Zhang Yu couldn't bear the pain, his head drooped, and the holes in his mouth and chest were still bleeding with thick, fresh blood.
He remained in this posture, lifeless.
How can a person who has lost his heart still survive?
...But--it's not over yet.
Mu Ruge hit Zhang Yu's head with a palm, the Tianling Cap shattered, and the entire body disappeared into thin air.
A living person was crippled and disappeared without a trace under the eyes of tens of thousands of people.
In the hundreds of years of competition history of the Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony, there has never been such a bloody and cruel method.
The world's understanding of Mu Ruge was from capturing the mythical beast with bare hands at Mingyuan Hill last night, but they never thought that a seventeen-year-old girl who was as holy as the white moonlight could be so ruthless.
Qingge's pupils tightened, her fingertips trembled slightly, and her eyes reflected the indifferent Mu Ruge.
When she was seventeen years old, she was also so cruel, and her methods were exactly the same as Mu Ruge's now.
Crushing her heart is what she would do when she is the most angry.
Qing Ge made an astonishing discovery. Mu Ruge was exactly seventeen years old at this moment! There were gasps from all sides of the golden thread. Ye Jingjing stared at Mu Ruge. The most terrifying thing was that Mu Ruge would kill her
Even though he killed Zhang Yu, he didn't reveal his true strength.
He hasn't even drawn his sword yet.
When Mu Ruge draws the sword, her strength will double.
"Palace Master, I want to bring glory to the four tribes."
Nocturnal Jingjing does not rely on.
The palace master suddenly placed a layer of restraint on Ye Jingjing, "No."
Ye Jingjing could not get out of the confinement, so she only looked up at the palace master, "Why doesn't the palace master believe in Jingjing?"
"Be obedient, little one."
After speaking, the Lord of the Dark Palace sent out another person.
The woman is also a well-known dark master in the Fourth Division, and all the young practitioners in the Fourth Division know her name Zhang Yu.
After the heartbreak, no one dared to underestimate Mu Ruge.
Zhang Yu bravely stood opposite Mu Ruge, holding a long black ink sword in his hand. Suddenly, the sword in Zhang Yu's hand was snatched away by Mu Ruge. He sealed his throat with the sword and blood spattered three feet! Zhang Yu fell down
When he hit the ground, Mu Ruge stepped on the side of Zhang Yu's head, and the green flames under his feet burned Zhang Yu to ashes.
There was another long period of silence... Even though in the history of the Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony, there have been many cases of killings by martial arts competitions, there has never been a person like Mu Ruge who went on a killing spree in the name of martial arts competitions in Jinlu.
"You losers from the Fourth Department, keep coming."
Mu Ruge said.
"Wait a minute -" Master Huanyue's body was white and as beautiful as snow. He sat forward a few steps and looked at Master Yang Hong: "Master Yang, Mu Ruge is not competing in martial arts, she is killing! On behalf of the Four Divisions, I am suspending this.
Martial arts competition.
Although there are no rules in martial arts competitions, as the future of Tianyu, how can young cultivators not have benevolence, morality and compassion?"
Huanyue Sect Master pointed angrily at Mu Ruge on the golden thread, his long arms trembling slightly, "Is she competing in martial arts?
She is killing people! Two of my four Dark Masters died for no reason, what does this mean?"
Master Huanyue Sect is famous for his good temper and smiling face. No matter how angry he is, he will not show his anger in front of the world.
But today, the Four Divisions lost two Dark Masters in a row, and Mu Ruqing's tactics were so cruel. The leader of the Huanyue Sect became extremely angry when he thought of the scene of two Four Division disciples dying.
Yang Hong is also very difficult to behave. He doesn't want to see Mu Ruge treat the competition cruelly, but the master of Ziyun Palace has a noble status and has to disobey his orders.
"Master Huanyue, this is not the first time that people have died in the heaven-sacrifice ceremony."
Yang Hong said: "If not, let the four teams admit defeat. Anyway, losing to Zhong Linshan is normal."
