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[The 1060th chapter is a close call and suddenly changes! 】

[Chapter 1060: A critical moment, a sudden change! 】

This is Ye Wang Chong's desperate move. Anyone with a martial arts status of his level will not take risks easily. There are always one or two trump cards for this kind of desperate effort to escape.

This matter had nothing to do with Ye Wang Chong in the first place. Although he had selfish motives for acting like this, it could also be considered as a deliberate act.

It wiped out all the dust and enveloped the surrounding areas. Even the Ten Thousand Poison Corpse Emperor was forced to retreat by the surging demonic energy. He roared repeatedly, obviously very angry.

But Ye Wang Chong's expression became increasingly ugly.

Even if they fight to this point, they are still unable to cause substantial damage to the Ten Thousand Poison Corpse Emperor. The most annoying thing is that the countless ghosts and demons of this evil spirit are still unable to break through the poisonous fog. Even if they break through a gap,

Feng Ziyue is not allowed to leave!

There is indeed no change in the attack of the Ten Thousand Poison Corpse Emperor, but his defense and attack capabilities have completely reached the level of Xingxiu masters.

"Master Night King, there is no need to be so reluctant!"

Feng Ziyue's heart trembled, knowing that Ye Wang Chong's move was very costly, but it seemed to have no effect. He immediately flashed his sword and defended the enemy side by side with Ye Wang Chong.

Ye Wangchong smiled bitterly, withdrew the Dust Extinguishing Move, swallowed a pill, and moved his palms up and down to protect the two of them, with a slumped expression on his face.

"I didn't expect that the Ten Thousand Poison Corpse Emperor would be so tyrannical..."

He took over as the Lord of the Night Palace at a young age. His martial arts skills were excellent and he could be said to have never suffered any setbacks. Even though he knew that he was no match for the Ten Thousand Poison Corpse Emperor, he never expected that even if he risked his life

, couldn't break through the encirclement of the Ten Thousand Poison Corpse Emperor, and couldn't help feeling extremely frustrated.

"Forget it! Forget it! If this is the fate of my Yan Ye Palace, then there is nothing to say! It is only because I insisted on inviting Mr. Feng to come here that I got into this disaster. I can only take this miserable life and accompany Feng

Young Master, you died together!"

If he hadn't invited Feng Ziyue to Suzaku Academy to participate in the year-end competition, Feng Ziyue would not have become an enemy of Bai Zhiwei, and Tie Bofu would not have come forward to fight Feng Ziyue to the death, let alone lead the boy who led the way.

With Taoist Poison, there would be no such disaster today.

As the Lord of the Yama Night Palace, Ye Wangchong is actually well aware of the rise and fall of the six races. The great rise of the human race and the decline of the ghost clan are already irreversible trends. The world of Yama and the Yama Night Palace are just the tip of the iceberg.

The palace masters of the past generations have worked hard to preserve the ghost clan, but now it seems that it is just like a mirror, like a big dream.

Is this kind of act of defiance impossible after all?

He let out a long sigh, "I, King Ye Chong, died here, and it was a well-deserved death. I just caused trouble for you, Mr. Feng, and I feel really guilty!"

Ye Wangchong's martial arts was far superior to Feng Ziyue's. Even if he tried his best to break through the enemy, Feng Ziyue must be helpless.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The poisonous Taoist was laughing wildly in the dark, and he was already in a crazy state because of his hatred and anger.

"Feng Ziyue, I have long said that I will kill you. No one in the sky or on earth can save you."

"Master Yan Ye, what can I do? Who in Suzaku Academy dares to stand up for you?"

With Ten Thousand Poison Corpse Emperors in hand, Poison Taoist has enough capital to be rampant!

He was not in a hurry, he just commanded the Ten Thousand Poison Corpse Emperor to trap the two of them tightly without giving them any chance to escape. As long as they could exhaust their power, they would naturally be able to kill them in one fell swoop!

Feng Ziyue still remained calm and composed.

He had long seen that the Ten Thousand Poison Corpse Emperor's defense and attack capabilities were extremely strong, and even if he tried desperately, he might not be able to break through this circle, and Ye Wang Chong's attempt also proved this.

Among Feng Ziyue's sword moves, the only one that can steadily surpass the Night King's Crush the Dust style is the Wuming Sword Technique. Apart from that, there is no trace of the Eighth Sword God Technique, and the Infinite Mysterious Sword Technique has never been perfected.

When Leng Yue buried the soul of poetry, he could only get its shape, and the other sword moves were even more insignificant.

In this case, it is better to stick to the door and wait and see what happens.

After all, although the power of the Ten Thousand Poison Corpse Emperor is ruthless, it is not that easy to actually hurt him.

Although it was consumed a lot under the poisonous mist that filled the sky, multiple small worlds in Feng Ziyue's body were operating at the same time, and coupled with the coordination of Taixuan Purple Qi, there was no risk of exhaustion in a short period of time.

At first, Ye Wangchong was worried that Feng Ziyue would not be able to support him, so he took action desperately. Now that he saw that Feng Ziyue was more calm than him, he was surprised and gradually calmed down.

If the two of them join forces, if they can persist longer, maybe they can wait for help from others?

Ye Wang Chong's heart began to feel alive again.

In the world of Tianyin, there are many masters. Those who can defeat the Ten Thousand Poison Corpse Emperor include at least Qixu Star Master, Suzaku Sword Master and the Grand Priest of the three major temples. In addition to these five people, the Fire Source Cult Master estimates that

There is also a fight, but there is absolutely no need for these people to take action for Ye Wang Chong and Feng Ziyue.

Although the manpower Ye Wang Chong brought was capable, they would not be of much use in such a top-level fight. Even if they came here, they would just be seeking death.

The people in Suzaku Academy have made it clear that they want to be shy. They have not appeared for such a long time, and they probably will not appear in the future.

As the real power in his body was consumed more and more, the hope that had just been ignited in Ye Wang Chong's heart was gradually extinguished.

He didn't check for a moment, but was struck by the edge of the palm of the Wandu Corpse King. His body swayed, he staggered, and he inhaled a mouthful of poisonous mist. His face turned purple and his whole body trembled!

"not good!"

Night King Chong was secretly frightened, Feng Ziyue also snorted coldly, and swept his sword light to protect Ye King Chong's surroundings, but he heard the Ten Thousand Poison Corpse Emperor roar and slammed into him!

Although Feng Ziyue's sword light was sharp, it only lasted for a moment in the face of this almost irresistible impact before it shattered. The figure of the Ten Thousand Poison Corpse Emperor had already shrouded the top of Night King Chong's head, stretching out a rotten

His hands are about to tear him into pieces!

"Hahahaha! Kill one first! Let you know how powerful I am, the Ten Thousand Poison Corpse Emperor!"

Taoist Poison shouted proudly, now that Ye Wang Chong has been captured by the Ten Thousand Poison Corpse Emperor, in the eyes of Taoist Poison, he is no different from a dead man.

And after taking care of Ye Wang Chong, how long can Feng Ziyue continue to support him?

He laughed wildly and opened his eyes wide, wanting to appreciate the scene of flesh and blood flying everywhere.

At this moment, I saw a ray of green light flying from the sky!

laugh!

The sword light flew down like a drill, and circled the Wandu Corpse Emperor's neck crisply.

The Ten Thousand Poison Corpse Emperor paused, as if completely frozen!

An instant later, I saw its head, which was swollen due to rot, rolling down!

A cavity of dirty blood rises into the sky!


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