And if the Holy Son dies, the Holy Land of Xingcang will suffer a heavy blow.
As disciples of Xingcang Holy Land, they will never allow this to happen, even if they will sacrifice their lives.
"kill!"
Wei Jiankuang pointed his hands together and pointed at Ye Wudao a little.
Buzzing!
Swallowing!
Countless thousand-meter ice swords fell towards Ye Wudao in an instant.
Ye Wudao looked difficult, carried the Wind God Sword and used the Dao sword again.
The dazzling sword light blocked these thousand-meter ice swords at once.
But it seemed that the power of these ice swords was too terrifying, slowly suppressing Ye Wudao's sword light.
Ye Wudao also resisted the very difficult appearance, and was even forced to vomit blood from his mouth, and his face suddenly turned pale as paper.
"Ye Wudao, you are just like that, hahaha..."
When the sword maniac saw Ye Wudao unable to resist his attack, he couldn't help laughing happily, and the proud look on his face became more and more intense.
When Wei and others saw this scene, they also found nothing wrong.
Wei? His originally gloomy face now also changed into a proud smile and said, "Saint Old Man, it seems that your Holy Son cannot hold on!"
"It's still too late to admit defeat now, otherwise, I'll be seriously injured by then, so don't say we have violated the new rules!"
The Holy Old Man was too lazy to pay attention to the Wei? He prayed in his heart: "Son, Holy Son, don't take off your fun!"
Next to him, Tianqiong smiled and said, "Brother Wei, congratulations, you will win this game!"
"At that time, we will definitely get a higher ranking!"
King Burn said with envy: "Brother Wei can rest assured now. From this game, I am afraid I will win forever!"
...
Listening to these people's compliments, Wei? I couldn't help laughing anymore.
The old man rolled his eyes and thought, you will cry later.
Click to scratch!
At this time, on the competition stage, Ye Wudao's sword light shattered inch by inch.
Immediately afterwards, countless ice cones climbed up the sword light.
Then there was a shock!
Bang, the sword light shattered instantly.
Countless ice swords fell down instantly, piercing Ye Wudao's body.
ah--
Ye Wudao was penetrated into a sieve, and blood kept slipping down, making a miserable scream.
Wei Jian Kuang laughed loudly and walked to Ye Wudao, "Ye Wudao, you lost!"
Ye Wudao, wearing an ice sword and hanging in the air, vomited blood in his mouth, but smiled without showing any weakness: "Did I lose? Until the last moment, whoever loses will win or loses is not sure!"
Wei Jian Kuang sneered: "What's the use of showing off one's strength? Do you still have room for resistance at this time?"
Ye Wudao laughed and said, "Did I lose? I didn't lose!"
Wei Jiankuang frowned and said, "Ye Wudao, are you blind? It's already this time, and you still say you haven't lost?"
Ye Wudao smiled and said, "Before the charge competition, I killed five geniuses in your Ten Thousand Swords Holy Land. During the charge competition, I killed ten more geniuses in your Holy Land!"
"I have killed so many geniuses in your Ten Thousand Sword Holy Land, what can you do to me?"
"You dare to kill me now? You don't dare!"
"This is the territory of your Ten Thousand Swords Holy Land. I am in your territory, killing your geniuses. Do you dare to fart?"
"In my eyes, your Ten Thousand Swords Holy Land is just a big fuck, no, even the fart is worse than the fart!"
"Stop!" Wei Jiankuang's face turned pale with anger, "If it weren't for the new rules, I'll kill you now!"
"Yes, you dare not kill me! So, if I kill so many geniuses in your Ten Thousand Sword Holy Land, what can you do to me?"
Ye Wudao laughed and said, "Forget it, if you lose, you will lose. Anyway, I, Xingcang Holy Land, can be at least 18th. Only five people participated in the Holy Competition. I can be ranked in the top 18, so I won't lose it!
”
"Also, I also killed the fifteen geniuses in your holy land. Are you losing money? It's definitely not a loss!"
"I will spread this record to the Thirty-Six Holy Land. At that time, I will become famous all over the world, but I wonder what others will say about you, the Ten Thousand Swords Holy Land?"
"So, I lost, but I didn't, what do you think?"
Wei Jian Kuang was furious, "Ye Wudao, shut up! Are you thinking I'm stupid? You are urging me to kill you, but I'm just not trapped!"
Ye Wudao looked at him with an idiot look and said, "I'm urging you to kill me? Are you the head of a three-year-old child? What are the benefits of me if I asked you to kill me?"
"I'm dead, you're just disqualifying from the Holy Bird. I'm not stupid enough to use my own death to exchange for you to disqualify from the Holy Bird alone!"
Wei Jiankuang looked at Ye Wudao with a cannibalistic look.
However, he was awakened by Ye Wudao's last words.
Yes, if Ye Wudao was killed, then he would only be disqualified from the Holy Bib.
This game was still considered to be the winner of the Ten Thousand Swords Holy Land.
By then, the Ten Thousand Swords Holy Land will be at least in the top ten, which is already very good.
And if Ye Wudao could be killed, he would naturally be happy to do so.
However, we still need to discuss this matter with Mr. Wei.
So he immediately sent a message to the guard and asked if he wanted to kill Ye Wudao.
Wei? Hesitated immediately.
