Cracking sound!

A sword with electricity pierced the air, and a piercing and sharp sound sounded in the hall, directly hitting the vital point of Ye Wen's waist, if he was stabbed by a sword, with Ye Wen's own injury, about in an instant, the skin and flesh and internal organs would be stirred into pieces.

The sword wind scraped on the skin before the sword rays, becoming strips of cloth, and it couldn't even cover the function of the body, let alone any defensive ability, under the pressure of the sword wind, the rough skin surface, like a torn cloth, suddenly cracked a small blood mark.

This sword is enough to kill any master of the Fourfold Realm, and it is also enough to severely damage any fivefold powerhouse who has no time to defend, and for a fivefold cultivator who is injured, under the penetration of this sword, it will never be just a serious injury.

Don't want to die!

This is the instinct of any monk, even the fiercest and most powerful fivefold monk can hardly break free from this survival instinct, and it is precisely because the fivefold monk is so powerful that he can perceive the harbingers of the coming crisis, can also see through the tricks of immature enemies, and can predict the attacks of monks of the same rank, and then calculate the fate he is about to face.

Any fivefold cultivator, even if it is the pinnacle of the peak, a powerhouse who has stepped into the sixfold realm with half a foot, even if it is Kong Xuan himself, in the face of such a surprise sword, can only choose to retreat desperately.

Even if you know that the success rate is less than 10%, you have to make a frantic final struggle. This is the common sense of the monk, and it is the only option that the monk who is facing a desperate situation can subconsciously think of.

Therefore, Kong Xuan has incomparable confidence in his sword, and he calls this sword an irreversible kill, because as long as this move is made, there will never be a person who survives, even if it is at the level of half a sixfold cultivator, it is absolutely impossible to have the slightest chance of survival.

Extremely arrogant thoughts.

But in fact, he proved it with extremely strong evidence. That was the body of the enemy lieutenant who died in his hands. Although he is a captain-level figure who has fallen into Pingyang, and although he is just a severely injured remnant, he is always a strong man that any five-fold monk must look up to, and there is absolutely no room for being underestimated.

Maybe it was luck, maybe it was the unlucky man who lost most of his combat power, but in any case, judging from the result, Kong Xu's person killed a sixfold powerhouse, this is an ironclad fact.

This lieutenant who died in humiliation, in the hands of a monk who was one level lower than himself, died under the unprepared sword of Kong Xu, a sword that even the Sixfold Realm could not ignore.

But-

Facing such a sword, Ye Wen laughed, although the corners of his mouth were only slightly hooked, but there was no doubt that this would obviously not be the expression that a person in a desperate situation should have, and it was more like an expression that found hope in a desperate situation and found a ray of light.

Even, it is obvious that he patiently waited for the opportunity day after day, and finally got what he wanted, peeking into the weakness of the prey, and the eyes of the hunter who was about to cull away.

Incredibly sharp!

It's crazy!

Kong Xu's pupils shrank slightly, and the moment the corners of Ye Wen's mouth were hooked, he took this strange reaction into his eyes, and instantly had a trace of doubt, could this person really have some hole cards to turn defeat into victory and survive in a desperate situation? Could it be that the other party really has a backhand that makes him irreversible? Can he actually ignore the sword he stabbed?!

No!

When pigs fly!

A momentary ripple of his mood for no apparent reason disturbed his absolute calm as an assassin, but Kong Xuan immediately suppressed this superfluous thought steadily, quickly regained his absolute confidence, and continued to focus on the blow aimed at his waist.

He could even deduce that Ye Wen's next response must have been to retreat frantically in despair, and it was not until the moment when his sword intent destroyed his internal organs that he realized that he had no way to retreat and was about to die.

If you don't retreat, you will die, and if you retreat, you will be able to live for one more moment, and then die with great regret. This is the almost seamless idea in Kong Xu's mind, and it also seems to indicate the future of Ye Wen's tragic death.

But-

Ye Wen moved, the moment the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, the moment Kong Xuan caught a glimpse of this smile, the moment the sword was about to pierce the skin, he moved!

Instead of closing his eyes to death, he did not retreat and struggle, but suddenly took a small step, as if he was voluntarily sending him to death, and actually faced this sword.

Kong Xu's face changed suddenly.

The sword was still stabbing forward, and it was impossible to withdraw the force exerted in an instant, even if Kong Xuan wanted to stop it, it was doomed, so although he was shocked and stunned by Ye Wen's actions, he could only continue to push forward.

Burst!

The thunderous sword pierced into Ye Wen's skin, and the blood seeped out instantly, and the flesh and skin were torn frantically. Then, Kong's pupils shrank suddenly, and the feeling that came from his hand was incomparably weird, like a blunt sword inserted into a crack in the rock, an incomparably stiff feeling.

In the next moment, Ye Wen's arms swung out like lightning, and the crazy sword intent was condensed in his two hands, and his whole body continued to advance without retreating, ignoring the miserable white sword inserted into his waist, and in the sound of poofing and tearing, his hand was like a sword blade, and the sword was frantically restrained in the palm of his hand, cutting at Kong Xu's head with one hand and the vital position of his throat with the other.

"Are you—"

Kong Xu's eyes showed a look of fear for the first time, even if he had encountered a sixfold powerhouse, he had never shown a demeanor, he knew Ye Wen's plan in an instant, this damn madman! He actually wanted to die together, instead of surviving in a desperate situation?!

His victory was already predestined, and the moment the sword pierced through the skin and deep into the flesh, it was already doomed, even if the immortals were reincarnated, there was no reason to be lucky.

But at the same time, Kong Xu, who stabbed this sword with all his might, did not expect Ye Wen to make such a move at all, but instead of retreating, he made calculations thousands of times, but this step was not included. He never imagined that he would actually miscalculate the enemy's mentality.

It's not that he hasn't seen people who seek death, and the crazy posture of trying to kill the enemy with him in despair is by no means uncommon on the battlefield, but this crazy posture has obvious precursors, and it can be seen through at a glance.

People who seek death, people who are desperate, should never have eyes like Ye Wen at this moment, their eyes are full of confidence, not the madness of seeking to die together, but it is clear that the way to deal with it is to completely push themselves to death.

How absurd is it for a person who seeks to survive to make an act of seeking death?! Unless it is the kind of person who completely puts life and death out of the way -- not the kind of reckless person who relies on a breath of courage to act irrationally, but a strong person who can really look at the moment of life and death calmly, with a state of mind without sorrow or joy, can only have!

Just this hairy boy?

At the moment when the two hands were about to slash his head and neck, Kong Xu's mind replayed the scenes of large and small battles he had experienced in the past, and a feeling of unwillingness and despair emerged, and a sense of defeat that emerged from nowhere was full of it.

Then, his eyes went dark.

Burst!

A canopy of blood poured out and spilled in the air.