Hmmm-

A sword roar pierced the sky.

Wen Qingwu stepped out with the frost sword in his hand, and his momentum was monstrous.

Today's events, whether it is Long Ling'er transforming into a blade or the black-clothed powerhouse, naturally cannot live.

When a person dies, the knife shatters, and it can be over.

Also, that spiritual root!

On the ancient tree, Gu Yutian slowly stood up, his left arm was broken, his right hand was clenched with the knife in his hand, and his red eyes were full of earth-shattering killing intent.

If it weren't for the other party, how could my mother do this?

Below, seeing this, Ling Tian flew up with the strength under his feet, stood beside Lonely Defeated Tian, and said in a condensed voice to Wen Qingwu:

"Patriarch Wen, for my sake, I hope you can spare my lonely brother's life."

"I, the elven clan of Jiayuan City, am willing to obey your command!"

Ling Tian pleaded bitterly, and every word was sincere.

During this period of getting along, he admired the lonely defeated sky quite a lot, and was willing to make friends with this brother.

And the lonely defeated day is indeed kind to him.

He had to return this love.

Right now, how can he fight with the other party when he loses an arm?

Wen Qingwu heard this, and the corners of his mouth smiled coldly.

"Ling Tian, you have a lineage in Jiayuan City, if I really want to use it, why do I need you to say it?"

As soon as the words fell, Ling Tian was speechless.

In fact, it is true, if Wen Qingwu makes a move, the line he leads is indeed invincible.

"However, since you have said so, today, I will give you this face."

After all, Ling Tian was the head of a clan, and such a small person would be able to use it sooner or later in the future.

Even if it is reduced to cannon fodder, it is not bad.

"Let him kneel down and kowtow to make amends, hand over the war knife and the spiritual root in his hand, and then abolish the dantian, I can let him live."

The arrogant voice was not at all undoubted, causing Ling Tian's face to change suddenly.

I am afraid that these conditions are even more serious than the fate of a lonely and defeated heaven.

Ling Tian's lips opened slightly, and he was about to say something, but was stopped by Gu Yutian.

"Brother Ling, you leave."

A few words fell coldly, and the strength burst out.

Wen Qingwu couldn't help but pick his eyelids.

"It seems that you don't know how important this opportunity is to you."

Ants are still stealing life, it is better to die than to live, what else can be more important than living?

"Don't think that the knife will protect you."

"In front of the Frost Sword, I will kill you like a dog."

The words fell, flashed up, and the three-foot Qingfeng cut through the sky, and the sword intent was unparalleled.

There are no waves in the lonely sky, and the ground is on the ground.

The empty left arm looks quite miserable.

Rumble!

The two of them attacked, extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, two afterimages collided on the void.

With a thunderous explosion, everyone changed color in unison.

The black-clothed figure stood proudly in the air, holding the knife in his right hand without moving.

On the other hand, the patriarch was shocked back more than ten meters away.

"What?!"

Wen Qingwu stopped the retreating figure and exclaimed.

The frost sword in his hand, but it was a real ancient artifact, and with a full blow, it was blocked like this?

Without allowing her to think about it too much, Lonely Heaven leaned over again.

The knife is majestic and domineering.

Under the blow, the frost sword in Wen Qingwu's hand trembled, and there was a sound of sword roar.

The retreating figure, the palms of the hands were numb, and the tiger's mouth exploded.

Rumble!

Rumble!!

The lonely defeated sky held the sword of the gods, like a mad demon, and the knife wanted to take the other party's life.

This is the meaning of the sword.

The enemy will not die, and the knife will not stop!

With a loud bang, the churning void was twisted to the extreme.

No one could see it, and the frost sword trembled even more violently, and the sound of the sword roared as if it was on the verge of cracking.

Under the sword, Wen Qingwu retreated one after another, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding.

In anger, he roared: "I was inferior to you in life, and when I die, I will turn into a knife, will I be above me!" ”

On the face, there is no beauty unique to the elves, but instead it is hideous.

For this frost sword, no one knows that she is the elven patriarch of Tianshui City, and she is willing to be a slave in the God King Palace.

Not only that, but he also sacrificed his body and wantonly pandered to please each other.

And at the beginning, she Long Ling'er was openly married by the God King Palace, and the person she married was a god master!

