"There's no need for you to protect me. We don't owe anyone anything. Go away!"
Xia Zimo almost shouted, but it was difficult to make a sound. ￥f，
Her current situation is mysterious.
At that time, in order to prevent everyone from digging the giant waterfall, Xu Yi stepped out, leaving behind the small flame array and the elixir.
After Xia Zimo took the elixir, he sat cross-legged and fell into an indescribable state of dissociation: he could sense the outside world clearly, but he could not speak or raise his hands. The most mysterious thing was that the feeling that had stopped for many years was The dream actually continued again.
In the dream, a woman whose face she could never see clearly whispered to her. She could not hear it clearly in her ears, but in her heart she could understand every detail.
At the same time, she clearly realized in her heart that this was probably a secret method inherited from her maternal lineage. What was even weirder was that she couldn't help but start practicing it involuntarily.
At this moment, she could clearly hear everything Xu Yi did and said, and her mood was agitated. She tried her best to scold this ruthless and unjust thief, but she couldn't open her mouth.
Just when Xu Yi secretly made his oath, outside the giant waterfall, the battle between the camps led by Yaoyue San and the second master of the Jiang family also lost the meaning of the struggle because of Xu Yi's escape.
After taking stock, everyone was furious.
In addition to losing a lot of vitality in the past three days, they also had to pay a huge price for their previous promises. As for the strange monster, they are still in the mirror.
The second master of the Jiang family was also so depressed that he vomited blood. The huge benefits promised to the ancestors of the Wen family still needed to be fulfilled. The large number of Jiang family children who died could not be reborn. After such hard work, they ended up empty-handed.
Feng Xifeng lost his precious Divine Will Sword and an arm, and all he gained was his reputation.
The other factions also suffered heavy casualties, and those who died were all Qi Sea Realm experts, the elites of each faction.
After a fight between dragons and tigers, but still empty-handed, I looked back a little, for a while.
Countless eyes filled with hatred were fixed behind the giant waterfall. "I won't give up until I kill the scar-faced kid for three days!"
Yaoyue Sanren looked up to the sky and roared angrily, with veins popping out on his face.
"Unless the little thief dies, we will surely become the laughing stock of Vietnam!" "You have harmed my compatriots and lost my brothers and sisters. How can I not avenge this!" "Our Sword-Slaying Sect has lost eleven of its elite members today, and every blood debt will be counted here." The little thief’s head!” “………………”
For a time, the crowd was excited. The condemnation continues.
Although the second master of the Jiang family did not say a word, the cruelty he shot towards the giant waterfall almost solidified.
To this day, he still can't figure out where Scarface's secret trick of swallowing the Four Elephants Killing Formation came from.
It is very similar to Xing Yi Dou Zhuan, but even if Jiang Baihou has practiced Xing Yi Dou Zhuan to the second level, it is absolutely impossible to swallow the most powerful attacks as abundant as the Four Elephants Killing Formation into his body.
This is not a monster!
The second master of the Jiang family was determined to kill Xu Yi, and he had never been so determined as he was now.
For no other reason than the Jiang family's prestige, he had to kill him.
The Jiang family can become the Eight Great Worlds of Dai Viet. In addition to his rich heritage, Jiang Hentian's magical star-shifting and fighting skills are of great merit.
Once a similar magical skill, or even a swallowing magical skill that surpasses Xingyi Douzuan, appears, Xingyi Douzuan's reputation will surely plummet, and the Jiang family may collapse suddenly.
Feng Xifeng relied on the void to control the air, and the ink on the back of his head was scattered, and when the cold wind blew, his tips danced wildly. The broken arm was red, and under the blood moon, the whole person felt extremely cold.
The life-and-death chase is over, and the sequelae caused by the forbidden moves are slowly fading away. Feng Xifeng's character gradually recovered.
However, the clearer his thoughts became, the stronger the resentment, regret, and shame in his heart became.
The Sword of Divine Will was destroyed. The body-protecting divine sword that he thought would accompany him to conquer the world and reach the pinnacle of martial arts was destroyed.
His reputation was ruined. It took him ten years to forge the name of Sword King. At this point, he was infamous and became the laughingstock of the world.
What Feng Xifeng couldn't forgive was that he would call for help from outsiders, even the ancestor of the Wen family.
This matter is tantamount to being extinct from the teacher's sect.
Achievements, fame, and discipleship were all lost in one day.
Feng Xifeng's heart was like a dead sea, lifeless, no, there was still something left, and that was the fire of revenge burning crazily in his chest.
The ancestor of the Wen family was still sitting on the top of the pines, gently stroking the dagger in his hand, his wrinkled old face was charred, and his eyes looking at the dagger were so affectionate and pitiful.
It turned out that the dagger in the hand of the ancestor of the Wen family had undergone an astonishing change at this moment. The layer of faint green light that was originally floating outside almost disappeared.
This was formed after he spent countless years nourishing it with his ghostly soul.
The so-called magic weapon should be collected according to the heart, and the weapon should follow the heart. The key lies in the degree of warmth and nourishment of the ghost to the weapon.
At this moment, the faint green light outside the red dagger disappeared, which meant that the sword fell out of the limit of the magic weapon. Although it was still extremely powerful, at least it could not be controlled by the heart.
It is even more impossible to achieve the killing effect on soul attacks.
What if this little red sword lost the essence of the magic weapon?
"Endless years!"
The ancestor of the Wen family had a sore nose in pain.
Among all the soul-sensing ancestors, he was the least talented and the oldest. He relied on caution to reach the realm of soul-sensing.
In terms of strength alone, among all the soul-sensing ancestors, he is the last one.
The ancestor of the Wen family knew that it was impossible to catch up with others in terms of talent in cultivation, so he focused most of his energy on training this red sword.
He even believed that this red sword was the only magic weapon in this continent. It was his biggest support in competing with a group of soul-sensing experts, and it was also his last hope to reach the pinnacle of martial arts.
But now, this magic weapon only stabbed a small monk in the Qi Sea Realm. Why did the soul imprint that had been nourished for countless years just die like this?
He couldn't figure it out. He really couldn't figure it out.
Not only was the ancestor of the Wen family unable to figure it out, even Xu Yi, who was involved, did not know what kind of damage his body had caused to this magical weapon.
It turns out that the cause and effect of all this lies in Xu Yi's weird soul, which was nourished by the power of thunder. His soul was stronger than imagined.
Once the weapon of the ancestor of the Wen family is struck, it can not only hurt the human body, but also cause a devastating blow to the enemy's ghost.
Xu Yi's physical body suffered huge trauma, but his soul was too tough, and there was still a trace of thunder power wandering around.
The ancestor of the Wen family's magical weapon did not fulfill its purpose, but instead suffered from it. The power of the soul attached to the magical weapon that had been condensed for many years was easily dissolved by the trace of thunder power wrapped around Xu Yi's soul.
Xu Yi had no idea, but the ancestor of the Wen family was heartbroken.
If he had known that this was the case, he would have walked as far as he wanted someone to, without any reason. He suddenly envied Yao Junchi who got up early and ran away without a trace.
Just when the ancestor of the Wen family was grieving, everyone in front of the giant waterfall finally reached a consensus.
At one time, hundreds of strong men lined up along the line, filling the Baizhang fracture in an instant.
To be continued.
