The Star Messenger would never have dreamed that the battle would be over before it even started.
Mother Teresa was an honest person. She had actually heard the sound of Xing Xing vomiting blood, but she remembered that Xing Xing had told her not to look back before, so she stayed where she was without moving.
"Xingxing, are you okay..." To be honest, she was very nervous.
As one of the Foundation's envoys, she watched helplessly as an envoy was seriously injured before he officially joined the battlefield. This feeling made Teresa very complicated.
Is this Zhuo Yi a monster?
"If you need my help, just ask and I will know some treatment methods." Teresa said.
In fact, she is not a combat type, but an auxiliary nanny. She is even known as the "Mother of the Stars" in the nanny world.
"No need...you can't help me..." Xingxing said weakly. He had already taken the tonic he carried with him.
But the most this medicine can do is help him recover from his internal injuries.
His visual impairment is probably irreversible.
The right eye was directly blind, and the remaining left eye was blurred to about 2000° myopia, which was almost the same as being blind.
Now the messenger of the star position opens his eyes, and there is only a chilling light left in the left eye.
It took him hundreds of years to hone his eyes to peer into the heavens, but he didn't expect to suffer a devastating blow in an instant.
He had even expected that there was something strange about Zhuo Oi, but he didn't dare to look any further.
It was just a flashback and a quick glance.
As a result, it ended up like this.
"All that's left is judgment and fate..." Teresa sighed.
She felt that the messenger of the Fool position was also a master, but she didn't know why the judge's messenger suddenly excluded him.
But Teresa knew very well that if she wanted to survive in the foundation, the best way was not to ask any questions.
Just go with the flow.
Her original purpose of joining the foundation was just for the high remuneration offered to her by the foundation.
In order to reward Mingzhe and protect yourself, it is the wisest choice.
So when she saw that the vehicle in front of her was seriously injured, she had no intention of rescuing him.
Zhuo Yi is too scary, if he goes up to him at this time, he will die.
Today's foundations basically rely on one person to judge and have the final say.
Theresa felt that there was no need to risk her life in order to save a chariot.
She even felt that Zhuo Yi played well!
This scumbag who treats women as toys should be taught a lesson, right?
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At this moment, the chariot was buried naked in the soil.
He is already useless.
His spiritual roots were cut off by Zhuo Yi, and he lost all realms.
In addition, his body is seriously injured, and now even an ordinary person can give him the final blow.
But now, Chariot has clearly gone crazy.
The double blow to his body and spirit made it impossible for him to accept what he was seeing.
"I am an immortal...I really am an immortal..." He kept mumbling these words, his eyes already lost focus.
After this matter is over.
Chariot will probably spend the rest of his life in a mental hospital.
Zhuo Yi felt that this was the best punishment to deal with such a person.
At the same time, Zhuo Yi once again marveled at Jing Ke's terrifying power.
Being able to cut off spiritual roots without harming one's life, apart from the master of the sword spirit, probably no other sword spirit in the world can achieve such accuracy...
If an ordinary cultivator has his spiritual roots cut off, he will definitely die.
At this time, Zhuo Oi heard a few scattered bursts of applause coming from outside the school gate.
He raised his head and saw a man in a black cloak approaching his direction.
The man clapped his hands and walked into No. 60 Middle School.
He took off his big hood, and Zhuo Qi saw the black facial mask under the hood, with the word "ming" written in red letters on it.
The Book of Immortal Saints sent almost all the information on the Foundation envoys to Odd Zhuo.
Including the "whiteness" of the judgment position.
But only this messenger of destiny, the Book of Immortal Saints, is still under investigation.
At this moment, the messenger of destiny appears.
Zhuo Yi is also speculating on his identity.
Judging from the hair color, this person seems to be of Asian descent.
"Are you from Huaxiu country?"
"Director Zhuo is really smart."
Under the face mask with the character "ming", the messenger of destiny makes a voice, which is obviously changed.
This messenger of destiny seems to be hiding his identity.
"I didn't expect that not all of the foundation's envoys were foreigners," Zhuo Yi said.
He holds Jing Ke in his hand and is ready for battle.
Zhuo Yi: "Are you here for Chariot and revenge? Let's get started."
"Let me tell you first, I'm not here for the chariot. I'm here to fight for myself."
The Messenger of Destiny said: "Before the chariot came, I had already expected this situation to be like this. It's just more tragic than I imagined."
Listening to Destiny's speech, Zhuo Yi always felt that the tone of this person's words sounded familiar, as if he had known him before, but he couldn't tell who the other person was.
"You said you were fighting for yourself?"
Zhuo Oi was not in a hurry to take action, he wanted to get more information out of Destiny.
"I have taken a fancy to this wooden sword of yours. If you can give it to me, not only can I avoid a battle, but I can also save your own life." He said this calmly while wearing a face mask with a life character on it.
The words are different from the infinite arrogance of Chariot and Snake, but they seem to be truly confident of victory.
"Snake, Chariot, both died in my hands. Are you confident that you can beat me?" Zhuo Yi looked at him,
This messenger of destiny is the same as the chariot, his breath is pure and has not been invaded by ethereal spirits.
However, with the experience of fighting chariots, Zhuo Yi was also wary of the magic weapons that fate might throw at him.
The people in the Foundation are all a bunch of lunatics.
God knows if fate has injected imaginary spirits into his magic weapon.
"Don't worry, I am different from low-handed people like Chariot. I have real abilities." The messenger of destiny took a step forward at this moment.
Then he used his weapon, which was an emerald-green bamboo. The head of the bamboo was sharpened, like a sharp blade.
Under the dim light, the whole body exudes a brilliance like amber glass.
Zhuo Wei instantly heightened his vigilance.
The road to simplicity.
The simpler a weapon looks, the more powerful it may be.
Isn’t this the peach wood sword in his hand?
"Do you know the Sword of Destiny, Chief Zhuo?" At this time, the Messenger of Destiny raised his head and looked at Zhuo Yi: "I have a feeling that the Sword of Destiny in my hand may be different from the peach wood sword in your hand.
From the same place."
As soon as he finished speaking, his whole person disappeared into thin air.
In a flash, he suddenly appeared behind Zhuo Yi!
"The reaction was slow, General Zhuo, but you were stabbed by me. This is also your fate."
As soon as he finished speaking, the bamboo sword immediately pierced the sword energy wrapped around Zhuo Oi's body and stabbed towards his kidney!
A feeling of foreign body invasion came from behind, and blood dripped down from the pierced bamboo tip.
"It can actually pierce Master Jingke's sword energy..."
Zhuo Yi was secretly shocked. He gritted his teeth and pulled away from his body.
"No, it's not puncture, it's ignoring."
At this time, Jingke's voice sounded from Zhuo Yi's body.
"Ignore the sword energy? What on earth is this..."
Zhuo Yi was even more surprised when he heard Jing Ke's words.
Jingke's voice was calm: "It's okay, I'm fused with Bai Sheath, and I can beat you."
Are they finally getting together?
Zhuo Yi nodded.
He endured the pain of his kidney being punctured and inserted the mahogany sword into its scabbard.