"Damn it!"

Looking at the arrogant King Chengjun, Situ Xing's eyes couldn't help but shrink.

I can't wait to continue to draw the knife and split King Chengjun in half.

But, as King Cheng said, he was indeed exhausted...

Now he is not to mention drawing a knife, even if he wants to make a big move, it is difficult.

"This... ”

The Holy Maiden of the Wu Clan and the others looked at the pale face of Situ Xing, and a trace of worry couldn't help but flow in their eyes.

The Hundred Battles Sword Method is too ferocious, and the corresponding wear and tear on the body is also very large.

Situ Xing had just entered the realm of a martial arts saint, and he had not reached the peak in all aspects of his body, and it was already very remarkable to be able to swing nine swords.

If it was an ordinary martial arts saint, I am afraid that it would have fallen under his long sword long ago.

But unfortunately, King Chengjun is not an ordinary martial arts saint. He is the youngest son of the human king Qiandi Pan, and he is the reincarnation of the ancient king, and in terms of heritage, he is no longer under some veteran martial arts saints.

It is precisely for this reason that he can not die with nine swords.

And it's so arrogant, it's unstoppable.

Burst!

Burst!

Burst!

The wounds healed on King Chengjun's body cracked again, and drops of golden blood burst out.

This is the domineering of "Hundred Battles Sword Method".

The sword qi is like a bone appendage, constantly destroying, constantly stirring, as long as this knife qi is not eliminated, even if the body of King Chengjun is strong, the wound does not want to heal.

However, compared to the previous time, the speed and length of the wound cracking this time are obviously much weaker.

Obviously, the sword qi on King Chengjun's body has been exhausted.

As long as he is given some time, his pale body will become intact as before.

At that time, it must be the time when Situ Punishment falls.

The Lifeless Daoist stood there with a cold face, looking at the two of them who were both defeated, and his eyes couldn't help but show a hint of intention.

People who can become the overlord of one party are not soft-hearted. They will not abide by any contract.

The old-looking martial arts saint who had been following King Chengjun seemed to feel the thoughts of the lifeless Daoist, and hurriedly stepped forward and crossed in front of King Chengjun.

As long as the lifeless Daoist makes a reckless move, he will act blatantly.

Looking at the martial arts saint who was like a thief, a faint embarrassment couldn't help but appear on the face of the lifeless Daoist.

The original idea was also left behind him, although King Chengjun was seriously injured, the strength of his men should not be underestimated.

Instead of fighting for a lose-lose situation, it is better to plunder the heritage of the Wu Clan.

"What should I do?"

Looking at the situation in front of him, Situ Xing is probably not the opponent of King Chengjun.

The eagle-headed priest got up from the ground with some difficulty, glanced at the situation in the field, and said with a worried face.

"yes!"

"The power of the Hundred Battles Sword Technique is too strong, even if it is a sect leader of the past dynasties, it is difficult to swing ten swords!"

The other sacrifices were also full of worries.

Among the past generations of Wu Clan sect masters, there are very few people who can cut out ten swords!

It's not because the tenth knife is too difficult, but the power of the backlash is too great...

Situ Xing is now in a dilemma, if he doesn't cut out the tenth knife, when King Chengjun recovers, he will definitely fall on the spot.

If the tenth knife is forcibly cut, the tendons and veins will be cracked and crippled on the spot, or the whole person will burst directly and die in the explosion.

Such a consequence is also something he cannot bear.

"Situ Xing, aren't you very strong?"

"Aren't you suppressing the present generation?"

"Aren't you a new Confucian sage?"

"So what?"

"Didn't you end up like a lost dog without a spine?"

Looking at Situ Xing's bitter face, King Chengjun felt an indescribable sense of pleasure in his heart, because of this feeling, even the pain of the broken wounds on his body became a lot easier.

"Haha!"

The samurai around him also let out a shocking laugh and echoed.

"Soft eggs!"

"When you die, I will definitely break through Zhibei County!"

"I heard that you also have a beautiful, bright and moving fiancée, and if you can't get it, the prince will have one more concubine!"

"Who said no, what kind of identity does the prince have, how can he marry a woman of unknown origin, the concubine has already given him a lot of face!"

"Damn it!"

Being ridiculed by King Chengjun and his subordinates, Situ Xing's eyes suddenly turned red.

When he heard their unscrupulous insult to Lu Pheasant, thinking of the various humiliations that Zhibei County might face when Zhibei County was breached, Situ Xing couldn't wait to bite off the root of his teeth.

The hatred in my heart went straight to the top of my head and reached the extreme.

Boom!

This hatred seems to have broken through some kind of limit.

In the end, it turned into some kind of indescribable power.

The already scarlet eyes have become even more insane.

"Since, you are looking forward to it so much!"

"Then I will kill you ... ”

Situ was sentenced because

"Tenth Knife!"

"Hate!"

"Hate the injustice of heaven and earth!"

"Hate the sun and the moon mercilessly!"

"Hate to be red-faced and easy to grow old!"

"Hate!"

"Hate!"

"Hate!"

Countless hatreds condensed, and Situ Xing's palm, which had no way to move half a point, was suddenly raised.

"Ten cuts at you!"

The palm of his hand fell again, and the sword qi in the air instantly condensed.

In everyone's heart, boundless hatred rose.

Situ Xing seems to be controlled by hatred, and has become a monster who only knows hate.

"It's!"

King Chengjun looked at Situ Xing, who suddenly drew his knife, and his eyes couldn't help but widen.

Subconsciously wanted to retreat and escape, but Situ Xing's knife seemed to penetrate the heavens and the earth.

His knife seemed to come from hell.

No matter how much he dodged, it didn't work.

"Not good!"

"The county king is in danger!"

The old man, who had been standing behind King Chengjun, had drooping eyes, as if he was pretending to sleep, and his eyes suddenly opened.

Ignoring the sword intent in the sky, it was like an old cat rushing out.

His hands and whole body turned golden, as if they were cast in gold. On the surface of his body, a transparent cover resembling an eggshell appeared.

"Mixed Yuan One Qigong!"

Rumble!

Situ Xing's long knife collided with the old man's palm. There was an earth-shattering bang.

The old man was like a kite with a broken string, and he was thrown out in an instant. The air shield on the surface of his body seemed to shatter the shell of an egg.

Countless cracks spread all over it, and finally turned into a little golden light and disappeared completely.

"Poof!"

What a strong knife intent!

The old man's face was full of blood and blood, which he couldn't bear it, and he spat out blood.

King Chengjun's state was not strong there, and the muscles of his whole body were stripped of all the sword qi, revealing the white bones of Sensen.

The strong will is because of the serious injury.,Directly fell into a deep sleep.。。。

It's dangerous!

Everyone looked at the state of King Chengjun and said secretly in their hearts.

If it weren't for the old man helping him resist, I'm afraid King Chengjun would have fallen directly on the spot.

"Lord Wang!"

Seeing that King Chengjun had been hit hard, the accompanying samurai's face couldn't help but change greatly, and hurriedly stepped forward to protect him.

Looking at the swift samurai, the eyes of the lifeless Taoist couldn't help but show a trace of regret.

It's a pity!