On top of a tall building dozens of meters away from the No. 60 Middle School battlefield.
The beautiful and dignified nun covered her veil and looked at the battle before her.
She was brought here 3 minutes after the chariot arrived.
I wanted to go straight in and declare war with Odd Zhuo, but I saw that the battle between Chariot and Odd Zhuo had already begun.
So Yue Yue planned to stay on the sidelines and watch, while collecting information about Zhuo Yi.
At this time, a young male voice sounded from behind the moon: "Mother Teresa, you are indeed the messenger of the moon."
Mother Teresa wanted to turn around, but was stopped by the voice.
"Don't look back, I don't want others to know what I look like."
The young male voice said.
Judging from the sexy and magnetic voice, this should be a pretty good-looking young man.
Teresa obeyed the order without turning her head.
She smiled slightly: "Let me guess, you are the star. Only you can figure out who I am."
"Smart woman." The voice behind said.
At this time, the messenger of the star position hides himself in the shadows.
He was the third person to arrive.
After calculating the position of the moon, he took the initiative to come here and watch the battle ahead with the moon.
Moon: "Chariot said that your winning rate for him is estimated to be 95%?"
Xingxing: "That's right."
Moon shook her head: "But I think his battle is not easy. Now he has even used his trump card. The fusion of the Void Spirit and the Sword Spirit to form a semi-void magic weapon. This is something that the Foundation is still in the experimental stage.
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"Someone has to practice it. I still think there will be no problem."
At this time, Xingxing's expression remained calm and composed: "Well, let me deduce the winning rate for him again."
"how long?"
"It's quick, just 2 minutes."
…
Abandoning his wife and son, he experimented on the sword spirit he had conceived and who had absolute trust in him, not even sparing his own son.
After Chariot finished speaking his lines, Zhuo Oi felt very angry.
He is trying to suppress his anger.
Don't let your emotions affect the battle in front of you.
For a scum like Chariot, it would be too easy to kill him with one sword.
Moreover, Zhuo Yi is still thinking about how to save the "Silver God".
Affected by the invasion of void creatures, although Snow Qilin gained unparalleled power at this moment, this power also caused it to experience tremendous pain.
The current Snow Qilin is like a balloon that is already at its limit and may explode and die at any time.
However, the meaning of this silver god sword to Chariot may be just like the women he has played with.
It's broken or broken, but it's just a matter of replacing it.
"Open the gate."
At this time, Zhuo Yi exhaled slightly.
In the morning, he had already used the spiritual energy from 6 reservoirs to improve his level.
And now he's doing it again.
Improving the realm is also to improve the strength of one's physical body to ensure that one's physical body will not be affected by the huge impact and collapse during the next offensive.
"It turns out to be a Tiandao technique." An excited smile appeared under Chariot's heavy helmet.
Zhuo Yi did not disappoint him.
And now he also knew the reason why Taiyang died at the hands of Zhuo Yi.
However, this level of improvement is only temporary, and the most taboo thing is to engage in a delaying war.
So when Chariot saw Zhuo Yi offering "Thirty-Three Little Paths of Vitality", he also made his own plans in mind.
That is to strike first, and if things go badly, choose delaying tactics and wait until the extraordinary temporary improvement effect wears off before you can counterattack.
However, it is a pity that such wishful thinking occurs.
Zhuo Yi had no intention of leaving Chariot alone.
At this time, Zhuo Oi unfolded his right hand, and a brown aura lit up from the mahogany sword in his right hand.
Then it attached to his entire body bit by bit!
When Jing Ke's sword energy enveloped Zhuo Yitong's body, the coat formed by the sword energy was like the iron scales of a battle armor, one after another emerging on the coat of his suit.
This sword...
Looking at this scene, Chariot couldn't help but sweat.
The peach wood sword that he looked down on before actually brought him a huge pressure at this time.
Chariot couldn't help but feel that the armor on his body began to become heavier.
It's not because the armor has become heavier, but because his mental pressure has increased!
This is very much like the stress response of a natural spirit animal encountering a natural enemy.
The mind will become tense in an instant.
Afterwards, breathing will become heavier.
Sweat began to leak out from the body surface.
Even, incontinence...
And Zhuo Yi, carrying this mind-shaking mahogany sword, was walking toward him step by step like a golden immortal descending from the sky.
