Chapter 1,227 Boy, where are the ten breaths we promised?
"She went to Xiao Kongtong in the Fairy City of the Moon, colluded with the Holy Slaves, and brought trouble to the City in the Sky. From now on, she will be included in the white-clothed execution list of the Holy Temple."
"The force that belongs to Shenyue Immortal City, located in the Sword God Heaven Bazun Realm in the Eastern Region, will return to the control of the Holy Temple from now on."
"During Operation White Clothes, if any resisters are encountered, they will be suppressed first; those who remain stubborn will be killed without mercy."
"I have specially prepared this edict to announce it to the world."
When everyone on Void Island was still amazed that Xiao Kongtong killed the colorless semi-saint-like incarnation of the Three Emperors with one sword, a loud holy voice sounded in the sky.
Above the ruins of the Sin Palace, a black and red scroll spread out, magnified in everyone's sight, and almost filled the entire sky.
What is there is just a declarative description in ancient texts and does not have any power.
But even this kind of thing was announced using a semi-sage profound edict, so one can imagine the importance of the event and the far-reaching impact.
"Now that the semi-sage's profound edict has been revealed, the smile on Kongtong's face cannot be fake!"
"The Holy Temple's approach to certain things may not be enough to arouse widespread recognition in the spirit world, but on important occasions such as this and before important announcements, they will not jump to conclusions without evidence."
"Ah? Doesn't this mean that my senior brother has not run away? You are confused, my senior brother, how can you get involved!"
"It's too late for you to cry. Let's see who this semi-holy decree comes from. Maybe your senior brother will cease to exist soon."
"What's the meaning?"
"Fall!"
Along with the noisy discussion on Void Island, above the ruins of the Sin Palace, Yan Wuse squeezed his hand, and the semi-sacred decree in his palm turned into a point of light and merged with the way of heaven.
This brand is imprinted into the spirits of all the spiritual masters on Void Island. When they leave Void Island, they will naturally spread the word about it.
It's not that Yan Wuse is afraid, he just has a hand in everything.
——If he fails to kill Xiao Kongtong here and encounters some accident later.
When trees grow old, their beards hang down, and when people grow old, they become more refined.
Even if he has absolute confidence, Yan Wuse will not be as blind as Rao Yaoyao. His roots are always rooted in all directions.
"Holy Resurrection."
If you make a mistake with your fingertips, you will snap your fingers.
The holy power gathered on the head, and only the mouth appeared colorless. The upper half of the face, which had not yet been fully condensed, was also completely restored.
Until now, without any external interference or obstruction, the three emperors were colorless and returned to their peak state.
"Click!"
He turned his head, pinched his knuckles, and the bones all over his body crackled, like the first stretch of his body to welcome the morning light after a long sleep.
After the laziness is over, it’s time to get down to business.
"Interesting, interesting."
"A Xiao Kongtong who pretends to be the Eight Masters, a Xu Xiaoshou who pretends to be Xiao Kongtong, a Meisi man who has his second number cut off, an immortal who is a heavenly being with five declines... so many!"
"So many clowns!"
Yan WuSe counted on his fingers and found that he could not count all the "abnormalities" he had observed since he was suppressed.
But just these self-talks, after spreading, caused an uproar on Void Island.
"The Eighth Sword Immortal does not exist?"
"The five degenerations of gods and humans with an immortal body?"
"Isn't this King of Hell a body of decay? He, he, he has two bodies? Are they all five great bodies?"
"Did Mr. Yan make a mistake?"
"Impossible, Mr. Yan can't be wrong!"
"That means all of us were tricked by them?"
Yu Lingdi also looked surprised.
But he moved very quickly, and after seeing that Yan Wuse had fully recovered, he looked like he wanted to leave the place, and immediately dodged over.
"Mr. Yan, do I need to follow you..."
He had already unbound from the Gate of Dimensions, but before he finished speaking, Yan Wuse disappeared.
The afterimage in front of me is shattered, and in the Thousand Miles Mirror Technique
head, but a colorless figure flashed out.
"This speed..."
Everyone gasped.
Even the most proficient Taixu expert in escape techniques would have to spend most of a day from the First Hall of Sin to the Fallen Abyss.
Yan Wuse completed the fall into the abyss in the blink of an eye, almost like teleportation.
