At the moment, Di Qing doesn't even have the ability to protect himself. Even if he is facing some top cultivators, he has no chance of winning.
Therefore, he extremely hates the feeling that his fate is in the hands of others. If Jian Wushuang loses, they will all be buried together without exception.
Di Qing's originally calm heart became a little nervous.
He could only barely use 10% of his power, which was indeed a bit troublesome for Jian Wushuang, but with his sword intent at his side, it was more than enough to deal with Cui Jing.
Cui Jing's arms were filled with energy, and he suddenly pushed forward with both fists.
There are a total of four dark yellow dragons that rise tens of feet in the wind. There are many sharp teeth in the dragon's mouth. If they are bitten, they will definitely be severely injured.
Seeing this situation, Chen Qing and others, who originally seemed to have a chance of winning, became a little nervous. After all, Jian Wushuang was the most severely injured and did not recover at all.
Four frightening dragons with strong blood energy seemed to step out of the sea of blood and swept forward.
Jian Wushuang moved, and he suddenly took half a step back. The real sword in his hand reached forward, and a clear sound came from the tip of the sword.
At the same time, layers of long water ripples surged out from the tip of the sword, blocking all the surging blood energy.
But this sword intent could no longer stop Cui Jing's offensive.
Several dark yellow running dragons tore the ripples apart, opened their mouths full of strange teeth, and bit down on Jian Wushuang's pocket.
But when Jian Wushuang retreated, he did not stay, but turned around and ran away with his sword in hand, without any intention of confrontation.
Seeing this scene, everyone's brows jumped and their expressions became strange.
Although it is understandable to avoid his sharp edge, it would be too unsightly to turn around and run away...
Cui Jing became even more excited when he saw this, and his eyes that were originally cautious and solemn began to look disdainful.
It seems that this soft persimmon is really chosen right.
A total of four dark yellow running dragons failed to bite Jian Wushuang and were shattered upon impact with the ground.
Cui Jing stepped forward, his right hand condensed into an eight-foot stick from the force of Yan, and he rounded it and smashed it forward.
Jian Wushuang, who was running wildly with his sword in hand, started to swim around the palace pillars.
"You hidden rat, let's fight your Grandpa Cui openly and openly!" Cui Jing said with a ferocious smile as he smashed the temple pillar into a dent with a stick.
Jian Wushuang paid no attention to him and seemed to have no intention of fighting him.
The two of them were just like this in this ancient temple, chasing each other.
Chen Qing and others were all sweating, and Di Qing was even more nervous. He didn't want to die on the spot after his true reincarnation.
However, the young guard looked at Jian Wushuang with hatred on his face, as if he wished he could be captured and killed on the spot.
"Damn guy, I just wish I couldn't kill you with my own hands now!" the young guard whispered, "When I recover, you will die!"
Sitting on the throne again, Empress Sha watched the farce-like fight with calm eyes without saying a word.
In her right palm, she held a scepter wrapped in a faint blood.
At the very top of the scepter is a majestic skull.
The skull was shiny and moist, and was constantly soaked with blood, as if it could give birth to flesh and blood at any time and come back to life.
The karma of such a woman with a great calamity on her body is quite terrifying, and even ordinary immortals would never want to come into contact with her.
Moreover, the top cultivator under her seat is also extremely depraved. He is addicted to killing innocent creatures and has long been imbued with indelible cause and effect and mass murder.
The so-called massacre is a kind of mysterious cause and effect that no one can fathom and is almost impossible to eliminate.
When you are burdened with a great calamity, it means that there are cracks in your mind, which are fatal to the Immortal and cannot be touched.
And these were all things Jian Wushuang noticed the first time he set foot in the Sand Demon Cave.
So he is restraining himself and trying his best not to be contaminated by these causes and effects.
Cui Jing chased after him, eager to win.
Jian Wushuang turned around and exchanged blows from time to time, and then continued to wander around, arousing Cui Jing's anger bit by bit.
"Rat, if I catch you, I will drown you in the sea of blood." He was angry. Although his energy was adjusted to its peak, it was like being hit on cotton, unable to start.
Jian Wushuang ignored the noisy words at all. When Cui Jing came running with an eight-foot stick in his hand, he suddenly raised his sword and reached back, leaving a long mark directly on the clothes in front of his chest.
Although Cui Jing was on guard, he had no time to dodge and was almost injured by the real sword.
He broke out in a cold sweat, became even more angry, and unleashed his Yanli energy to attack Jian Wushuang.
The entire Ancient Silent Palace trembled, and one of the huge palace pillars was shattered by Cui Jing.
Jian Wushuang's figure flashed, and finally he took action against him in a very subtle way.
The real sword in his hand made a clear sound, bursting out with thousands of sword intentions, and strangled him away.
In fact, the most fundamental reason why Jian Wushuang has not taken action is to be careful not to be contaminated by the inexplicable cause and effect.
Although the massacre on Cui Jing's body was much less than that of other top cultivators in the Sand Demon Cave, it was still strong.
Once you are tainted with the calamity of mass murder, unless you have supreme magical power to resolve it, you will have no choice but to make the same mistakes again and again.
Jian Wushuang is at his weakest at this time. If he makes a wrong move, it will be difficult to reverse.
Now that there was no way to avoid it, he took action directly.
Three thousand sword intent swept across and slashed towards Cui Jing with great force.
When Cui Jing saw this, he smiled disdainfully, stretched out his hand and transformed a Yanli barrier to resist, and at the same time, he suppressed Jian Wushuang with unabated force.
He stood there, wearing a black robe and looking calm.
Soon, Cui Jing, who was rushing over, felt flustered for no reason.
He vaguely sensed that something was wrong.
As if to confirm what he was thinking, three thousand swords swept across him in an instant. It seemed vulnerable, but it easily tore apart Cui Jing's Yanli barrier, and then chopped off his head!
He was horrified and covered his head without thinking.
Dust swept up in the hall, and the top cultivators standing on both sides were all horrified.
This kind of sword intention was so pure that it was not mixed with any force, but it had an impeccable momentum. They felt that no one could resist this sword.
The sword intent surged and completely enveloped Cui Jing's figure.
At this moment, Di Qing looked at Jian Wushuang, and there was something meaningful in his eyes.
Lady Sha, who was sitting on the throne, also raised her brows and looked at him.
Three thousand sword intentions come and go quickly, everything is just a blink of an eye.
When the sword intent completely dissipated, a ragged figure appeared.
This was only three thousand sword intents, and it was considered to have completely taken out Cui Jing's underwear.
He was unscathed, but his clothes were torn to pieces, barely covering his body.
This was an unbearable shame, something that he, the commander of the Sand Demon Cave, could never endure.
In this Sand Devil's Cave, face is far more important than life, let alone a leader who considers himself to be a respectable person.