When he came to his senses, Zhuo Yi was already less than three meters in front of the chariot.
Because of the fear in his soul, Chariot was surprised to find that he actually had a blank period in his mind... which made him fragmented!
This is impossible!
How could his majestic chariot die here!
The messenger from the star position had clearly calculated it for him!
His winning rate is as high as 95%!
"Yin Shen! Hit them to death!"
Frightened, Chariot began to command the snow unicorn behind him.
But what shocked Chariot was...
Xue Qilin just roared and didn't follow his instructions.
Zhuo Yi could tell just by thinking about how much inner struggle Xue Qilin was feeling at this moment.
Its true will is obviously still fighting fiercely against the virtual spirit.
In addition, Snow Qilin has already sensed that the "enemy" it faces...is the Lord of Sword Spirits!
How could it, a little sword spirit, take action against the master of the great sword spirit?
The strong desire to survive caused Xue Qilin's mental state to fall into an even more collapsed situation, and it began to struggle for the will of its mental space with the virtual spirits that invaded its body.
Roar!
After the earth-shattering roar, the snow unicorn stepped out with its front hooves!
But it’s not for Zhuo Yi!
Its front hooves pressed hard on the top of the chariot's head!
"Damn...damn thing! I am your master! Aren't you afraid of the backlash of the contract?"
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He couldn't figure out why his sword spirit didn't listen to him.
He would never have imagined why the sword spirit of the Silver God Sword would turn against his master.
"It's your own fault."
At this time, Zhuo Yi slightly raised the corners of his lips.
In front of the Lord of Sword Spirits, any identity of the sword master is invalid.
Those so-called sword spirit contracts are just a piece of waste paper!
"It's time for you to be relieved, Silver God."
Zhuo Oi looked at the furious Xue Qilin, raised Jingke, and waved it gently into the void.
In just a moment, the sword spirit contract between Silver God and Chariot was cut off directly.
The roar immediately stopped, and the whole world fell into silence.
Without the contract, the snow unicorn instantly turned into particles of light, and it was no longer anyone's "slave".
Instead, it returns to become the spirit of all things, waiting for a new master worthy of its wholehearted trust to appear.
This sword is outstanding.
The contract became a waste of paper, and the ethereal spirit attached to Xue Qilin's body was destroyed with one sword.
Kill the contract by force.
The astonishing counterattack force instantly returned to Chariot himself, causing him to spit out a large mouthful of blood.
The condition of the chariot at this time was extremely tragic.
After being trampled by the snow unicorn, half of his body sank into the soil, and now his body has suffered internal injuries.
The outcome of the battle is already very clear.
Zhuo Ou sneered. He looked at the miserable state of the chariot, but he still didn't have the slightest pity in his heart.
He slashed with sword energy.
It only exerted the slightest bit of Jingke's power.
The indestructible sword energy completely disintegrated the armor of the chariot on the spot.
"This layer of armor is your shameful garment. Now, even your underwear has been torn off by me."
Zhuo Ou stared at the frightened chariot on the ground, and his words were calm and calm: "By the way, let me tell you, this sword of mine has also cut off your spiritual roots."
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The whole process took less than 2 minutes in total, and the battle was over.
On the tall building on the other side, the messenger from the star position exclaimed: "This is impossible! What the hell is this!"
He was frightened by the huge variables in the deduction.
"What did you calculate..."
The moon messenger was also surprised at this moment.
She saw that Zhuo Wei only used two swords to resolve the battle.
The star envoy also spat out a mouthful of blood at this time: "I saw the peach wood sword in Zhuo Yi's hand... and the scabbard of this sword..."
He saw the previous scene of Zhuo Yi holding Jing Ke in his left hand and a white sheath in his right hand entering Sixty Middle School.
But it was just a peek.
A flashback time!
His whole spirit suffered a terrible backlash, and he was blinded in one eye!
"Peach wood sword, and the scabbard? What on earth are you talking about?"
"These two things have greatly reversed the situation and increased Zhuo Wei's winning rate!"
The star messenger couldn't believe the data he had calculated.
% winning rate...
It's like holding a father in your left hand, a mother in your right hand, and a grass (a kind of plant) lying in your heart...