He spat, rubbed his hands together, straightened his pale blond hair from front to back, and raised his head with a half-smile.
"Ten breaths?"
There were wrinkles on his forehead, and his right eyebrow was raised high, "You seem to be crazy when you become the incarnation of my thoughts?"
Xiao Kongtong's eyes were slightly condensed, his expression was solemn, and he did not answer.
The wild wind of the Fallen Abyss made his clothes rustle, and no one on the island came to see him. This scene made him feel lonely.
Xiao Kongtong is like an emotionless swordsman, holding his sword and waiting for his opponent's arrival alone.
And now, the other party has arrived as promised.
"Then shall I start counting?"
Yan Wuse whistled and raised his first finger, "Sun Wheel." Is this the trick?
Everyone was stunned before the Qianlijingjing surgery.
But before they started to question, everyone saw the light spots gathering behind Yan Wuse, and the thin sun disks gathered together at the same time.
In an instant, tens of thousands of blazing white sun appeared, almost blinding the eyes of all those watching the battle.
The intense light even caused the colorless body to lose other colors, leaving only the blackness of the backlight.
Xiao Kongtong's heartbeat suddenly stopped.
He was still thinking of retorting.
Who would have thought that the number of sun discs that Yan Wuse's body can summon is tens of thousands! He can cut off one sun disc, but what about the tens of thousands of sun discs?
"Go ahead."
His face was colorless and he didn't even make any unnecessary movements. He gave the order in a shallow voice.
The tens of thousands of sun discs summoned effortlessly rushed towards Xiao Kongtong at the same time.
Xiao Kongtong liberated the Wuxiang Sword Body almost at the same time.
His flesh and blood body instantly dispersed, and the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword in his hand danced from front to back, carrying the meaning of lifting a thousand catties.
With the help of the power of "Changing the Way" in the Three Thousand Swordsmanship, this sword moved the tens of thousands of sun wheels containing terrifying energy to the back and then back to the front.
"Hidden Swordsmanship·Nawu Dao."
Xiao Kongtong did not return the tens of thousands of sun wheels to his body. Instead, he opened his mouth and swallowed the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword into his body, along with the power of the sun wheels.
middle.
"oh?"
The expression on Yan Wuse's face suddenly became wonderful.
However, he saw that after the phaseless sword body on the opposite side swallowed such majestic energy, it lost its form, leaving only the sword intention, sword energy, and the human figure outlined by the sword thought group, suddenly expanded.
The power of tens of thousands of sun wheels is restrained by the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword standing on the spine, as if it was hidden back in the scabbard.
after this……
"Infinite numbers·Kuan Yizhao!"
Xiao Kongtong opened his mouth and vomited, then stretched out his hand to pull out the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword from the sheath of the Wuxiang Sword Body.
The power of tens of thousands of sun wheels was instantly digested and turned into tens of thousands of bright sword lights, slashing towards Yan Wuse.
"Yo ho ho?"
Yan Wuwei's eyebrows flew up.
He has learned about ancient swordsmanship, but there are too few people using Hidden Swordsmanship, and it is even rarer than the number of ancient swordsmen.
It is really unexpected that Xiao Kongtong can apply it to such a situation. But...
"That's it?"
The old and dishonest man let out a strange yin and yang sound, facing the light of tens of thousands of sword thoughts superimposed with the infinite power of the first realm of Nine Swordsmanship, Yan Wuse's body was shattered and exploded into spots.
"Whoosh!"
The endless sword light slashed towards the Thousand Mile Mirror Technique with great impact, as if it was about to fly out.
This gave people an infinite visual impact, frightening everyone to cover their eyes with blood and tears, and they all retreated, cursing.
But tens of thousands of "Guanyizhan", under the guidance of Xiao Kongtong,
It is by no means a person outside the mirror of thousands of miles, nor is it colorless, but this tunnel. It only smells the rules of the world, just like a bubble phantom.
Within this lies the avenue of light.
Cutting off the Avenue of Light was naturally to force Yan Wuse's figure out.
"have a thought."
Sure enough, as soon as the avenue was broken, Yan Wuse came back holding his chin. He had no place to hide.
But the tens of thousands of "Guanyizhan" circled in the void again, and they all returned to the direction of Xiao Kongtong.
Xiao Kongtong did not incorporate them into his body.
