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The difference between Asha is that she has faced the most terrifying despair herself. He has been humble, but he has also been noble. There is resentment in the heart, but the heart is noble.

No matter how scared, frightened, and unwilling he was, he still chose to face the terrible death for the sake of the future of the entire race.

Such a person, just a Zhenze, how can he be qualified to be the same as him?

"The reason why a person is noble is not how strong his body is. If we use this to distinguish between the good and the bad, then what is the difference between us and these beasts?" the ancient legend pointed at the Yan tribe and the brute beasts controlled by the Yan tribe with his hand, with a natural contempt in his eyes, treating them as one and the same.

"The criterion for judging whether we are strong or not is never physical strength or weakness. It's the height of the soul. You don't even have the most basic self-esteem, what are you talking about in the future?"

Ah Xia had already carried the sword given by Gu Chuanxia and walked to Wei Gongzi's side.

In the pool of blood, Wei Gongzi squirmed like a huge maggot, and the hideousness on his face looked extremely vicious. Looking at Ah Xia, who was striding towards him with a sword, he threatened in a frantic tone: "You don't dare to kill me! You can't kill me! You are just food in our captivity, and it is our Bi clan that provides shelter for you, a weak species, in a dangerous and wild world." ”

"We are your masters, your masters, and the gods you should worship. How dare you kill me? Your actions will bring disaster to your entire race, and from now on, not only you, but the entire human race, will be rejected by countless demon races, and you will be banished to a wild land full of dangers, and you will no longer be able to survive on your own. Eventual extermination... ”

What Wei Gongzi said seems to be very reasonable, and the oppression and trampling of the entire Yan tribe on the human race is called protection. And the so-called medicine for feeding people, cooking the Terrans, is the price that should be paid as a shelter.

But Asha didn't listen.

He has been noble!

What I see is an endless dead silence and a hopeless future.

So he's going to be selfish.

Go happily, how can you care so much?

If only the whole race would really perish because of what he has done today. Then such a self-depraved race, without self-esteem, and self-improvement, will be extinct in the dust of history.

The sword swung down fiercely, heading straight for Wei Gongzi's throat.

Wei Gongzi's whole body tensed, and tiger stripes appeared.

The long sword slashed at Wei Gongzi's neck, splashing sparks in all directions.

Twisting his neck, Wei Gongzi laughed and said, "Sure enough, it is a weak human race, and it is only worthy of being eaten as food by us." What if you have a weapon in your hands? Did you kill me? You can't do it!"

Ah Xia's heart was surging with anger, and he swung his sword and slashed again.

There were still sparks flying, and the long sword, which was not particularly good, had been knocked open a gap.

kept swinging the sword, and the blade kept slashing across Wei Gongzi's neck, leaving only a shallow white mark at most.

is like a feather, constantly harassing Wei Gongzi's neck, but causing him to laugh out loud.

The sound of ridicule caused countless Terrans to lower their heads that had just raised a little.

"The qi sinks into the dantian, and the sword goes with his heart. Don't shake the blade, stab hard!" came the voice of the ancient legend, and the meaning of the words was simple and direct.

Ah Xia did as the ancient legend intended.

That power that had been cultivating for seven or eight years, and had only been flowing in the body, but seemed to be useless, was really mobilized with his mind at this moment, and Ah Xia felt that when this qi was subsumed into the dantian, the whole person actually became 'powerful'.

staring at Wei Gongzi deadly, the sword blade in his hand, which was originally slightly shaking, began to become calm.

Stab hard.

Sparks are still splashing around.

The blade of the sword slashed through Wei Gongzi's neck, pulling out a long streak of blood.

Blood splattered, spilling Wei Gongzi's face.

"Ahh Wei Gongzi was still nailed to the ground, churning in place, trying to struggle and jump.

"Enough! Put away your tricks! No doubt you really us off! Since you are so ignorant of life and death, we have no choice but to fulfill you. The black axe in the hand of the patriarch of the Yu clan was raised, and the demonic aura was rolling, sweeping towards the ancient legend, and even the one who wanted to crush Ah Xia directly.

Facing the impending demon wind, fear flashed across Axia's face. But he didn't take a step back, he stood beside Wei Gongzi, and the sword in his hand stabbed down fiercely, decisively and resolutely.

Even if he was going to die, he had to pull a cushion on his back.

Airplanes!

Between heaven and earth, there is the sound of a sword.

In the next moment, endless sword shadows shuttled between the vast Qingming.

The demonic energy from the giant axe was instantly torn apart.

When the demon wind came over, it was like a balloon that had been poked and was deflated early. Rushing in front of Ah Xia, it was like a slightly strong wind, just blowing his yellow, dry hair.

Smack!

Blood splattered.

The patriarch of the Yu clan, the well-known demon king, and the leader of the clan who was once qualified to participate in the demon clan ceremony held by the demon saint. He turned into a mangled corpse and fell in a pool of blood.

For a moment, there was silence.

Even the four demon kings who came with the Yan clan were a little frightened.

The stronger they became, the more they understood how much power it would take to kill their powerful patriarch with a single blow.

"Sword Immortal, you are a Sword Immortal!" a demon king of the Yu clan exclaimed in shock.

In ancient times, before the end of the day, the Sword Immortal was not the mainstream. The method of the sword immortal is still a secret technique with rare inheritance in the Three Realms, and even among the Three Realms, the famous sword immortals are mostly from the Mixed Yuan Daluo Golden Immortal Sect, and all of them are powerful and desolate.

Although the current kendo of the ancient legend is still a martial art, it is also very close to the ancient sword immortal method.

It is also a matter of course to be misunderstood.

A sword weapon appeared out of thin air in the hands of Gu Chuanxia, it has the heaviness of the mountain and sea sword, and the sharpness of the rainbow sword, but it shows a state of half virtual and half real, which is obviously the characteristics of an invisible sword.

Flicking the blade of the sword, Gu Chuanxia looked at the remaining four demon kings.

When the sword momentum was pressed, they only felt that it was difficult to breathe, and they clearly wanted to escape by driving the clouds, but they couldn't even condense the demonic energy, so they could only stiffen their bodies and stand in place in a daze, waiting for the trial.

Swish!

Bloodstained!

Ah Xia finally cut off Wei Gongzi's head with a sword.

After the death of his life, Wei Gongzi revealed his original form, and his body was smaller than that of the demon king who was being roasted by the fire.

But just one pig's head is the size of three basketballs.

Ah Xia struggled to lift the pig's head up, raised it high, and let the blood spill on his body, but he raised his head and roared.

Tears flowed together with demon blood.

The surrounding Terrans, who were kneeling on the ground and deeply rooted in their heads, raised their heads one after another, and they looked at Ah Xia, who was screaming in blood at this moment, and for some reason a wordless throbbing surged in their hearts.

The ancient legend of Xia killing the demon king with a sword is certainly shocking.

But it makes them all feel unreal.

Only at this moment, watching Ah Xia, who lived with them, was captive together, enslaved together, and oppressed together, successfully killed the Bi tribe that was originally pressed on their heads, did there be a kind of catharsis.

It's like a mountain that was originally pressed overhead, but now a corner has been opened.

The midday sun finally broke through the clouds and sprinkled on their faces.