When the remaining four sword slaves saw Ah Si being lifted up by Zhao Wujiang and unable to move, their pupils trembled, and they had to mobilize their cultivation to save Ah Si.
But as soon as their cultivation fire was mobilized, it was blown out by the invisible wind and snow all around, and they had no time to use it at all.
They turned to use their sword energy that had been cultivated for many years to kill Zhao Wujiang, but the howling wind in the surrounding heaven and earth restrained them all in an instant.
They were horrified to find that there was actually the power of a divine weapon in the wind, and the power of this divine weapon was particularly vast. Compared with it, the broken divine weapons they carried were like fireflies and bright moons.
Sword Slave Ah Wu looked at Ah Si whose breathing was getting more and more uncomfortable, and his heart was already in turmoil.
When they received the sword master's order to send five of them to kill Zhao Wujiang, they felt disdain in their hearts.
They don't bother to kill the grandmaster Zhao Wujiang themselves, let alone five grandmasters joining forces. In their opinion, this is too high a view of Zhao Wujiang, right?
How virtuous and capable is Zhao Wujiang, worthy of dying at the hands of five top grandmasters?
But now, they discovered with shock that they were wrong, how wrong they were!
This Zhao Wujiang's cultivation level is not that of a grandmaster. It is almost like a heaven-level cultivation level. A powerful eighth-level grandmaster from Jianzhong who is as tyrannical as Ah Si is actually unable to resist in Zhao Wujiang's hands!
However, the four of them joined forces, whether it was mobilizing their cultivation or using their sword energy, but they were all suppressed by Zhao Wujiang.
How terrifying is this Zhao Wujiang?
They had not seen such terrifying cultivation for ten or twenty years, and now they felt powerless.
Recalling the impatience and madness displayed by their group on the way here, they had a sense of absurdity.
Ignorant people are fearless, how come they die without knowing it?
They originally said these words to Zhao Wujiang, who was waiting for them gently. Now in the blink of an eye, everything turned upside down, and they realized that this sentence was meant for themselves.
It's ridiculous that they were arguing just now, arguing about who should kill Zhao Wujiang first, or how to kill Zhao Wujiang in order to have a shocking feeling.
Now they have no chance to argue anymore, arguing about who will die first in Zhao Wujiang's hands, or how to die appropriately in Zhao Wujiang's hands.
Because Ah Si is dead.
Within two breaths, they felt that Ah Si was desperately trying to resist, but to no avail. He became visibly thinner, until he turned into a mummy-like corpse. The only thing that was different from a mummy was that Ah Si's body was still hot.
Sword Slave Ah Wu and the others were horrified. Ah Si's death was clearly caused by the Star Absorbing Technique, which had drained his life force and cultivation.
They were extremely shocked. How did Zhao Wujiang practice the star-absorbing technique?
Isn't the Star Absorbing Technique controlled by Xuanyuan Yuheng, the Xiaoyao King of Daxia, the leader of the Qianlong Sect? How could it appear in the hands of Zhao Wujiang?
Yes, when I heard the news that Xuanyuan Yuheng was killed in the palace, I thought it was the protector of the royal family. Could it be that he was killed by Zhao Wujiang, and Zhao Wujiang also obtained the star-absorbing magic?
Sword Slave Ah Wu's heart was turned upside down, feeling relieved and frightened that he had guessed the truth.
They wanted to escape, but they froze in place. It wasn't that they didn't want to move, but that they simply couldn't break free from the invisible wind and catkins surrounding them.
They could only watch as Zhao Wujiang approached and extended his right hand to them.
They still remembered that this hand had greeted them not long ago, and they had sneered and laughed.
But in the blink of an eye, this hand was demanding their lives.
Their hearts were full of regret and despair, because they were not even qualified to cry out for mercy. They could not make a sound at all, and only the begging in their eyes remained.
But the handsome, gentle and sinister man in front of him remained indifferent and only said one sentence from beginning to end:
"Today is a small year, so it's time to offer sacrifices."
The five of them were now sacrifices in the wind and snow. The weight of their bones was blown away by the wind and snow, and they became haggard and skinny, and finally dissipated in the wind and snow.
