Bang!

This voice sounded in Yan Li's heart.

In fact, the cliff was slightly bent under the powerful force, which was an incredible thing for a unique treasure. And there was a bang of gold and stone clashing, but it was far less intense than Yan Li's heart.

The lava armor was gone, the ears were deaf, the darkness was in front of him, and the seven orifices were bleeding, all in an instant.

In such an instant, Yan Li felt that he had experienced hundreds of reincarnations of life and death, and the feeling of dying at any time made him crazy, and he wanted to give up everything to escape this pain.

But at this time, he couldn't help but think of what happened to the simple villagers of Yanziwu.

Yan Chaosheng, who would have become an excellent winemaker, was hacked to death in Lianyun Mountain in order to intercept the pursuers.

Yan Shiyi, who has excellent cultivation qualifications and is not an exaggeration to be called the most supreme genius in the world, would have been promoted and directly joined the academy, and then rose to the top and became the top master who influenced the situation in Shenzhou, but he followed him into a ruin, wandering, and precarious.

Yan Chaoyang, who is willing to be ordinary and full of enthusiasm for life, has become his daily routine in killing, and he awakens his real name in the killing and incarnates the Killing Heavenly Demon King.

Yan Wushuang, whose ambition is to wander the world, endured humiliation and burdens for today's revenge, and went undercover in Liangcheng for several years, and even had to kill the respected person with his own hands.

Their beautiful lives were ruined, Yan Li once thought that it was his responsibility, which made him toss and turn for countless nights, unable to sleep, this sea of blood and hatred, like a mountain, pressed him, and he could not forget it all the time.

Compared to this, what is this pain at the moment?

"Wang Ba!" Yan Li's scream from his throat was not only the power of hatred, but also the power of growth brought about by the hardships he had endured because of hatred.

People grow, either good or bad, good or bad.

It is precisely because of Wang Ba that they are where they are today, and it is because of Wang Ba that they have come to this day. As Yan Shiyi said, this is the power of "gratitude".

The Tibetan sword seemed to have felt the will of the host, and desperately operated and absorbed, and finally survived Wang Ba's hateful blow, and also made Liqi get rid of the fate of breaking.

However, Yan Li still flew out.

This is what happened to the remnants of magma on the left.

Almost at the same time, the magma on the right side also erupted, and hiding in it was Yan Wushuang, who was known as the world's fastest sword.

His right hand clenched the Mortal Sword. This sword has taken the head of many well-known masters. However, to Yan Wushuang and even Yan Mountain Thieves, it was a guardian sword, because it could always deal a fatal blow to the enemy who was about to give a fatal blow to his companion at a critical moment.

For example, at this moment, Wang Ba was about to catch up with Ji Yanli, but he had to stop, because he was facing the fastest sword in the world.

Wang Ba's thoughts are still in the cognition of the warnings, in the thinking of "the fastest sword in the world", and in the thinking of "how much spirit should be used to be vigilant".

But the sword was unsheathed.

The sword flashed up.

No one can describe the grace of this sword, as if no one can avoid the touch of the wind, as if no one can prevent the four seasons from changing, the sun rising and the moon setting, birth, old age, sickness and death.

Then, there was the sound of the sword unsheathed.

But it is also different from others, as if the chanting of poetry has reached a certain point of "subdued and frustrated", fleeting.

It is said that there is a kind of fast sword in the world, which does not even have a sound.

At that time, the king will surely die.

However, there is still a voice, and Wang Ba still has a glimmer of life.

As mentioned earlier, Wang Ba hated Yan Li to the core, hated it to the point that he couldn't hate it anymore, seeing that he couldn't kill it with a blow, he was full of only the idea of killing Yan Li, and he didn't pull it out of this hatred until he faced the threat of death.

Wang Ba's hatred is different from Yan Li and others.

The difference has already been mentioned before, Yan Li and others are growing up, and they are a kind of cognition of the world.

Wang Ba is a new enemy, when he feels that everything is under control, everything is out of control, so in addition to hatred, it is even deeper horror,—— maybe he himself does not want to admit it,—— in fact, he is so eager to kill Yan Li, that is, he is afraid that Yan Li will resort to more terrible means.

He had to admit that the Martial God Mansion was in ashes. Even if he kills Yan Li, he can no longer be reused as before, he may still be superhuman, but he is destined to be shelved and lonely for life.