Such a difference made her angry.

With a fluctuation of strength, she performed the technique to turn the situation around.

Today, even if it takes a hundred years of cultivation, you have to kill this person.

Only the afterimage appeared, and then the shadow of the knife fell.

Wen Qingwu gritted his teeth to meet the attack, and with the help of his retreating body, he quickly used the strength in his body.

It's just that the next moment, the figure in black has arrived in front of him, and the speed is as fast as a ghost.

Wen Qingwu's face changed suddenly, and the other party's speed was simply different from before.

Airplanes!!

There was a muffled sound, and it was shocking.

The invisible aftermath spread like ripples in mid-air.

"This ......!"

Feeling this breath, Wen Qingwu let out a frightened voice, and the exercises that were running were all for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, there was another muffled thunderous sound, which rushed straight into the sky, and under the aftermath, it scattered thousands of miles of clouds.

This magnificent aura made Wen Qingwu's eyes round and bloodshot up.

The other party's cultivation actually broke through!

This breath is not the emperor, but the realm of holy ruins!

Absorbing the soul of the ancient tree, the lonely defeated heaven was already on the verge of breaking through the shackles.

The battle of life and death at this time allowed him to break through the bottleneck and break through the shackles!

Wen Qingwu's face was like ashes, and he was desperate.

He is just a first glimpse of the gate of the holy ruins, and the momentum of the other party, suppressing everything, is irresistible.

"Up! Let's go together! Kill him! ”

Wen Qingwu's face was hideous, and he roared.

At this moment, I can no longer care about the identity of the patriarch.

The winner is the king and the loser is Kou, as long as he can kill the other party, he will get nothing by bullying more and less.

If the other party doesn't die now, today, it is she who dies!

When the people below heard this, they immediately burst out with their own strength.

The patriarch ordered, and they had to obey.

There is no shortage of strong people in the elves.

One by one, the strength burst out, holding the blade forward, showing the strongest combat power.

They are well aware of each other's horrors, and they must go all out.

In mid-air, figures flew all over the sky.

The ferocious and murderous aura made this world change color.

Gu Yutian clenched the knife in his hand, and his face was not wavering, but his eyes were full of bloodshots.

Facing the crowd rushing over, he stepped out and swept with a knife.

With a knife fall, the head flies.

With another stab, the stump flew sideways......

The sky above the forest, blood was sprinkled like rain, and it turned into a Shura hell.

Everyone, terrified.

The person in front of him is simply a killing god!

In the flash, the afterimage appeared, and it had arrived in front of the Wen Qingwu.

The red eyes were already soaked in the blood of hundreds of people.

One step out, and the blood falls.

The war knife in his hand emitted a faint blue light, like a raging flame.

"I am a man in the palace of the King of God, if you kill me......"

The matter has come to this, Wen Qingwu can only beg for mercy.

Moving out of the God-King Palace, the other party will never dare to make a mistake.

However, before the words fell, the sword flashed.

Click!

With a crisp sound, the blocked sword body made a cracking sound, and then spread and shattered.

Burst!

A mouthful of blood suddenly gushed out, and his pale face was no longer arrogant.

"Don't kill her!"

Not far away, Ling Lu flew down.

Wen Qingwu just said that she was from the Divine King Palace, and she heard it clearly.

As an elven clansman, she knew that there were many people in the clan who wanted to contaminate the God King Palace all their lives.

Relying on the unique appearance of the elves, not only can you get great benefits, but also you can get a "gold medal for avoiding death".

How can he resist the wrath of the God-King Palace?

This will lead to death.

However, it is useless.

The faint blue knife light, the wind is cold, a knife cuts through the sky, and brings up a handful of blood......

PS：

In recent chapters, some readers feel that the plot is too descriptive of supporting characters.

Except for Yebei, the rest of the people also have distinct personalities, and the lonely defeat can be said to be the second male in the book.

There are also many readers who have sent me private messages, wanting to describe more episodes of the lonely day.

After all, everyone has a point of preference that I try to meet.

Besides, no matter how powerful Yebei is, he doesn't have three heads and six arms, and there will always be times when he lacks skills.

If not, Gu Moli would not have been taken advantage of by others.

Brotherhood is also very important.

And this matter is also a necessary process to cause follow-up.