Zhao Wuji looked impatient, and said sharply: "You were injured, you caused it." If you want to prove that you can kill me easily, stand up and fight. ”

Fang Tong was angry, but he couldn't help it, he was choked by Zhao Wuji's words and couldn't speak.

"What? Still don't want to get up, then I'll have to strike first!" After speaking, Zhao Wuji's body suddenly rushed forward, and the tip of his sword pointed directly at Fang Tong's throat.

Fang Tong was helpless, swung his palms, and slapped the blade of the sword, which immediately shook Zhao Wuji away, and he himself stood up, his body unbalanced and hurriedly took a few steps back.

"Very good, get up, this is like a man!" Zhao Wuji held his sword and danced a few sword flowers on his side, and attacked Fang Tong again. "Don't think that I don't look down on me because I'm not a soul guest, there are many soul guests who have died under my sword!"

Fang Tong got up and suddenly felt the extremely cold aura on the back of his neck become heavier. He was enraged by Zhao Wuji, and he couldn't care about the injury on the back of his neck. Although it is dangerous to do so, and it is likely to die, if you don't resist now, you will be slaughtered by Zhao Wuji immediately. As for the extremely cold breath, let's wait until we kill the kid in front of me first! This kid is not even a soul guest, even if he is injured, is it as easy as stepping on an ant to death?

The ape magic stick appeared in Fang Tong's palm, he raised the stick with both hands, and then preemptively smashed it towards Zhao Wuji. At this time, he just moved his body, and the wound would crack open, allowing the extremely cold qi to take advantage of the void, so he categorically did not dare to use soul magic.

Zhao Wuji's Demon Slayer Sword slapped lightly on the Ape Demon Stick, his ears kept shaking, and he suddenly changed the direction of the sword attack and slashed down towards the end of the Ape Demon Stick. The originally incomparably hard Ape Demon Stick received this blow, and it suddenly trembled and fell out of Fang Tong's hand. Fang Tong reacted very quickly, squatting, and although he held the ape magic stick again, the appearance of the stick being out of his hand was very embarrassing.

Zhao Wuji just used the effect of the three-star Horcrux Demon Slayer Sword to find the weakness of the opponent's blade. Fortunately, the ape magic stick was originally one-third of the ten-star horcrux "Zhenhai Optimus Prime", not an ordinary horcrux, otherwise it would have been damaged if it was cut in the weak spot by the demon destroying sword just now, and the weapon spirit would be seriously injured if it did not die.

Seizing the opportunity for Fang Tong to re-grasp the stick in embarrassment, the killing intent in Zhao Wuji's eyes rose, and he quickly used the "Thunder Thirteen Swords"!

The first sword!

Second sword!

The third sword!

Fourth sword!

The Fifth Sword!

...... The tenth sword, the eleventh sword, the twelfth sword!

Fang Tong was worthy of being a master in the middle stage of the Fire Soul Realm, although he was injured, the back of his neck was eroded by the extremely cold qi, and he could not use soul arts, he still relied on the ape magic stick to resist Zhao Wuji's twelve swords. The Demon Slayer Sword and the Ape Demon Rod collided twelve times in a row, and the sparks that stirred up became more and more intense each time.

Thunder thirteen swords, only twelve swords, and the last sword, and the most powerful sword.

Zhao Wuji defeated Su Cheng and all the swordsmen around Su Cheng as a junior, relying on this Thunder Thirteen Swords. Some people can take his eleventh sword, some people can take his twelfth sword, but no one has ever been able to take his thirteenth sword.

If he used this thirteenth sword at the Xinying Conference two years ago, then Liu Ying would definitely die, and he would be the champion of the Xinying Association. But he didn't use it, because he knew that as soon as the thirteen swords came out, there would be no living people under the swords.

The last sword of the Thirteen Swords of Thunder is the Sword of Death!

Boom!

The thirteenth sword is out!

In an instant, everyone seemed to stop, and they all looked at Zhao Wuji and Fang Tong blankly.

Fang Tong knelt on the ground, and Zhao Wuji stood behind him, leaning forward with his back to him, one foot on his knee socket. The Demon Slayer Sword was held by Zhao Wuji's backhand, the blade was jet black, and the tip of the sword was no longer visible, because it had already pierced Fang Tong's neck. Pierced through the back of Fang Tong's neck.

A sword seals the throat.

What happened in this moment, no one could see clearly, no one saw Zhao Wuji's sword like this, no one saw what this thirteenth sword looked like, how this life-killing sword took Fang Tong's life.

All people could see was a sword, a sword that pierced the back of Fang Tong's neck.

It seemed that Yang Shu's sword shuttle had only opened a hole in the back of Fang Tong's neck for Zhao Wuji, allowing Zhao Wuji's Demon Slaying Sword to pierce into it without hindrance.

Fang Tong's eyes widened, and he couldn't say a word.

Zhao Wuji's half body spun and pulled the Demon Slayer Sword out of Fang Tong's neck, and Fang Tong fell down slowly like a leaning tower. Although his eyes were still wide, he was dead.

After killing Fang Tong, Zhao Wuji calmed down a lot and didn't say anything, just looked at the poplar tree and threw an intriguing look at him.

"It's time to pretend to be thirteen again......" Yang Shu closed his eyes and deliberately didn't look at Zhao Wuji.

As if seeing that Yang Shu closed his eyes and didn't understand the meaning of his eyes, Zhao Wuji came to Yang Shu's side and explained to him: "You and Xiao Fan killed Mo Changyue, the left protector of the Evil Gate, and I killed Fang Tong, the right protector of the Evil Gate, you have nothing to do." ”

"......" poplar rarely chose to be silent. He felt that Zhao Wuji's reaction was normal, after all, a person who was not even a soul guest actually killed a master in the middle of the Fire Soul Realm, which should be worth savoring.

However, he, Zhao Wuji, didn't seem to have figured out a situation, if it weren't for Lao Tzu who injured him with killing gods, and had an extremely cold aura to restrain him, so that he couldn't even use soul arts, could your swordsmanship kill him?

"Lao Tzu is too lazy to fight with you for ......," Yang Shu said silently in his heart.

"Have you seen my Thunder Thirteen Swords today? Poplar, what do you think? Yang Shu didn't know that he ignored him, and he still didn't give up on himself.

Yang Shu shook his head helplessly and said perfunctorily: "Very clever." ”

Zhao Wuji seemed to be satisfied with this answer, and asked, "How tall?"

The poplar looked around, by the moonlight, in the direction of the mountain, and said, "The mountain is so high. ”

"Hmm......" Zhao Wuji nodded, didn't ask anymore, took two steps forward, and also looked towards the mountain hidden in the night.

Looking at Zhao Wuji's back, which seemed to be suddenly much taller, Yang Shu secretly thought, "You kid is proud today, right? Lao Tzu rarely praises people like this." ”

How do you know that Zhao Wuji stared at the mountain with the eyes of a philosopher staring at something and thinking about a certain philosophy, and said very seriously and solemnly: "I don't think what you said is accurate enough, it should be higher than the mountain." ”

Yang Shu looked at Zhao Wuji with the eyes of an idiot, gritted his teeth, and was completely speechless.

After the battle between Zhao Wuji and Fang Tong ended, the battle between Zhao Tong and Zhao Tie and the five soul guests was also coming to an end. Without any suspense, the five soul guests were killed, and except for Zhao Wuxing and Zhang Cheng, who received some minor injuries, everyone else was safe and sound.