"Master Yang, you are really good at joking. Our Four Tribes have indeed lost in the many years since the founding of the country, but who has ever seen my Four Tribes surrender?"
The Lord of the Dark Palace looked at the Lord of the Ziyun Palace: "Palace Lord Ziyun, you are the master who presides over the ceremony of worshiping the heaven, and Mu Ruge is your adopted daughter. Should you give me an explanation?"
"Why are you talking to Master Ziyun Palace, just the master of the four palaces?"
Shangguan Rui frowned and glared at the palace master.
The master of the palace lost his temper and smiled coldly, "Why, do you want me to kneel down and speak?
Is this the rule of the Nine Realms that claims to be fair and just?
There is no justice in those bullshit rules, they are clearly used to bully people!"
The treasure weapon Dragon Roar Whip appeared out of thin air and hit the palace master quickly on the face. A blood mark suddenly appeared, and then blood flowed out all over his face.
"Is this your attitude when talking to me?"
Palace Master Ziyun chuckled lightly, picked up the teacup and took a slow sip.
No one thought that Palace Master Ziyun would take action directly.
The Lord of the Dark Palace was punished by the dragon's roar, which weakened the restriction. Ye Jingjing broke through the restriction in a rage, and flew out with crows covering her body, and rushed towards the Lord Ziyun.
"Damn it! Damn it!"
Ye Jingjing said angrily.
"Jingjing, don't..." The Dark Palace Master was finally a step too late, and the dark crow still pounced on the Ziyun Palace Master.
The Master of Ziyun Palace was sitting on a sandalwood chair, holding the Dragon Roar Whip in his hand, and whipped it out, making a shocking explosion.
The dragon's roar whip tore apart the crowd of crows and hit Ye Jingjing.
Qing Ge frowned, flew out, pulled out the King Ming Sword, and faced the Long Yin Whip.
Qing Ge was a little laborious, and my body kept sinking, and cold sweat broke out on my forehead.
“Don’t overestimate your own capabilities.”
After Palace Master Ziyun said this, the long whip pressed against King Ming's sword made a roaring sound, which directly hit Qingge's soul.
The moment Jiu Ci, Xue Nu and others were about to take action, a blast of wind hit the Dragon Roar Whip, causing the whip to retreat step by step.
No one knows where the wind comes from.
Qingge lost resistance, sheathed her knife and looked at Ye Jingjing worriedly, "Jingjing, are you injured?"
Ye Jingjing shook her head.
Palace Master Ziyun held the withdrawn Dragon Roar Whip and looked around, "Who is it?"
Palace Master Ziyun refused to accept it and whipped her again. This time, a blue dragon appeared and rushed towards Qingge.
Similarly, another gust of wind hit Cang Long, causing Ziyun Palace Master's mouth to feel numb and stinging.
The sandalwood chair under him was shattered by the impact, and he fell to the ground.
But this time, everyone watching the battle finally knew who took action.
They all turned their heads mechanically and looked at the evil man sitting on the chair.
He stood up, walked towards Qingge, and wiped the sweat from Qingge's forehead.
"Who are you?"
Palace Master Ziyun got up and asked with wide eyes.
"I am..." Ji Yue looked back with a coquettish look in her eyes, and her last voice was extremely long. Everyone raised their ears and waited for the next words, but they saw Ji Yue uttering two words in an understatement: "Your father."
"..." Everyone looked blank.
This young man is so good-looking, why does he still curse?
Palace Master Ziyun could no longer hold her nerve, and her face turned the color of pig liver.
As the Lord of Ziyun Palace, when has he ever been humiliated in public?
Ji Yue picked up Qing Ge, returned to the chair, and said as if coaxing a child: "Are you scared? Don't be afraid. I'm here."
Everyone was dumbfounded and found it unbelievable.
The empress looked indifferent, as if she was frightened?
It should be Palace Master Ziyun who was frightened, right?
"pain."
What made people even more stunned was that the empress extended her right hand and said aggrievedly.
Ji Yue blew a few breaths: "Hurry for you, it won't hurt anymore."