"I'm not willing to give in." Master Yanwu finally couldn't bear it anymore, his eyes suddenly glowed with a strange light, and he roared angrily.
Just as his roar was about to subside, he trembled, looking almost crazy. However, he could no longer hold on. The fiery tree and silver flower arrow was trembling in the air at this time.
, seems to be about to fall from the sky at any time.
A harsh buzzing sound came from the killing sword, and Xuanmu felt as if his whole body was being blasted into the meridians of his right hand by a powerful force.
Master Yanwu's physical body has gradually shrunk, and the blood essence in his body has almost dried up. This is why he has been unwilling to take out this crossbow weapon for use. This crossbow weapon is extremely evil and cannot be used at all.
It is not something that ordinary monks can control. The weird magic fire cannot be activated.
But if a monk consumes his own blood, blood and soul, he can also activate the magic fire technique on the crossbow.
Master Yanwu was not able to kill Xuanmu, or even caused any substantial damage to Xuanmu. Now if he wants to activate the crossbow again, he will not have the strongest attack. If the five attacks were combined at first
For the power of a single blow, a sudden attack on Xuanmu might be able to kill Xuanmu.
However, he was unwilling to gamble like that because he felt it was more foolproof. But there was still a gap between the reality and what he imagined.
The outcome of this bet is clear. In the end, Xuanmu won. In fact, gambling also requires strength. If you don't have the strength to gamble, there is only one result - losing.
"You have already lost, so why are you unwilling to accept it?" Xuanmu looked at the barely alive Master Yanwu with a flat look and said.
After Master Yanwu heard Xuanmu say this calmly, his whole body immediately became decadent. He turned around and stepped towards Xuanmu's direction, shouting: "I will die with you."
"Self-destruction?" Xuanmu's mouth curled up slightly, with a mocking smile hanging on his face. He just lightly threw the killing sword towards Master Yanwu, and the killing sword made a hissing trembling sound, directly
Breaking through Master Yanwu's body-protecting light, it penetrated into his belly.
At this moment, all the monks from the Flame Dance Kingdom showed expressions of disbelief. The expressions quickly disappeared from their faces and turned into gloomy looks. When they saw Xuan Mu suddenly not moving, but his whole body was full of emotions.
of murderous intent.
Their expressions changed again, with fear and horror written all over their faces.
Are they abandoning their armor? They are not, but they are using crazy means to escape in the direction of the Flame Dance Kingdom. Even Master Yanwu is dead, who else can fight against this evil god?
"Want to run away now? It's too late!!!" Xuanmu said in a rather regretful tone, stepped towards the air in front of him, pointed the killing sword into the air in front of him, and a red light shot out quickly.
Flying through the air.
A mummy suddenly appeared from the air, and you could see a big hole appeared in the monk's chest. The mummy fell straight from the air.
Almost instantly, a large hole was opened in the chest of another monk, and at the same time he was turned into a mummy.
Three, four, five, ten... The red light kept flashing in the air. Then more and more monks were killed.
These monks who were killed by the Killing Sword all had a strange feeling before they died. That is, an extremely majestic spiritual consciousness swept over their bodies, and then they lost their lives. Even the Nascent Soul also
In an instant, he was drawn into the killing sword.
Xuanmu sat cross-legged in the air with an indifferent expression, and murmured in his mouth: "Today is the best opportunity for me to condense the fourth crystal on the killing sword, so you have no choice but to die. Maybe there are some mistakes that you can't afford to make.
.Perhaps, this is not your fault. But, it is definitely not my fault!"
He seemed to be talking to himself, and while talking to himself, he seemed to have some enlightenment. A bright light flashed in his mind, and he seemed to have thought of something, but it was not very clear.
Although he was thinking about this matter, his consciousness never stopped. The speed of the killing sword was the speed at which his consciousness moved, which shows how fast it was. The speed of movement of the consciousness of top-level Nascent Soul monks was naturally not
What ordinary monks can compare to is not only fast, but also unstoppable.
Panic, a panic spread among the monks of Yanwu Kingdom.
They were so panicked that they couldn't help shouting, and most of them cursed. Xuanmu still sat cross-legged in the air, with a smile finally showing on his face. He saw two top-level Nascent Soul monks mixed in among the monks.
These two people should be Master Yanwu's powerful assistants.
If the Killing Sword can drain the essence and blood of these two people, condensing the fourth crystal will not be just a dream.
He finally moved, and as soon as he moved, he appeared ten feet away. One step was ten feet away, and then he took several steps in succession. His consciousness quickly locked on the two top-level Nascent Soul cultivators.
