattered, Lu Wuxia spat blood, and fell out.

At the same time, the ancestor of the Rage God grasped the handle of Leng Yue's knife like lightning in his right hand, and his figure flashed, turning into a beam of Leng Yue's cold light, which cut through the void and slashed to Lu Wuxia's neck.

All the bones in Lu Wuxia's body were shattered by the fist of the ancestor of the wild god, and his meridians were also severely injured. Although he was recovering quickly with the strong vitality of the stellar energy environment, he still couldn't move when the knife came to his neck, and he couldn't move the sword at all.

But the Ice Soul Sword doesn't need her to control it.

With a flash of sunlight, the Ice Soul Sword moved Lu Wuxia's immobile arm, and it rose obliquely like lightning, blocking the light of the sword.

clang!

Amidst the sound of metal and iron clashing, Lu Wuxia was swept away with his sword, and smashed into the wall of the side hall with a bang, crashed into the main hall, and was buried by the collapsed wall.

The Patriarch Rage God was about to continue chasing, when suddenly he frowned, swung his saber towards the sky, slashed his saber obliquely, and cut out a crescent-like saber gang, rushing up towards the sky.

Above the sky, a violent sword energy, like a flying spring and waterfall, locked on the Patriarch of the Rage God, and rushed towards him.

Impressively, it was the Sword Immortal Fury who descended from the sky and unleashed this sword that had been prepared for a long time in the sky.

It's a pity that although the ancestor of the Rage God is weak, his realm is higher after all, and he noticed this blow early on.

The crescent blade soared into the sky, cutting off the sword energy locked on the ancestor of the Rage God's aura. No matter how the angry Sword Immortal changed his moves, the blade was always locked on him. In the end, the violent sword energy like a flying spring and waterfall was unavoidable Avoid the land and Dao Gang face to face.

Thousands of feet high in the sky, a group of flashes of light that dazzle hundreds of miles erupted.

When the light flashed, the Nujian Immortal who was swooping down on his head and feet seemed to be hit by a rising dragon fist in the face, and his whole body instantly changed into a head-on-foot posture, and flew vertically towards the sky.

When it was thrown into the air, dense cracks opened on its body, as if it had been cut into pieces by thousands of knives, and blood flowed like a waterfall.

At the same time that Sword Immortal Fury was sent flying, the aftermath of the collision of sword qi also swept away in all directions, the sky and the ground, setting off a tsunami-like wave of milky white air in the air, accompanied by the sound of rolling thunder, blasting out dozens of miles away.

And the downward aftermath even razed the Rage God Sect camp with a radius of tens of miles to the ground in an instant, chopped all the buildings into powder, and cut countless dense cracks on the ground.

If Ye Shentong hadn't reacted in time to block part of the aftermath, the hundreds of great masters of the Rage God Sect in the camp would have been wiped out in an instant.

But even though Ye Shentong took the initiative to protect some of the great masters, there were still more than 20 great masters who were beyond their reach, and were smashed to pieces by the swords and swords that fell from the sky.

Ye Shentong was so furious that he shook his hand and shot out a burst of stellar energy, which exploded in the air and exploded into a cloud of bloody smoke.

This is a warning signal from the Rage God Sect. Seeing the bloody smoke, not only his three juniors will return to help immediately, but also the Gang Qi Realm from the other major sects in the periphery will also come to help.

At that time, more than 20 stellar qi realms will be encircled, and Immortal Nujian and Lu Wuxia's uncle and nephew will be crushed into iron slag even if they are covered in iron.

at the same time.

The Patriarch of the Rage God who had killed the Wrathful Sword Immortal with a single blow, turned into a cold moon and flickered to the ruins of the palace wall where Lu Wuxia was buried.

Just as he was about to slash down with his knife, the rays of light flashed, blowing the palace wall that buried Lu Wuxia into powder.

A crystal sword light, from bottom to top, obliquely pierced the Patriarch of the Rage God.

The ancestor of the Rage God swung his long sword, and the sword light fluttered lightly. At the same time, he clenched his fist with his left hand and punched down at the place where the sunlight was the thickest on the ground.

Bang!