As the voice of the Ziwei Emperor resounded in the void, the thunder behind him seemed to come to life, constantly flickering and spreading!

Soon, a dragon formed by thunder roared and emerged.

Emperor Ziwei took a step forward lightly and stepped on this dragon head, becoming more and more majestic.

Immediately afterwards, soldiers formed by thunder and lightning stood behind Emperor Ziwei in a line, holding spears, and their killing intent was boiling.

"It's hard..."

"It's very troublesome to be an immortal emperor in Heavenly Court..."

Liu Wushu sighed, clenched the umbrella in his hand, twisted the handle slightly, and slowly pulled out a rusty iron sword in it.

"In any case, this place is still my mortal realm, even if the Immortal Emperor comes..."

"You have to get down for me, too!"

At this moment, Liu Wushu no longer used his unnutritious despicable sword qi, but instead held the rusty iron sword and took the initiative to rush into the air!

Sharp!

"Every grass and tree can be a sword!"

"The mountains and rivers of this mortal world..."

"Lend me my sword energy!"

Liu Wushu let out a long roar from his mouth!

Without the dazzling momentum of Ziwei Emperor, everything looks very bland!

But below, wisps of sharp energy quietly emerged from the weeds and trees.

Maybe a single wisp of it wouldn't even be able to hurt ordinary mortals, but these sharp qi continued to condense in the void, and finally poured into the rusty sword in Liu Wuving's hand.

"Let me see, who is better in the thunder power of my mortal mountains and rivers and your immortal realm!"

"Hahahaha!"

Liu Wuxian smiled heroically, and in every gesture, there was a rippling sword aura!

"Vainly trying to fight immortals with mortals is extremely ignorant."

Emperor Ziwei's expression was indifferent, and he looked at Liu Wushu and said lightly.

As the sound fell, the dragon beneath its feet suddenly let out a roar, turned into lightning, and rushed towards Liu Invincible.

The spear in the hands of Emperor Ziwei gathered thousands of thunders.

The sword was in the void, and the tip of the spear touched.

The fierce power of the immortals centered on the two of them, and they rippled in all directions.

The sun's brilliance is completely obscured at this moment.

Even in the city hundreds of miles away, those blessed ones had no reason to fear, as if they were in the midst of the waves.

Some of the nearby anomalies are even more light-restricted, reducing their sense of presence as much as possible.

This horrific situation lasted for half an hour.

Including mortals, they can see that in the distant sky, thunder continues!

There is often a sword aura!

They hid in the room in fear, closed the door tightly, looked at the idol they had bought with the only money they had left, and kept kowtowing to pray for their blessings, hoping that they would survive this catastrophe safely.

Maybe it's the apparition of the gods.

The turmoil in the outside world finally calmed down, the clouds cleared, and the thunder disappeared.

The sky is blue again.

The sun shines on the earth, giving people a sense of tranquility.

Liu Wushu stood proudly in the void, holding a long sword in his right hand and his left hand behind his back, giving people a sense of freedom and ease.

It was just that the blood continued to flow down his arm, and finally dripped from the tip of the sword.

The chest was completely scorched and pitch black.

His face was even more pale.

But the corners of his mouth were slightly outlined with a smile, and he looked at the figure opposite: "I won." ”

"Today..."

"It's you who wins, but it doesn't mean... The mortal realm can win the immortals..."

"Bendi..."

Emperor Ziwei looked even more embarrassed than Liu Wuving.

His body was full of sword marks, and his flesh and blood were blurred.

Those immortal soldiers composed of thunder, dragons, have all been cut down.

The internal organs in his body were even more ravaged by the sword qi.

But as soon as he opened his mouth to say two words, he coughed lightly twice, and blood spilled down the corners of his mouth.

"I understand!"

"It's because you haven't fully recovered and have been taken advantage of by me, otherwise I must be the one who loses today, right?"

"You're right, that's it, the fairy world is invincible, and the fairy world is the best."

Liu Wushu gave a thumbs up to Emperor Ziwei with some trembling, slowly fell to the ground, picked up the black umbrella on the side, and inserted the blood-stained rusty sword back into the umbrella handle, using it as a crutch to support his body.

"Take care of your injuries, and when you're healed, I'll be back soon."

Liu Wushu said lightly.

Emperor Ziwei looked at Liu Wushu indifferently, but he didn't speak, just looked at his back, walked farther and farther, and finally disappeared from his field of vision.

"Poof..."

Emperor Ziwei spurted out a mouthful of blood from his mouth, which was even more mixed with fragments of internal organs, crumbling.

He could no longer maintain his Immortal Emperor's spirit bones, and fell from mid-air to the top of the mountain, unable to even act.

Wisps of immortal power continued to gather from the void, and soon turned into a thick mist, enveloping the mountain and repairing his injuries.

And in the distance...

Liu Wuyi, who was moving forward in the wasteland, also spurted blood from his mouth and sat on the ground without any image at all.

"Fuck, kind of underestimated this guy."

"It hurts."

Liu Wushu bared his teeth and grinned, and kept scolding in his mouth.

But compared to Emperor Ziwei, his injuries were still slightly lighter after all.

With the restoration of the power of the fairy, in about half a day, he was already able to stand up again, holding an umbrella, walking into the distance step by step, and during this period, he continued to work hard to heal his injuries.

……

"Please, let me stab you twice."

Inside the Huangquan Medical Center.

Su Yang looked very irritable, constantly walking around the yard, and finally his bloodshot eyes were fixed on Zhao Gongdao.

"Everyone is a fish in a net, why don't you poke yourself?"

"If you can't do it, I can do it for you."

Zhao Gongdao's ears were calloused when he heard this, and his emotions would not have any waves, and he said quietly.

Su Yang scratched his head: "Poke yourself, doesn't it hurt." ”

"What?"

"It doesn't hurt to stab me?"

Zhao Gongdao laughed angrily at Su Yang's words.

Su Yang sat back on the rocking chair, put his hand on the little monk's bald head, and coiled familiarly: "Poke you, I really don't hurt." ”

"Get out!"

Zhao Gongdao rolled his eyes, and instantly lost the mood to chat with Su Yang.

Su Yang raised his head and looked at the blue sky: "Could it be that the person behind the net really accidentally hung up?" ”

As he spoke, Su Yang raised his hand slightly.

In the next second, the broken sword shuttled out of the sea of knowledge and landed in Su Yang's hand.

"The coffin is ready, in the cemetery west of the city."

"If I die, be sure to put it in my coffin and buy it again."

"The coffin is quite expensive, it is said to be moisture-proof, embalming, and breathable, and there are incense sachets added to it, so it is very comfortable to live in."

Su Yang instructed seriously.

Zhao Gongdao was stunned for a moment, and looked at the long sword in Su Yang's hand: "What are you going to do?" ”