Chapter Four Hundred and Five Dead and Alive, Alive and Dead
Ye Mengse said: "Oh?"
Ye Zi sneered: "Before, his aura was already natural, and his aura was like a rainbow! At this moment, even if a third-grade supreme like me goes up and wants to win him, he still has to pay some price! As for these ninth-grade saints,
If you go up there, you will be killed by him one by one! No one will be spared."
"So, at this time, send some people for him to kill! Let him kill enough! After the killing, if we don't go in, he won't come out, and he will naturally rest. Once he rests, this vigor will be gone.
"
Ye Se said lightly: "At that time, we only need a few ninth-grade saints to capture him!"
Ye Mengse was a little stunned: "That's what you think? You really don't cherish heroes for the sake of heroes..."
"What a bloody hero!" Ye Se said rudely, "Heroes die so quickly!"
Ye Mengse was so angry that he couldn't speak: "You just let these people die under his sword just to wear down your energy... And you also know clearly that if you take action, even if you pay the price, it will be a small price.
You can win it, but in order not to pay this small price, you even allow a hundred people to die at the hands of others?"
Ye Xi said indifferently: "Young Master Ye, let me give you a piece of advice. Your talents and qualifications make you the best choice, but in your Ye family, you are only the third young master, not the eldest young master. In this case,
, it’s because you come first, first served, and your young age is also one of the reasons. But secondly, the most important thing is that you don’t have the magnanimity of a superior!"
Ye Mengse laughed angrily: "What kind of magnanimity does a superior person have?"
"The temperament of a superior means being ruthless. Those who should be used should be used, and those who should be discarded should be discarded!" Yese taught: "At the critical moment, let go of a hundred people or a thousand people, and save one person. This
People must have the value of being preserved! For example, in this situation, for example, me."
"I am the Supreme Third Grade. At first glance, a small injury is insignificant to me. However, if the enemy is strong, at the critical moment, I can leave. I can deliver the message, I can run on both sides, and I can go back alive. I can bring the family back alive.
Bring back the necessary information. If I get injured while protecting them, then I might be caught together with them! The family was kept in the dark and became an unjust case!"
"A small injury can cause such a result. It's completely different!" Ye Se said lightly: "So I would rather pay the lives of more than a hundred people, and I will not use my cultivation to forcefully defeat an already mature person.
The sharp spirit of the Sword Saint with an invincible momentum!"
"That's stupid!" Ye Se looked at Ye Mengse and said, "Young Master Ye, your biggest shortcoming is that you value love and justice!"
Ye Mengse gritted her teeth and wanted to scold him, but for some reason, she lowered her head and started thinking.
Is it a mistake to value love and righteousness?
Dong Wushang had finished killing everyone and was standing in the middle of the yard with a knife, looking across at him coldly.
The heavy breathing has slowly calmed down.
During this period, many people were eager to try, with red eyes, to kill this big enemy; but they were all stopped by the night.
"At this time, let him rest. Rest and let his breathing stabilize. On the surface, he seems to have recovered from fatigue. But, he has lost all his energy!"
"When a master of this level fights, his momentum is important!"
After a while, Dong Wushang's breathing finally stabilized; but everyone could clearly feel that his invincible determination had somewhat disappeared at this moment.
Ye Xi clasped his hands behind his back, looked at Dong Wushang carefully, and said calmly: "All the ninth-grade saints, take action together to kill Dong Wushang! I will hold the battle for you and personally capture and kill Chu Yang and Meng Geyin!"
Everyone shouted and rushed forward.
At this moment, something suddenly happened. A figure covered in blood quietly stood up, stuck behind everyone, and suddenly struck down the killer!
After several screams, everyone turned around in shock.
I saw a person in front of me, with blood on his head and face, and a bright dagger in his hand. He had already pulled it out of the vest of another ninth-grade saint, and entered another ninth-grade saint who had just turned around in shock.
Holy heart.
Seeing everyone turning around to look, this person burst out laughing: "Ouch~~ Auntie Dog! You are so stupid, it feels so good to be killed by me, hahahaha..."
Everyone was so angry that they almost lost their breath.
Rui Bu Tong!
It turns out that this bastard is not dead! He was actually pretending to be dead!
Just by pretending to be dead, five ninth-level saint-level masters were destroyed in his hands. It is said that saint-level masters basically have a certain degree of self-healing ability, especially when they encounter people with lower levels than themselves.
When the enemy is injured, there is basically no such thing as being killed in one hit.
But for some reason, all the masters who were attacked by this kid died violently without exception.
Everyone was so frustrated with the backup that they had no time to notice that the current Rui Bu Tong was no longer the previous fifth-level saint, but had become the seventh-level saint!
Rui Butong laughed wildly: "What a bunch of idiots, hahaha... They let me go just like that, and they thought I was dead when they saw me fall... They are so careless against the enemy, and they can be considered one of the nine major families...
