Chapter Seventy-Three: The Fall of the Bear

A hundred zhang sword qi, suspended above the bear's head, the light is bright, extremely sharp, as if this knife can easily smash a piece of heaven and earth, and kill all enemies.

"With my life, kill!"

This knife consumed the life of Xiongju.

This knife was a hundred, a thousand times more powerful than any sword technique he had used before.

This knife blended into his perception, the essence of blood, the soul, all ......

The two sides of the fierce battle in Chaocheng had to stop fighting, and all the weapons, not listening to the master's call, worshiped the sword qi above the nine heavens, and the blades were facing down.

In this scene, ten thousand soldiers knelt to the master.

Everyone was shocked and shocked, and many warriors who used the sword as a weapon were even more obsessed, and on this sword qi, they sensed the transformation of life.

The will of the sworder.

This is a swordsman with an attitude towards the way of the sword.

"Up!"

The witch god's eyes narrowed slightly, the scepter waved, and the green aura around his body was like a waterfall, implicating the mountain peaks.

Under the gaze of everyone, half of the mountain that fell to the ground suddenly became bright, and a green dragon circled under the mountain, holding up the mountain stiffly, and flew towards Xiongju with a huge force.

It's fast, and it's fast.

"What kind of means is this?"

Tu Gu took a deep breath.

Whether it was the attack of the bear house or the attack of the witch god, it gave him a sense of shock, and he felt so small for the first time.

This also shows that the gap between the liehou and the holy realm is like a fish in a pond and a bird, there is an irreparable gap.

It's called a magic trick!

Among the many cultivation systems, there are very few people who cultivate spells, because in the early stage of fighting, they are too weak, and only when they break through the realm of liehou can they show their perverted power.

They knew that the witch god cultivated the spell, but they didn't expect it to be so powerful, showing the power of moving mountains, and if they were replaced by the rest of the martial artists, I am afraid that the king and the strong will not be able to do it.

"Ancestor, can you defeat the Witch God?"

Tu Gu was secretly worried, his eyes focused on the battlefield.

"Door master, you must win!"

The Guardian Elder of the Wumen Sect also looked at the battlefield in the distance and prayed secretly.

They all know that the victory or defeat of this battle depends on these two people who are against the sky by force.

In the face of the Liehou warriors, the division of Shen Xi is not an opponent, the Praetorian Guard is not an opponent, and the disciples of the Eight Thousand Protector Sect are not opponents......

Whoever wins, the winner is the winner.

"Slash!"

Xiongju roared, the sword light shone, and his footsteps moved, with a hundred zhang sword qi, and fell with a bang.

The sword light crosses the sky.

Rumble!

The sword light collided with the mountain peak, and an incomparably terrifying force was transmitted, and Xiongju's body flew sideways, and blood spilled down.

"How so?"

Xiongju's face was pale, and bright red blood was sprinkled all the way, the gray head flowers fell, and his wrinkled face was bubbling with a dead air.

He didn't smash the mountain with this knife.

"The power of magic is not ......"

The witch god laughed, looked at the dusty mountain, and showed a hideous smile, but before he finished speaking, he saw a sword qi flying out of the dust.

This sword qi, only the size of a palm, was mixed with the flying rubble, and it was difficult to spot.

"Sneer......"

The witch god hurriedly cast his body to dodge, but the speed of the sword was too fast, and despite his best efforts, he was still hit.

A bloody streak appeared on his thin chest.

A small knife qi slashed through the edge of the heart, cutting off several ribs.

Blood sprayed out like a waterfall.

"If you dare to hurt me, die!"

The witch god was covered in hair, and he was so frightened that he almost died here.

Infinite rage burns in the chest.

The mountain peaks crossed the sky, and the dark green light burst out, as if the end had come, crushing towards the bear house.

"Absolute Sword!"

Xiong Ju was unwilling, he roared again, the war knife in his hand was cut out, and the muscles on his body fell off, like an old tree shedding its skin, revealing the skeleton of bones, but there was no blood flowing.

The blood in his body has long been burned.

The bright sword light appeared, and the terrifying edge shone in the sky!

Rumble!

But the mountain peak hit, and it was extremely arrogant, and it violently smashed the knife light and fell on Xiongju.

The body, which was shaped like dry bones, directly turned into broken bones, and pieces fell from the void one by one, and the bones were gone.

Kumaju has fallen!

He has sheltered the Chu State for 300 years, fought a battle, and rarely lost, but time is ruthless, and his glory and strength will eventually die after all.

It is not so much that he lost to the witch god as that he lost to time.

............

Tu Gu's face was slightly pale.

The faces of the 100,000 Praetorian Guards turned pale in an instant.

In Danyang City farther away, King Chu's face also turned pale, and he sensed the breath of Xiongju and completely dissipated.

The royal family of Chu State, there is no more strong princes.

"Someone, go and find out the news of the witch god and find out if it has fallen!" King Chu hurriedly shouted, extremely anxious.

The void rippled, and several figures left the palace and headed for Wujun at great speed.

"Finally dead......"

The witch god covered his chest, the severe pain made him frown slightly, this injury is a bit serious, if it is not treated in time, I am afraid that it will leave sequelae.

"This seat must concentrate on retreat, during this time, the Wumen will stick to the Wujun, and there must be no mistakes......"

His loud voice echoed in the sky above Wujun, obviously far away, but it was like a whisper in his ears.

When people looked up again, they found that the figure of the celestial dome had dissipated, and only a mountain peak remained, falling from the sky, like a meteorite falling, causing the ground to tremble.

"Retreat!"

Tu Gu had no intention of fighting again, raised his blood-stained spear, and ordered in a deep voice, the 3,000 Shenxi division retreated, and the 100,000 Praetorian Guards lined up and withdrew from the battlefield.

The fall of Xiongju made the Chu army demoralized.

Poor Kou Mo Chase!

The disciples of the Wumen did not pursue, obeyed the orders of the Wushen, and guarded the Wujun.

............

Yu Castle.

"What?"

After finishing his cultivation for the rest of his life, when he walked out of the secret room, he heard Guo Jia's report on the fall of Xiongju and the news of the witch god's retreat to heal his wounds, and he couldn't help but exclaim, and then his face showed ecstasy.

"Lord, it's time for this drama to end!"

Guo Jia said with a smile, treating the entire Chu State as a stage, which shows his arrogance.

However, he has the qualifications to be arrogant.

It can be said that in the current situation of the Chu State, he has been playing the role of the driving force behind the scenes, guiding the forces of all parties step by step towards the expected track.

"Pass on my order, the Demon Sect was born, attack the Xiao army, and control Wujun!" Yu Sheng stared at him and said loudly.

"No!"

Guo Jia saluted and said with a smile.

"However, the witch god is still alive, and it is always a hidden danger. ”

Yu Sheng's brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes revealed the murderous intention, according to the plan, it should be the witch god and Xiong Ju who died together, but unexpectedly, the witch god escaped a catastrophe.

Judging from the battle situation, the witch god can defeat Xiongju, at least he has the strength of the late stage of the liehou, and he is also a magic monk, with mysterious powers, which is difficult to deal with.

The Fire Ghost King had just broken through the liehous, and even if he had an immortal body, he was not necessarily an opponent.

"Lord, if the witch god is intact, it will be terrible, but now ......"

Guo Jia took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "Beat the water dog, the lord only needs to send the Fire Ghost King to sneak into Wushan, and he should be able to successfully assassinate ......"