The Star Emissary would never have dreamed that the battle would be over before it even began.

Mother Teresa was an honest man, and she had actually heard the sound of the star vomiting blood, but she remembered that the star had told her not to look back, so she stayed where she was.

"Star, are you okay......" she was nervous to be honest.

As one of the Foundation's emissaries, she had mixed feelings about seeing an emissary get seriously injured before she could officially join the battlefield.

Is this Zhuo Wei a monster?

"If you need my help, just ask, I'll have some means of healing." Teresa said.

In fact, she was not a combat nurse in the first place, but an auxiliary nurse, and she was known as the "Mother of Stars" in the nurse world.

"No need...... You can't help me......" Xingxing said weakly, he had already taken the tonic he had brought with him.

But at most, this medicine can help him recover from his internal injuries.

His visual impairment is probably irreversible.

The right eye is directly blind, and the remaining left eye is about 2000° myopia, which is almost no different from being blind.

Now the messenger of the star position opened his eyes, and there was only a chilling light left in the left eyeball.

He spent hundreds of years tempering these eyes that peeped into the heavens, but he didn't expect to suffer a devastating blow in an instant.

Even he had expected that Zhuo Yi was a little weird, so he didn't dare to look at it more.

It just flashed back and glanced at it.

As a result, it has come to such a point.

"Judgment and fate remain...... Theresa sighed.

He felt that the Fool's Messenger was also a master, but he didn't know why the Judgment Messenger suddenly excluded him.

However, Teresa knew very well that the best way for her to survive in the Foundation was not to ask.

Just go with the flow.

The purpose of her joining the Foundation was just to pay her a high salary.

In order to reward Mingzhe to protect his life, it is the wisest choice.

So when she saw that the battle vehicle in front of her was seriously injured, she didn't mean to rescue at all.

Zhuo Yi is too terrible, and if you go up at this time, you will be sent to death.

The current Foundation is basically a one-man judge.

Risking her own life to save a chariot, Theresa didn't feel the need to take the risk.

She even thinks Zhuo Yi is playing well!

This scumbag who treats women as toys deserves a lesson, doesn't he?

……

At this moment, the chariot was buried naked in the earth.

He's gone.

The spiritual root was cut off by Zhuo Yi, and all realms were lost.

Coupled with his seriously injured body, even an ordinary person can make up for him now.

And now, the tank is clearly going crazy.

The double blow of body and spirit made him unable to accept all this in front of him.

"I'm a fairy ...... I'm really a fairy ......" he kept muttering these words in his mouth, and his eyes were already distracted.

After this is over, the tank will probably spend the rest of his life in a mental hospital.

Dealing with such a person, Zhuo Yi felt that this was the best punishment.

At the same time, Zhuo Yi's heart once again amazed at the terrifying power of Jingke.

can cut off the spiritual root without harming his life, except for this master of the sword spirit, I am afraid that no sword spirit in this world can do it......

If an ordinary cultivator is cut off from his spiritual root, he will definitely die.

At this time, Zhuo Yi heard a few sparse applause outside the school gate.

He looked up and saw a man in a black cloak approaching him in the direction of his gaze.

The man clapped his hands and walked into the Sixty Middle School.

He took off his big hood, and Zhuo Yi saw the black mask under the hood, on which was written the word "life" in red letters.

Judging by the hair color, this seems to be an Asian American.

The Book of Immortals sent almost all the information of the Foundation envoys to Zhuo Yi.

Including the "vanity" of the judgment seat.

But only the messenger of this fateful position, the Book of Immortal Sages, is still under investigation.

At this moment, the messenger of the fate position appeared.

Zhuo Yi is also speculating about his identity.

Judging by the hair color, the man appears to be of Asian descent.

"Are you, from Hua Xiuguo?"

"General Zhuo is really smart."

Under the face of the word fate, the messenger of fate made a sound, which was obviously overspoken.

The messenger of fate seems to be hiding his identity.

"I didn't expect that the envoys of the Foundation were not all foreigners." Zhuo Yi said.

He was ready for battle.

Zhuo Yi: "Are you here for the chariot and revenge, then let's start." ”

"First of all, I'm not here for the chariot. I'm fighting for myself. ”

The Messenger of Fate said, "I had expected this situation before the chariot came. It's just a little more tragic than I thought. ”

Listening to Fate's speech, Zhuo Yi always felt that the tone of this person's speech was somewhat familiar, as if he was familiar, but he couldn't tell who the other party was.

"You say you're fighting for yourself?"

Zhuo Yi didn't rush to make a move, he wanted to extract more information from fate's mouth.

"I have taken a fancy to this wooden sword of yours, and if you can give it to me, not only can I avoid a battle, but I will also save your own life." He wore a face mask and said these words calmly, but it was different from the infinite conceit of the chariot and Snake, but as if he really had the chance to win.

"Snake, the chariot, they all died in my hands, are you confident that you can win against me." Zhuo looked at him,

This messenger of destiny is the same as the chariot, his breath is pure, and he has not been invaded by ethereal spirits.

However, with the experience of fighting chariots, Zhuo Yi is also wary of those magic weapons that fate may sacrifice.

The people at the Foundation are a bunch of crazy people.

God knows if fate has injected the void spirit into his magic weapon.

"Don't worry, I'm not the same as someone like Chariot. I'm really good. "The messenger of the fate position stepped forward at this moment.

Then he offered his weapon, which was an emerald green bamboo, and the head of the bamboo was sharpened like a sharp blade.

Under the shimmer of light, the whole body exudes a brilliance like amber glass.

Zhuo Yi instantly raised his vigilance.

The road to simplicity.

The simpler it seems, the more powerful it may be.

Isn't the peachwood sword in his hand such an existence?

"Do you know the Sword of Destiny, Zhuo General?" At this time, the messenger of fate raised his head and looked at Zhuo Yi: "I have a feeling that the sword of destiny in my hand may come from the same place as the peachwood sword in your hand. ”

As soon as the words fell, his whole body disappeared out of thin air.

In a flash, he appeared behind Zhuo Yi in an instant!

"The response is slow, but you were stabbed by me, this is also fate."

As soon as the words fell, this bamboo sword immediately pierced the sword qi wrapped outside Zhuo Yi's body and stabbed towards his kidney!

A sensation of foreign invasion came from behind, and blood dripped down the pierced bamboo tip.

"It can actually pierce Lord Jingke's sword qi......"

Zhuo Yi was secretly shocked in his heart, he gritted his teeth and pulled his body out.

"No, it's not a puncture, it's ignorance."

At this time, the voice of Shocking Ke sounded from Zhuo Yi's body.

"Ignoring the sword qi? What the hell is this......"

Hearing Jingke's words, Zhuo Yi was even more surprised.

Jing Ke's voice was calm: "It's okay, I am combined with the white sheath and can be beaten." ”

Is it finally going to fit?

Zhuo Yi nodded.

He endured the pain of the puncture of his kidneys and plunged the mahogany sword into its scabbard.