…Wow haha, it really made me laugh to death.”
Everyone was confused for a moment. Is this really the case?
Those who participated in the siege of Rui Butong were basically dead, and no one confronted them at this moment.
"Trash!" Ye Se yelled angrily. He ducked and came to a ninth-grade saint who died violently. With a wave of his hand, the saint's chest was immediately opened.
Seeing the injuries inside, Ye Xi couldn't help but gasp.
I saw that the heart of this ninth-grade saint had turned into a ball of coke!
It looked as if it had been burned by fire.
Ye Zi stood up, his pupils shrunk, and looked at Rui Bu Tong: "What kind of Kung Fu have you practiced?" Ye Zi also knew several flame techniques, but this kind of low-level master can sneak attack a high-level one and continue to burn him to death.
You can't tell, but this is the first time I've seen it in my life.
Rui Butong seemed to be about to run away. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "What? I'm great, right? Are you a little jealous? Do you want to learn? Hmm? Do you want to learn?"
He laughed wildly: "Kneel down and kowtow if you want to learn! Become your teacher, and I will naturally teach you a kung fu that can dominate the world! It will benefit you for life! Come on, disciple, my teacher is here.
Waiting."
He straightened his waist and protruded his belly, as if he had become a teacher in the night. He actually took out a piece of amethyst and waved it in his hand: "I have even prepared the greeting gift for my teacher...
With murderous intent in the eyes of the night, he suddenly jumped up and with unparalleled speed, he was in front of Rui Potong and slapped him hard on the chest.
Rui Butong yelled and thrust the dagger forward desperately.
With a snap, the dagger broke.
Rui Butong's body broke and flew out like a kite. There was blood in the air, and even his internal organs were vomited out in chunks. He flew dozens of feet, landed on the ground, rolled twice, and stopped moving.
Almost all the quilts were broken!
"If you live again this time, I will call you daddy!" Ye Xie snorted coldly, retracted his palms into his sleeves, and shouted coldly: "Go! Kill Dong Wushang!"
Everyone felt a little funny: You are a third-grade supreme. You have smashed people into pieces with all your strength. How can you survive?
Then everyone roared wildly and rushed inside.
On the opposite side, Dong Wushang suddenly stood up and without any hesitation, he hit him head-on.
Only Ye Mengse was a little surprised. Looking at the place where Rui Bulotong died, he thought: He had a short sword like this in his hand just now, where is it now?
Turning around to look, I saw a dagger that had been broken into two pieces in another place full of blood!
"It turns out he has two such magical weapons." Ye Mengse murmured.
Over there, it was like thunder from the sky meeting fire from the earth.
Ye Shi guessed it right. Dong Wushang rushed out with all his strength. After resting, although his physical strength recovered, his energy was gone. At this moment, although he was still powerful, he felt like he was stuck in a quagmire, and he couldn't cope with it.
After all, no matter which one of these people they are, they are all ninth-level saints who are two levels higher than him.
When he came up, he knocked over two of them, and immediately fell into a hard fight.
A long roar!
A sword intent suddenly filled the air!
Just like the arrival of the king, the world is on its knees.
A clear sword chant came out across the sky. It was so majestic that it shook the sky!
All the sword wielders raised the sword tip uncontrollably at the same moment, making a loud sword cry! It seemed that they were humble commoners who suddenly saw their king and gave him a great gift of falling to the ground!
However, Dong Wushang's long sword was not affected. He seized this fleeting opportunity and fiercely unfolded the sword, slashing violently! It happened suddenly. How could all the masters have imagined that there was not only a Saint King of Swords hidden here?
, there will actually be a Saint King of Swords?
This moment was all caught off guard.
Dong Wushang chopped down three ninth-grade saints in one go!
A ray of sword light flew out of the room brilliantly, like a sky-shattering rainbow. It flashed into the melee crowd. With a few crackling sounds, several saint-level masters were cut in half with their swords.
The sword light circled for a week and finally fell. Everyone took a step back and looked intently.
I saw a young man, holding a long sword, dressed in black, with a smile on his face, standing gracefully in front of everyone. The tip of the long sword in his hand was dripping with blood freely...
"Chu Yang?!" Everyone was shocked!
For a moment, I could hardly believe my eyes!
Chu Yang... isn't he a first-grade king? When did he become the Sword Saint King?
Chu Yang smiled faintly and said, "Exactly, everyone is so polite. It's rare to be a guest at such an early morning. It's so gracious and commendable."
Come as a guest?
Seeing the blood and body parts all over the ground, everyone was speechless for a moment.
"Chu Yang, it turns out you are the Saint King of Swords! Okay, okay! So many people have been deceived by you. Why have you hidden your strength for so long?" Ye Xi couldn't help but feel a little furious.
Why did Chu Yang suddenly become the Sword Saint? This is so weird!