Instead, he activated Mo Jian Shu to guide them in a way that could control the torrent of sword energy.
"Qinghe Sword World."
With a command, tens of thousands of "Guanyizhan" who were supposed to return to their bodies gathered into a torrent of blue sword energy.
This sword combines Nine Swordsmanship, Hidden Swordsmanship, and the first level of Mo Swordsmanship to slash at the colorless elemental body with real damage!
"Wow~"
Yan Wuse let out a strange scream, which really showed off.
If a simple Guan Yi Slash could not pose a threat to his body, then the Guan Yi Slash that had been multiplied tens of thousands of times and had increased damage and real damage was enough to make his heart beat slightly faster.
"Die Yue."
In an instant, he retreated ten miles to put a safe distance between himself and his life.
His face is colorless and he no longer laughs, his fingertips twist into flowers, and a thin silver moon condenses in front of him.
Dieyue, innate spiritual skills.
It can swallow up most energy attacks, and it can also swallow up all light abilities, turning it into Die Yue's own defense.
In Yan Wuse's eyes, spiritual skills have no level, only application.
At the moment, Disyue is the best spiritual skill that can absorb the power of the sun and improve one's own quality.
And with the blessing of holy power, while resisting Guan Yizhan, it can also weaken Guan Yizhan's attack with the help of increased defense power.
"laugh!"
A cracking sound.
The First Dao Guan easily tore through Diseyue's defense with one slash.
Keyanwushe took another half step back.
With the tip of his finger, he calculated extremely accurately and condensed nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine disks of the moon, drawing a moon blocking path in front of him.
Guanyizhan cuts through everything instantly.
When the last layer of the disc moon is torn off, its remaining energy is colorless but can be stopped with one finger.
Yan Wuse responded to all the remaining Guanyizhan attacks in the same way. This attack seemed to be close to life and death. In the end, Yan Wuse retreated ten miles, lowered his eyes and stroked his beard, and elegantly blocked the attack with his fingertips.
Cut to the end.
Everyone before the Qianlijingjing surgery was stunned.
"This control... let me go, it's so wonderful!"
"'Die Yue, the level of your spiritual skills is not high, right? Why can I see the feeling of a holy warrior in Mr. Yan's hands?"
"Is this the light of spiritual refining? Is this the fighting consciousness of the three realms?"
"No matter how you look at it, Senior Brother, there is absolutely no chance of winning. How could Xu Xiaoshou be able to fuck the useless old man before? This is too, too..."
Above the falling abyss, Xiao Kongtong froze on the spot, feeling that this was too dreamy. He was not surprised that Yan Wuse could block his attack, but the calculation was so precise that he didn't even use any extra force. In the end, he used
He pinned his Guanyizhan with his fingertips. This was something he never expected!
"Congratulations, you successfully fought against the Half-Saint and survived the first round." Yan Wuse disappeared ten miles away like an outsider, but clapped beside Xiao Kongtong, "But I,
Now I know your fighting strength." Xiao Kongtong suddenly tilted his head.
Yan Wuse returned to his original position, with his hands outside his waist and legs, and flicked them down.
"Zizi——"
The purple light of lightning suddenly gathered in Yan WuSe's palm, and finally extended into an electric gun.
The tip of the purple electric gun penetrated the ground, and the tail came out of the head. Electric snakes swam around and crawled all over the body, giving the colorless color of the pale gold robe a domineering color. "Denliang Gun!"
Xiao Kongtong's heart sank.
This gun is not
It's a spiritual weapon, but a spiritual skill.
If we say that the previous Diyue was just a small fight.
The electric spear is the true pinnacle holy weapon, and it is the first skill that made Yan Wuse famous for his "Spiritual Refining Light" in the past.
This holy martial art is extremely violent with one shot and one calamity.
The most bizarre legend is that Yan Wuse once used this gun to kill Yi Zhandao when he was young and suffered a nine-death thunder disaster.
Under the lightning disaster of nine deaths, he pierced through life without any reason! When Xiao Kongtong saw this electric spear, he immediately thought of his current state.
"Are you ready to become a semi-saint?"
"Maybe, something unexpected will happen next!"
Yan Wuse seemed to be talking to himself, and after a chuckle, he shook out an electric flower from the electric gun in his hand, and stepped forward.
