Chapter 705: Judging Good and Evil, Judging Life and Death! (4)

Wisps of blood smoke floated up from the body of the Judgment Sword Soul, and a longing light gradually flashed in its dead eyes. However, it tried its best to suppress this feeling and did not want to release it.

"I've endured it for tens of thousands of years, and I can't give up because of this temptation. It muttered to itself.

Ye Qingcheng's attack momentum gradually eased, but he was surprised to find that Yan Shen didn't seem to have a good way to deal with him. As long as he was cautious about the domain's restraints, Ember would not find a chance to kill him. So, he secretly devised a tactic: delay. The movement of dragging here was enough to disturb the strong people outside the valley and attract them to it.

Ember didn't want to delay, and the longer it dragged on, the more panicked he became. Furthermore, he found that Bai Wuchang was suppressed by Liu Beishui and could no longer slaughter the remaining sword spirits.

So, he raised his hand sharply and shouted to Bai Impermanence: "Come back!"

In an instant, Bai Impermanence turned into a wisp of white smoke and fused into the Sword of Judgment. At the same time, the Sword of Judgment turned into a swift shadow and shot swiftly towards the embers.

"Wind Prisoner!"

Seeing this, Liu Beishui immediately used spiritual magic in an attempt to prevent Yan Ember from taking the sword. The guest who gets the sword is like a heavy cavalry wearing war armor and riding a war horse, and the lethality will be multiplied several times in an instant.

A thick layer of silver spirit shield balls immediately condensed in the air, directly imprisoning the Judgment Sword in it. However, Ember seemed to have expected this, and he sped over, plunging his palm into the Wind Spirit Orb.

At this time, Ye Qingcheng seized the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to kill.

"Forever Wounded Palm!!"

"Whoosh!" A palm print as fast as blood thunder, carrying the power of destruction, rushed straight towards the three-foot-tall body of the rock ember!

He couldn't escape this move, because his arm had already been inserted into the Spirit Wind Ball, and the Wind Spirit Ball, like a sticky confinement technique, directly stuck him. At a critical time, it was Liu Beishui who created the best opportunity for him.

"Tom !!!!!!!"

The Eternal Wound Palm Print directly penetrated a mountain, slammed straight into the wasteland, and then exploded into a blood-colored palm print the size of a mountain tens of thousands of feet away in the bleak night.

After a long time, the power of the Thousand Transformation Palm's eruption dissipated, and the earth and mountains still shook.

Ye Qingcheng hung in the air panting, this was the second Thousand Transformation Palm he had used tonight, due to the rapid consumption of his strength, his steps staggered in the air, and his strength began to decrease sharply. However, to his horror, although blood was dripping in the distance, it was not a corpse, and it did not even inflict serious damage on the enemy.

I saw a short, stout figure less than four feet tall hanging beside a thick wind spirit ball. Ember's left arm was still stuck in the Wind Spirit Orb, and his right arm had been shattered by the bombardment, leaving only a bloody wound. At the most critical moment, he actually contracted his three-zhang tall body and made it smaller, dodging the attack of Qianhua Palm, and only lost one arm.

The loss of an arm is not a big deal for a hero. The slowest is only three or two days to grow back.

Yan Shen turned his head to look at his broken arm, then slowly pulled out the judgment sword, and said angrily: "If you break one of Lao Tzu's arms, Lao Tzu will cut off the heads of your two little beasts!"

As he spoke, a violent aura suddenly released from his body, like a hurricane, violently swept out.

Liu Beishui stared at Ye Qingcheng in the distance in horror, he could see that Ye Qingcheng's loss of strength due to the Qianhua Palm was far from recovering.

"Bang !!"

The short, stubby figure of the rock ember, like a cannonball of a spirit cannon, immediately flew towards Ye Qingcheng, shattering the air into a shattered wind shaft.

"Big brother be careful!" Liu Beishui hurriedly threw the Cold Star Spear over.

"Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom......"

In an instant, several murderous sword shadows flashed around Ye Qingcheng, and he tried his best to dodge the attack of the Judgment Sword. He was struck by a sword before the trial, and the wounds on his back have not healed yet. However, the battle between a swordsman with a sword and a swordsman without a sword is not the same. But in the blink of an eye, he was forced into a trap.

"Huh!" Just as he retreated in a hurry, the judgment sword spun in Yan Shen's hand and slashed angrily at Ye Qingcheng's chest.

At the last moment, Ye Qingcheng suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the Cold Star Spear.

"Qiang !!"

A string of sparks and strong currents flew out, and a deep mark was immediately cut out on the tenacious cold star spear. Ye Qingcheng grabbed the hilt of the gun with both hands, and stubbornly resisted the attack of the Judgment Sword.

"Cornered?" asked Ember in a cold voice after a brief standoff.

Ye Qingcheng violently raised the Cold Star Spear to repel the rock embers, then held the handle of the gun with both guns, used the gun as a stick, and slashed it fiercely.

"Big brother, don't use it like this!" Liu Beishui immediately reminded: "The gun will break!"

"Qiang !!"

Another roar sounded, Ye Qingcheng was directly shocked and flew out, and the rock embers were also shocked and slipped back three steps. Then, he immediately threw away the Cold Star Spear, it was the first time he had used it, but it felt too bad, like pressing a pig's head on a horse, and he didn't know how to use it.

Then, he raised his hand to absorb the Xuanxue Broken Sword that was inserted on the ground. The Broken Sword of Xuan Blood immediately flew upward.

What people never expected was that the scene that happened before was still vivid, and then it happened again.

As soon as the Xuanxue Sword was sucked into Ye Qingcheng's hand, a shadow shrouded Ye Qingcheng again.

Under the moonlight, the ember jumped in the air, only half a zhang away from Ye Qingcheng, and had already raised the Xuanxue Sword and slashed down ferociously.

Ye Qingcheng's heart was cold, under the shock of this terrifying power of the combination of man and sword, his mind was suddenly stagnant by shock, and in such a short period of time, he could not resist. As a result, at this extremely dangerous time, a burly figure suddenly condensed in front of him.

"Poof!!"

A sword slashed down, and billowing turbid yellow smoke gushed out.

The Judgment Sword Soul appeared in front of him at the most critical moment and blocked the sword for him. In the clear moonlight, the wound on its back cut through its entire body, a large amount of turbid smoke gushed out behind it, and its serious, even a little fierce face, appeared a desolation that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

"Is it worth it for a stupid thought?" the figure of the judgment sword soul was rapidly dissipating.

"What I firmly believe in is not stupid!" Ye Qingcheng said stubbornly, "Why do you want to save me?"

"You're thinking too much, I'm just looking for death. ”

As he spoke, the figure of the judgment sword soul, which was getting fainter and fainter, was completely distorted, turning into a wisp of smoke like a turbid mist, and dissipated faintly in the moonlight.

Ye Qingcheng suddenly had a feeling of collapse, extremely aggrieved in his heart, and wanted to cry like a child. What he believed in was shattered. It's such a simple thing, so understandable, why can't they be allowed to recognize it?

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Chapter 737: Judging Good and Evil, Judging Life and Death (4).

(Nine-headed Bird Academy)