Both of them were dressed in red robes. One had a sallow face and a thin goatee on his lower chin. The other was slightly fat, but his eyes shone with brilliance that had already transformed his body shape.
for being exposed.
When they saw Xuanmu approaching them, the two looked at each other and seemed to be talking about something.
Then, they saw their bodies walking towards the south quickly. Master Yanwu was no match for Xuanmu, so naturally they did not dare to provoke Xuanmu. It was better to escape back to the Flame Dance Kingdom to save their lives.
.Xuanmu's consciousness swept rapidly through the air, and the killing sword had already flown out.
The blood light carried the momentum of destroying all things, and blasted towards the old man with a yellow face and thin muscles. Soon, the killing sword was approaching. It was about to blast a bloody hole in the old man's body. At this time, the old man
Suddenly, there was a deathly look in his eyes, and he stretched out his hands with a bloodless face. A huge purple-gold shield appeared in his right hand.
This purple gold shield is shimmering with light, and there are strange runes engraved on the shield without any fancy patterns.
In the world of cultivating immortals, magic weapons with totems branded or engraved on them are either extremely useless magic weapons because the totems on them are just for aesthetics. Or they are extremely powerful magic weapons because the beast spirits are sealed in them. The beast spirits are being sealed.
Afterwards, a totem will appear on the magic weapon.
In Xuanmu's eyes, this shield was worthless anyway. It couldn't be compared with the killing sword in his hand. Under the killing sword, everything turned to dust.
Sure enough, when the killing sword bombarded the shield, the shield flashed brightly, and then the sound of purple gold breaking was heard. This sound made Xuanmu feel extremely comfortable, and the thin old man with yellow skin on his face
When he heard this voice, his heart twitched violently, and a chill grew from his heart like a furnace.
He thought so much, but the fear in his heart became more and more intense. Before he had time to struggle, the killing sword had already broken through his body, directly blasted away the shield, and suddenly broke through the strong feeling on his body.
The body-protecting light like white clouds was deeply embedded in his belly.
The red light flashed again, and the slightly obese monk had escaped more than a hundred feet away. But the sweat on his forehead fell like big beans. He had no time to wipe the sweat away.
Pearl, he just took eleven steps, which was only eleven breaths of time.
But the little evil god had already killed his companions. He, who was also at the top Nascent Soul stage, had no advantage over the monk. In fact, he didn't even prepare a shield. He could only resist with the light of body protection.
However, it will definitely not exceed three breaths before he will be killed by Xuan Mu.
Xuanmu's footsteps also stepped out in the air, looking like he was strolling. But his speed was not slow. He was fast, and his spiritual consciousness was faster. His spiritual consciousness had quickly enveloped the monk. Killing
There is still some gap between the speed of the sword and the consciousness.
On the sword, the light on the third crystal became more and more intense. It gradually became dazzling, causing the monk's eyes to flicker, showing a panicked look.
Xuanmu pointed with his right hand, and the killing sword rushed towards the slightly fat monk. The monk's footsteps did not stop, and became faster and faster.
His speed is almost the same as Xuanmu's speed. But compared with the speed of Xuanmu's consciousness, it is a world of difference.
The red light of the killing sword quickly disappeared in the air, because the sword body had already submerged into the body of the fleeing monk. The red light flashed again, and it burst out from the body of the monk. It looked horrifying.
pole.
Then, the body that was slightly bloated and fat also shriveled up at the same time. Wrinkles suddenly appeared on the monk's face, too fast. It was a bit scary. If you see a person getting older, you will definitely not
It's such a scary feeling.
But if you see a monk grow old in an instant and turn into a terrifying mummy, everyone will feel terrible.
But the monks in the Flame Dance Kingdom have already planted this feeling deeply in their hearts. They didn't want to be like this, but every time they see this weird scene, they will have this feeling. This feeling will arise.
The feeling was endless. The more they told themselves not to think about it, the stronger the fear in their hearts became. They almost collapsed.
A monk from the Flame Dance Kingdom knelt down in the air. They were scared. "I surrender, please let me go!!"
"Surrender...! Spare our lives!!" A crying voice came out in the air. They were afraid, too afraid.
The monks in the Dream Kingdom turned a blind eye. They did not believe that if they let these monks go, they would not seek revenge again. Everyone knows the dangers of the world of immortality.
Someone committed suicide, and the one who committed suicide was a monk from the Flame Dance Kingdom. Some monks were begging for help, but they didn't want to live anymore.
There is only one reason for this, and that is fear. Because of fear, they would rather commit suicide than see their comrades being turned into mummies again.