"Nine Sword Techniques·Nine Buddhas Guard the Pallbearers!"
The Kongtong Wuxiang Sword in Xiao Kongtong's hand immediately thrust down upside down, dividing one into three, and three into nine.
At the same time, the gods and Buddhas opened their eyes, and nine great Buddhas appeared to protect him.
And the nine swords around his body turned into a closed sword coffin, locking him tightly inside.
The formation technique in the Nine Swordsmanship combines the power of the gods and Buddhas, and turns the imaginary into reality - this can minimize the damage from attacks that cannot be avoided in time.
"The power of projectiles makes people laugh."
Rao Shixiao Kongtong used all his strength, but when Yan Wuse came to the nine great Buddhas, he could only laugh out loud.
He didn't even need to use his spiritual skills anymore, he just twirled the electric spear in his hand and slashed away.
"boom!"
In Wanli Space, he was blown up by a electric gun on the spot.
The entire mountain top of the Fallen Abyss was bombed once... no, the entire mountain range was completely wiped out by the lightning.
The avenue of endless rules was revealed, but like the technique of teleporting a mirror from a thousand miles away, it was shattered on the spot.
"Fuck!"
The eyes of everyone in the Sin Hall almost jumped out of their heads.
They all jumped back, feeling as if they had also been shot. When they came back to their senses, they all looked at each other and were speechless, but soon, someone broke the deadlock.
"open!"
"Open it again!"
"Uncle Ni, please open it quickly and I'll give you the medicine!"
The big man hurriedly swallowed the elixir and started to use the Thousand Miles Mirror Technique again with trembling hands, with a look of regret in his eyes.
But curiosity, after all, took up more of his total emotions. The spiritual mirror reopened.
However, when he fell into the abyss, the shadow of Mishi Buddha was lost.
It is conceivable that the combination of the Nine Sword Techniques and the Heart Sword Technique was destroyed by a single shot from the Denliang Gun.
The big man was looking for it, and soon located a cracked sword coffin thousands of miles away.
It is still shooting into the distance, and its remaining power is not diminished at all!
It passed through the mountains and the jungle. It was clearly drawn from the Fallen Abyss and was pulled out of the Fallen Abyss with one shot!
"brush."
Yan Wuse came face to face with his electric gun and raised it high.
Hidden in the sword coffin, Xiao Kongtong was covered in blood, his formless body collapsed back to its original shape, and only panic and confusion remained on his face.
"Finish."
Colorless, one shot after another.
boom!
The sword coffin exploded to pieces, and the nine swords were broken and disappeared, and they were reduced to one state.
Xiao Kongtong temporarily released the phaseless sword body and tried to avoid damage, but the phaseless sword body was exploded again by the absolute power.
The Kongtong Wuxiang Sword flew out, and the sword escaped from the master's hand. The sword energy, sword intent, and sword thoughts exploded all over the sky, and a line of blood was drawn in the void.
Xiao Kongtong seized the opportunity, gathered back his remaining strength, and barely returned to his human form, with half a breath left.
"If there is a chance, I still have a chance!"
"He must have thought this was phantom swordsmanship, thinking that I was deceiving him by temporarily creating an illusion. After all, phantom swordsmanship is my root."
"Actually, these are all true. I can't react to the attack of the Denligun at all... But he doesn't know this. He must still think that I am very strong..." Tsk!
Yan Wuse, who suddenly appeared behind him, turned his back to him. With one spin, one fall, and one stab of his electric spear, he nailed Xiao Kongtong into the void.
"Zizzi..."
The current surges and thoughts stop.
Xiao Kongtong's face was stiff and his hair stood up.
He lowered his head weakly, but saw a purple electricity passing through his heart.
This electric gun has an indefinite shape, and its tip is stained with blood and looks beautiful.
Xiao Kongtong’s pupils finally lost their light.
"Uh uh uh uh..."
His body began to twitch, his consciousness began to blur, his teeth chattered and he made uncontrollable sounds.
"Boy, where are the ten breaths we promised?"
Yan Wusi leaned on his electric gun with his elbow, leaned back, tilted his head back, and his blond hair hung down.
He turned his head, just enough to see the side face of Kongtong's twitching smile, and grinned:
"Does your arrogant ten breaths of time depend on the mercy of your enemies to grant you?"