Not being able to kill Yan Li made him feel uneasy, and his reaction was slightly sluggish, and he couldn't completely dodge the blow.

The entire left ear was sliced off by the sword light.

Wang Ba has not been injured, but there has never been a time when it was more painful, more humiliating, and more frustrating than this time.

He frantically poured the true qi into the overlord in his hand, and with the blessing of the true qi, the blade of the overlord actually swelled.

But Yan Wushuang smiled slightly, but stepped back.

It's a long story, but it's just a blink of an eye.

On the way to the retreat, Yan Li was resisted by a soft force, and then a palm, even through his clothes, he could feel his generosity and warmth.

"I knew your pain. Yan Shiyi spoke softly, "But it doesn't matter, Ah Li, I already know your true wishes, I will accompany you on your way, let you stand in front of your ultimate enemy, and until then, I will protect you until the end." ”

Give it a gentle push.

Yan Li advanced faster than when he retreated, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and the cliff on his waist shook a little, and his figure was slightly raised, and then he shook again, and when he shook again, he had come to the sky above Wang Ba.

In stark contrast to Yan Wushuang's drawing of his sword, he almost pulled out the cliff at a speed that could not be slower.

"No style, three nothing, Rahu sword crying!"

But his speed is like a meteor falling from mortal dust.

Liya destroyed all the aura in front of Wang Ba in a devastating state, and finally pressed against his chest.

Behind Wang Ba, there was an air explosion sound, and the invisible air was pushed away. The true qi in his body was congested, causing his face to turn red, and a beast-like roar erupted from the depths of his throat.

But that doesn't kill him.

The real killer feature is Yan Shiyi.

A strange laugh surged between the mountains and forests and the sea of clouds, and the purple night knife swiped lightly in the void, and shot out several purple meteors, which were headed towards Wang Ba's limbs.

As soon as the meteor touched Wang Ba, it immediately turned into a purple night flower.

The flower stem bound the king and lifted it up, like a pig or sheep to be slaughtered.

Wang Ba couldn't speak and struggled.

Yan Shiyi raised the black knife at Wang Baping: "Purple night, Mingjing stops the water." ”

Wang Ba suddenly stopped moving.

The four purple night flowers suddenly bloomed, and the dense purple true qi came into contact with the air, rendering a richer black and solidifying the void.

Wang Ba's gaping mouth and rolling Adam's apple were all frozen.

"Purple night, funeral flowers. ”

Yan Shiyi turned into purple lightning and appeared in front of Wang Ba, and the moment he swung the knife, countless sword lights intertwined into a larger purple night flower, and he staggered past Wang Ba in an instant.

The black knife spun around a few times in Yan Shiyi's hand, and after returning to the sheath, the afterglow of the purple true qi lasted for a long time.

The solidified void behind him cracked a little crack, then cracked, and finally made a sound like a mirror shattering, and time seemed to be re-injected into Wang Ba, his face suddenly climbed into the color of snow, and he fell weakly from the air to the ground.

Yan Li and the others looked at this scene and could only exclaim from their hearts.

Yan Shiyi turned around, grabbed Wang Ba's collar, and lifted him up: "Now tell me, who is the person who ordered you to slaughter Yanziwu." ”

Wang Ba was stunned for a while, and then slowly came back to his senses.

He knew he was defeated, and he was defeated.

But he laughed anyway, and it was very vicious, very terrible.

"Is it all over?no, it's just the beginning......" He stared at Yan Shiyi deadly, "He is someone you will never be able to reach, he can crush you to death with one finger, go to him for revenge!"

"Who the hell is it?"

"Li Xuanwei. Wang Ba smiled viciously and said a name.

"Li Xuanwei?"

"Why, don't you even know the Doctor Saint?"

The medical saint Li Xuanwei, the person behind him is the medical saint Li Xuanwei.

"His current name is Li Wei. After Wang Ba finished speaking, he glanced at Yan Li, and then vomited blood and died in wild laughter.

PS: The end of volume four. This volume is quite difficult to write, but it is a complete expression of my thoughts and feelings. Thank you for your support, grinder, book friends and 44777178. Plain clothes such as the old people's monthly pass support. After eating, continue to struggle.