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Chapter 682: My Sword Is Your Sword

Author: Blood Sacrifice of the Ring Finger

ads_yuedu_txt(); Qin Bo except for feeling Wen Yiming's murderous aura, the rest can be found, and he doesn't think that he can be higher than himself when he is less than twenty years old, maybe the great martial arts have not broken through, and the arrogance of all the eyes, in his opinion, is purely grandstanding and dying vanity, he will kill Wen Yiming in the most cruel way, as an atonement for his disrespect to the sect master.

For this reason, he made the warriors of the Famous Sword Heavenly Gate hurriedly step down after three breaths with a single look, and in a quarter of an hour, a bloodthirsty light erupted in his single eye.

In Qin Bo's eyes, Wen Yiming's pretentious recovery in the Shuangcheng War Zone was a joke, he would use the broadsword in his hand to cut the slogans of the Shuangchengmen people into a piece of residue, and he couldn't afford to pick it up, completely desperate.

He had already understood Qin Guihai's words, and what was next was his solo dance of killing, which would be a great battle feat to defeat the entire twin cities, and he was happy and complacent.

He felt that the plan of the strangers placed in the list by the two sect masters was too much, such as Long Hua, Lin Wuru, Ying Dao Sect, etc., it was indeed very strong, but there was no possibility of making a move at all, he was more than enough, if he hadn't deliberately left his hands to abuse the disciples of the Twin Cities, the competition would have already ended.

Wen Yiming's appearance made many old acquaintances present curious, and they talked in a low voice, most of them had the same thoughts as Qin Bo, after all, Wen Yiming was too young.

Only Fei Jiuyang and Xiao Qingfeng knew Wen Yiming's horror, they couldn't cultivate with peace of mind for a long time, although they hadn't seen Wen Yiming kill thousands of people with one palm, but the rumors were too terrifying to be groundless, until they heard that the hand seal was done by the farmer in the dark, and they were a little relieved,

Thinking about it, how could Wen Yiming be so terrifying, for this reason, they laughed at themselves for a while, and their minds gradually calmed down.

However, Wen Yiming's combat power is definitely not comparable to them, and they are very self-aware of this.

Before a quarter of an hour arrived, Yang Hui couldn't wait to let the Twin Cities Fighter play, and he couldn't wait to kill Wen Yiming with his own hands.

Wen Yiming floated onto the stage, waved his hand and sacrificed an ordinary heavy sword, those in the know were stunned, they didn't know why he abandoned the gun and used the sword, the dragon soul was also unknown, but there was no performance, with Wen Yiming's combat power, he could also beat Qin Bo with his bare hands.

Wen Yiming looked at Hao Tianxiao, the heavy sword pointed obliquely at the ground, and said, "Tianxiao, my sword is your sword!"

He was already clearly aware of the pressure that Hao Tianxiao was under during this time, and he also understood that Hao Tianxiao could kill Qin Bo in a desperate fight, and he would definitely die as long as Qin Bo did not admit defeat.

Obviously able to defeat the opponent, but in order to delay time and let more people live, he has to endure grief and show mercy to his subordinates, and constantly admit defeat in front of everyone, and the responsibility of forbearance and grievances is as heavy as a mountain.

Enduring humiliation and burden, not everyone can do it, and you need to pay a painful price, especially the dignity that has been repeatedly destroyed, Hao Tianxiao has done it.

He wanted to use the heavy sword to represent Hao Tianxiao to kill this person with his own hands, and the reversal after enduring the humiliation started with the heavy sword representing Hao Tianxiao.

The dragon soul and the high-level officials of the twin cities instantly understood what Wen Yiming meant, they were all insiders, Hao Tianxiao suffered no less humiliation than the people who died in battle, if it was said that this competition had come to this point, it was Hao Tianxiao.

How could Hao Tianxiao not understand, forcibly got up with the pain all over his body, clenched his teeth and clenched his fists, there were tears in his eyes.

The boy has tears and does not flick, but he has not reached the sad place! He is on the verge of collapse at any time, he doesn't know how long he can last, he doesn't want to die in a tragic battle, but he needs to live in such a humiliating way.