However, after listening to the pros and cons of the Sword Man, he immediately nodded and smiled: "Okay, kill him immediately. This kid killed me so many geniuses in the Ten Thousand Sword Holy Land. If he didn't kill him, it would probably be a laughing stock!
”
"Once you miss this opportunity, it will be difficult to kill him again!"
"I will tell you to kill him!"
With Wei?'s permission, Wei Jian was ecstatic and looked at Ye Wudao's eyes, and was extremely entertaining, saying, "Ye Wudao, since you are in such a hurry to die, I will give you a ride!"
Hearing this sentence, Ye Wudao deliberately shouted loudly: "What? Do you want to kill me? The new regulations stipulate that no killing is allowed during the competition. Don't you know?"
Regarding the new regulations, notices have been posted everywhere in Tianxia Peak.
So the people around have already known this regulation.
Everyone also agrees with this regulation.
After all, the Holy Competition is just a competition, and it is ranked by a high or low level. If it becomes a killing field, it is putting the cart before the horse.
However, this sword-only maniac would rather give up his qualifications than forcefully kill Ye Wudao.
"Say it again, you want to kill my Holy Son?!"
The Holy Old Man knew what Ye Wudao was going to do, and he howled very well, and let everyone in the audience hear it again.
“So what?”
Wei Jian laughed wildly, and at the same time, he held the imperial sword with both hands. The imperial sword instantly gathered a very terrifying force in it, spitting out a sword light that soared into the sky.
Then he was about to slash towards Ye Wudao.
Seeing this, everyone was shocked and even angrily scolded Wei Jianmai.
"stop!"
The Holy Boss was furious and was about to take action.
But at this time, Wei?, Black Turtle and other eleven quasi-saints took action together and stopped the saint elder.
"What do you mean? You also proposed the new rules, but now you are going to blatantly violate them?"
The old man's face was so angry that his face turned blue.
But Wei? smiled and said, "The Sword Man is just joking. He wants to force Ye Wudao to admit defeat, not really want to kill him!"
Tianqiong also smiled and said, "Yes, the competition is not over yet. The sword maniac is taking action at this time. There is no problem. The Holy Old Man cannot interfere with the competition!"
King Burn also said: "Saint Old, do you take the child's rage seriously? Only Jianmao is the Holy Son after all, and he will not do anything beyond the rules!"
...
The old man of Sheng pointed at them in anger and couldn't speak for a long time.
Wei and others obviously stopped him, just to let the sword maniac kill the Holy Son.
These people are really despicable and shameless!
The people around him couldn't stand it anymore.
Isn’t this too much?
"Stop it quickly, you can't kill Ye Wudao, this is a foul!"
"Ye Wudao, admit defeat. You don't have to lose your life for the sake of winning or losing!"
"The Sword Maniac obviously wants to kill Ye Wudao. They actually stopped the Holy Old Man and refused to save him. This is a collusion!"
“…”
Many people angrily scolded, but Wei and others were not afraid of birds at all.
How could they let go of such a good opportunity to kill Ye Wudao?
There are already many holy places on the surrounding martial arts competition platform.
The top holy places such as Glow, Four Symbols and Titans defeated their opponents at the first time.
At this moment, King of Light and others looked at Ye Wudao on the martial arts competition stage.
The King of Light frowned and there was a look of doubt in his eyes.
He looked at the evil god and the beast king, and also saw the confusion in their eyes.
In their eyes, perhaps Ye Wudao's strength is incomparable to those of them.
But it shouldn't have lost to Weijianman so easily.
On the No. 9 martial arts competition stage, Ye Wudao looked at Wei Jiankuang angrily and said, "Do you really want to kill me? Would you rather give up the qualification of Saint Bi?"
Wei Jiankuang laughed and said, "Ye Wudao, you are just seeking death! If I hadn't been awakened by your words, I wouldn't dare to make this decision!"
"Anyway, we won this game in Ten Thousand Swords Holy Land, and ranked at least the top ten. As long as we can kill you, what if we give up the next game?"
"Who told you to kill so many geniuses in the major holy places? Look at your arrogant look, I've wanted to kill you long ago!"
At this time, Mo Xiaoyu and the four girls not only did not come forward to stop him, but instead rolled their eyes to Ye Wudao.
I thought to myself, the Shengshuang's acting skills are really good!
Those who don’t know really think that the Holy Son was scared.
If they hadn't known the Holy Son's plan, they would have been deceived by the Holy Son.
But then again.
They sincerely admire the Holy Son Ye Wudao.
He could actually come up with a plan like a bitter meat plan, which forced the sword maniac to finally have the idea of killing.
As long as Wei Jian ignites the murderous idea, the Holy Son can naturally kill people.
"Ye Wudao, please die!"
Wei Jiankuang's face was full of madness, holding the sword in both hands, and the sword spewed out a thousand-meter sword light.
The Shadow of the Sword Saint behind him was also doing this action.
A terrible sword energy storm formed, sweeping all over the world, shaking the entire competition platform.
If the martial arts competition was not strong enough and the barrier was strong enough, I would have probably been torn apart by this sword energy storm.
Swish!
The sword light fell and slashed Ye Wudao directly.
"stop!"
The Holy Master was furious, but he looked angry, but he did not do anything crazy.
"No!"
The four girls also cooperated with each other in acting, with a sincere love and no falsehood.