"How is that possible! What on earth is going on!"
The change only happened in an instant, and Jihuazi was caught off guard.
At this moment, the frozen time suddenly started to flow again, and it was out of control.
"Buzz!"
There was a terrifying roar in the air, breaking away from the shackles of time. The seven natal swords tore apart the world, turned into light faster than lightning, and stabbed Jihuazi's body fiercely.
Die together! "This is impossible!"
Jihuazi didn't want to believe it, but his stubbornness was completely wiped out by the huge pain sent through his body.
The body of the natal sword burns life, how powerful it is.
Even though Ji Huazi's body was as strong as cast iron, it was easily torn apart.
One sword split the shoulder blade, one sword cut off the thigh, one sword penetrated the heart, one sword cut off the head, one sword tore open the lungs diagonally, one sword cut off the spine, one sword shattered the hope! A large pool of blood
Splashing out like an endless rain of blood, Jihuazi's body was torn into pieces and shattered into pieces.
His soul escaped early and condensed into a phantom, staring dumbfounded at the fragmentation of his body.
"Who is it that is plotting against me? Who is it? Come forward! Since you have shown such great generosity, don't shrink back!"
The phantom gradually solidified. Although it looked the same as the real body, the shattering of the real body caused huge trauma to Jihuazi.
His cultivation level also dropped rapidly from the peak, and he was only in the middle stage of becoming a god.
This kind of injury was hard for Jihuazi to accept. He screamed loudly with splitting eyes, and there was no trace of the self-respect of the Thirteen Heroes of Lingshan.
Jihuazi was not the only one who was angry. After the seven natal swords tore Jihuazi into pieces, seven gray faces gradually emerged.
The Seven Swordsmen, headed by the Ancient Swordsman, all had blood-red eyes and gnashed teeth, as if they wanted to eat someone.
But their lives have been burned out, and now just a breeze can send them into eternal sleep.
Seeing the appearance of the Seven Musketeers, Jihuazi also realized something.
He said sadly: "Could it be that you..." Before he finished speaking, his shadow shook violently, and an extremely powerful force invaded from behind.
The strong wind that agitated swept across with a "whoosh", sweeping away the last traces of the Seven Swordsmen left in the world.
"What is it?"
Ji Huazi only felt that the shadow was being pulled by some kind of force and was actually out of his control.
This frightened him to death. You must know that he only has this soul left. If even the soul is really destroyed, it will be completely over! "Escape!"
Seeing a bad opportunity, Jihuazi made the wisest choice.
He didn't dare to gamble anymore. If he lost, it would be a disaster. He couldn't afford to lose.
But the moment he made up his mind to escape, the force pulling him became even stronger, suddenly increasing hundreds of times, mercilessly squeezing him from all directions, and almost cutting off all his escape routes.
At this moment, Jihuazi finally showed a trace of despair.
He was shocked to realize that he had fallen into a trap that was impossible to escape. Today was the day he died! The power sucking Ji Huazi seemed to come from the netherworld, with a bone-chilling chill.
Even though Ji Huazi's cultivation level is still in the realm of transformation into gods, he feels helpless in the face of this weird power.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Jihuazi resisted vigorously, but the force of the squeeze became stronger and stronger, and soon exceeded the range that he could resist.
What's even more frightening is that a sinister and vicious sharp aura suddenly appeared behind Ji Huazi, piercing through his defense like a ghost and passing through his soul.
Jihuazi's already shaky resistance was suddenly torn open with an irreparable gap. This extremely sinister sneak attack instantly took away his last hope.
"asshole!"
Jihuazi let it go in one breath, but it was too late to regain his strength.
The power around him violently pressed down and penetrated deeply into his soul.
Ji Huazi's shadow suddenly trembled violently, and an extreme chill filled his soul, almost completely freezing him.
This hasty attack severely damaged his vitality and made him unable to recover.
"ah!"
Jihuazi let out a shrill scream, knowing that he was doomed.
But he was still a little unwilling to accept it. Who was it, and what methods were used to plot against him, a monk who stood at the pinnacle of the Little Thousand Immortal Realm?
"Come out!"
Jihuazi shouted at the top of his lungs, but unfortunately the man still refused to show his face.
On the contrary, an even stronger force penetrated into his soul, like pouring molten iron inside and outside his soul, forcibly sealing him from the inside out.
Jihuazi was almost in despair. He had great cultivation but could not display it.
He already has a vague feeling that this may be the most dangerous and dangerous battle in his life, or it may be a catastrophe that is destined for him.
What's even more frightening is that he doesn't have the slightest confidence to survive this disaster! In the distance in the void, Li Xuan coldly watched Ji Huazi's madness.
His plan was carried out in an orderly manner, and now Jihuazi was like a turtle in a urn, and life and death depended only on the palm of his hand.
But Li Xuan is very patient, he knows how powerful the opponent is.
He will never show his face unless absolutely everything is safe.
What's more, Li Xuan has a more important thing to do.
What he wanted to do was not just as simple as killing Ji Huazi, but taking such a big risk to assassinate a tripod-making monk. If he didn't get some benefits for himself, then Li Xuan would not be Li Xuan! In front of him, first appeared in front of him
He picked up one soul, then the second and the third... When thousands of densely packed souls were placed in front of him, it was clear what Li Xuan was going to do.
Li Xuan has always wanted to refine the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, but he has not found a suitable opportunity.
Now that Jihuazi's soul has been in a state of turmoil, if he didn't take advantage of his illness to kill him, Li Xuan would regret it for the rest of his life! Putting such a powerful monk into the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls?
This idea is simply crazy.
Since the opening of Xiaoqian World, no one has dared to think about it like this, but this crazy idea happened to be born in Li Xuan's mind, and he implemented it step by step.
Now in Li Xuan's eyes, all he could see was Ji Huazi's anger and fear.
The Banner of Ten Thousand Souls originally uses negative emotions such as fear, anger, and hatred as a source of power. The more Ji Huazi is forced into a desperate situation, the strongest strength will burst out of him in despair. When he is included in the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls, he will
The stronger.
In Li Xuan's eyes, extreme madness burned.
Even when he fought to the end with the body of Daluo Jinxian in his previous life and fought countless strong men of the same realm, he never had such arrogant thoughts in his heart.