Sometimes, living is more difficult and painful than dying, and for the sake of the Twin Cities, he is willing!

'My sword is your sword!' This sentence made Hao Tianxiao proud, all the efforts were worth it, just because his brother understood him, this was enough.

If a person dies for his confidant, he will go back in time and start over, and he will still be like this!

'When ——!'

The gong sounded, and Qin Bo's broad sword front finger rushed out, and the speed was extremely fast.

Wen Yiming didn't move for half a step, the speed of the sword was faster, and the heavy sword slashed in the air, and the last shot came first.

An arm flew up out of thin air, still holding the broadsword tightly, and everyone found in horror that the one-armed Qin Bo's eyes were only filled with fear, and Wen Yiming's heavy sword had pierced into his mouth.

'Pull——!

The tip of the sword, which was less than an inch in the entrance, trembled at a high frequency, and the sound of grinding flesh and cracking teeth came from Qin Bo's mouth.

In the next second, Wen Yiming put away his sword, everyone's hearts were stunned, looking at Qin Bo's mouth full of flesh and blood and broken teeth, he couldn't make a clear sound, everyone saw the thick fear and despair in Qin Bo's eyes, and the bloody and blurred mouth shape was actually admitting defeat, and he couldn't say it.

The veteran chief of Qingyun Castle, the eighth-layer cultivator of the Great Martial Arts, actually broke his arm before he made a move, and his teeth and tongue were crushed by the entrance of the heavy sword, making him unable to admit defeat, and there were still two breaths left at this moment.

This is the rhythm of a cruel start!

Qin Bo whined and shouted to dodge out of the ring, but under Wen Yiming's swift steps, there was no way to escape in all directions, and he could only scurry around in a vague roar of terror.

The figure of Chinese Yiming in the ring shuttled as if teleporting, and every time he intercepted Qin Bo, the blood splashed with countless pieces of minced meat and bone residue.

The remaining arm was crushed into pieces under three consecutive heavy sword slashes, and even the bone joints were shattered into slag, and then the ears flew up, the nose fell to the ground, and the eyes were gouged out, and in just three breaths, Qin Bo was unrecognizable, and he couldn't even scream between the void under his feet.

Countless people in the square couldn't help but hold their breath, their hearts were pounding, when had they seen such a cruel scene of torture and killing, this required multiple resentment and killing intent, and many female martial arts cultivators' faces were slightly pale.

Three breaths have passed, and Qin Guihai, whose face is blue and purple, clasped his fingers on the armrest of the chair and shouted: "Qin Bo admits defeat!"

Wen Yiming sneered and turned around and took out the sword, the human head flew up between the dense shadows of the sword, he shook his hand and penetrated the long sword with the strength of the soft, the sword body penetrated through the volley head, and its inertia brought the human head to roar out, nailed heavily to the pillar hundreds of meters away.

The head hangs high, and the brain is dripping.

'Sneer——!'

It was only at this time that the headless body standing in the ring split into countless pieces of flesh in the vertical and horizontal sword qi, and the broken internal organs flowed to the ground.

What is a Owl Head?

What is a dismemberment?

This is the real difference of the body!

'Wow——!'

A female martial artist retched loudly, causing a scene.

"Did anyone hear him admit defeat?" Wen Yiming stared coldly at Yang Hui, who was stunned, and said indifferently.

No one answered, Wen Yiming looked directly at Qin Guihai and Wu Ming, who were on the high platform, and turned a blind eye to the murderous eyes of the two, and said calmly: "Qin Guihai, Wu Ming, don't admit defeat if you have a kind, tomorrow Lao Tzu will kill and sacrifice the souls of the twin cities!"

Qin Guihai snorted coldly and left the table, he couldn't see Wen Yiming's cultivation, but the actual combat power was not able to turn the tide, and he still had hole cards.

He didn't kill him on the spot, it was because Wen Yiming was fearless, which proved that there must be a master hidden behind him.

He thinks self-righteously.