Zhang Liang and Wei Zhuang were ready to make a move, but Gu Shuang, on the other hand, was worried.
Jie, who was at the center of their attention, faced Zhao Renke's sword energy that was as biting and cold as the shuo wind, and the Ben Lei swordsmanship was frustrated for a time.
I saw that as Ke Yu was running towards the attack, his sword was spread like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Jie's pupils were trembling and he was sweating profusely, because what he saw from this sword was a battlefield named Changping.
As expected, Jie's mind was shaken as he was locked by this shocking blood-evil energy, and a huge flaw appeared.
Blood flashed in Ke's eyes, and between his legs, the demonic wind blew dust all over the sky. This is, thousands of miles of blood on thousands of waves!
"Qin Gou, do you recognize the dead souls in Changping? Ahhhh~"
When Jie came back to his senses, the opponent's terrifying sword light was already in his pupils.
Nine days of thunder——"Dang~"
The Thunder Sword blocked the opponent's sword move, and the stalemate could not last more than a breath. Jie couldn't help but scream, "Uh~uh~"
"Ah ah ah! Die!" Ke held the sword with both hands and roared with a tearing sound from his broken voice. The blood in his body surged, suppressing Jie and pushing him flat for more than ten feet.
Jie's shoes had long since been scrapped from the friction, leaving only two exposed white shoes. As the sword energy exploded with this move, there was a "boom" and a pit was left on the spot. His body rolled and flew far away again.
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"Pfft~wow~" He spat out a large mouthful of blood. He couldn't hold his lips tightly, and blood flowed out. He felt that his vision was a little blurry. He opened his eyes wide and stared at the man opposite who was about to give him a last-ditch wound. "Changping,
You have experienced the Changping War..."
How could a person crawling out of a pile of dead people respond to his words? Ke gasped for air, swallowed it all in one gulp, and in the blink of an eye, he was about to behead the person with a sword.
Jie's pair of fleshy feet kicked two handfuls of flying earth, his body rolled on the ground, he squatted up, and grabbed the Thunder Sword with both hands;
Ke's first sword slashed through the air, then turned the sword's edge and struck Jie's face again.
"Uh~" Jie groaned, and with the momentum of this sword, he stood up while retreating;
Ke didn't miss any opportunity to pursue, and ran to catch up again.
One was seriously injured and was lurking left and right in a panic, constantly retreating; the other was just depleted of energy and struck hard, with each sword being heavier than the other. Even if he couldn't kill him, the opponent's body, which was seriously injured at the moment, would sooner or later be unable to withstand it.
endure a strong backlash.
Seeing this battle going like this, the crowd burst into loud cheers.
"Okay! That's it, that Qin man is dead!"
"Well done, kill, kill, kill, kill him!"
"Okay, that's enough to relieve his anger. You should let him know that in this Eastern world, not just Qin people can run wild."
"Yes, kill him, kill him."
Ju Shuang stood among such a crowd, her ears filled with shouts of hatred and her brows furrowed.
Seeing that Jie was already close to death, she pushed out the hilt of the sword with her left thumb and was about to draw the sword——
"Wait a minute."
Fang Fang stopped him and shook his head, "Although that Zhao man has forced him to death, he still has a chance to survive."
Hearing this, Ju Shuang temporarily became depressed, but did not move his hand from the hilt of the sword.
"Kill him, kill him!"
"Damn Qin people!"
"Good job~"
Ke was a lifeless man. He didn't speak much during the entire attack. His eyes were the most terrifying that Zed had ever seen.
Hate, resentment, pain, sorrow, longing, love, after the "resurrection" of the dead in the Changping Battle, the eyes were entangled with all these emotions, and finally showed a kind of deathly silence.
Coupled with the sounds of people from all over the world in Shandong cheering and shouting to kill him, Jie seemed to finally understand the price behind what Lu Yan was doing.
The Zhao man in front of me is just a microcosm.
I am just a microcosm.
In this world, people are faced with thousands of disasters and countless calamities. Everything you do is not merit, but helplessness!
"Uh~" Being knocked back by Ke's sword again, Jie suddenly opened his mouth and chewed, only to feel that his mouth was sticky. He said, "Don't talk about the matter of making a marquis. One general will make thousands of bones wither. It turns out that behind him is
Such meaning. No wonder, the life that adults dream about is so incredibly ridiculous and simple."
The power of the Thunder Sword began to fluctuate inexplicably.
Ke felt something strange, but didn't take it to heart because Jie had already been seriously injured and had no ability to fight back.
The sword edge slashed towards the throat again. This time, the Thunder Sword not only blocked the attack, but also deflected its trajectory, and a bolt of lightning was shot out!
"Bah~" Ke's arm was cut with a bloody gash by the sword energy.
Um?!
"It's my turn, the thunder is coming~" Jie roared, his mouth wide open, and crackling thunder jumped from the sword to his whole body.
Ke reacted instantly, condensing all his inner strength on the sword in his hand.
Just when the two sides were about to kill each other——
"Cough~" Jie suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, and most of the lightning dissipated.
Ke suddenly made a killing move!
In an instant, a sword penetrated the stomach, and the tip of the sword came out of Jie's body!
However, there is no blood on the tip of the sword!
"Crack~" It seemed like a thunderbolt fell from the sky, and amidst the deafening sound of swords, a big head rose into the sky.
"What?! This is impossible?!"
"He, why should he?"
The heroes couldn't believe it. A moment ago, the Qin people were still close to death, but in an instant, the situation had reversed.
Zhao Renke's headless body fell down, kicking up a lot of dust.
"Hahaha, hahaha~" Jie wielded the Thunder Sword, raised his head to the sky, and laughed crazily.
"God damn you bastard!"
"Looking for death~"
"I'm going to kill him!"
"This damn Qin dog~"
The anger of the crowd has set off a prairie fire.
Zhang Liang and Wei Zhuang actually stood up at the same time, with expressions of surprise on their faces.
"How could it happen?!" Zhang Liang stared at Jie, his eyes widening.
"He broke through." Wei Zhuang's right hand has already grasped the hilt of the shark-tooth sword.
"Hahaha... Where is the famous sword? Where did the fame come from? It is all made of rotting bones and corpses. After thousands of years of work, there is no choice. I would rather pick up the crown, look at the excitement and sigh, feel all kinds of emotions, and feel the thunder and sorrow."
The word "sorrow" fell to the ground, and dark clouds rolled over Zhujian Villa, among which thunder and thunder roared.
A sword energy burst out from Jie's body and penetrated the clouds in the sky.
The Ben Lei Sword Technique is the most powerful and powerful. He is still less than 16 years old, but with the word "sorrow", he has formed his own unique understanding and has reached a state of great achievement!
Han Liu's eyes were about to burst, he held the Broken Hong Sword in his hand, and his voice carried his inner strength as he called on all parties: "This Qin man has entered the Dacheng Realm at the age of a young man. Don't leave him alone! Kill!"
Faced with this unexpected situation, Feng Tu stood up and was trying to stabilize the situation when the heroes in the villa responded with a bang.
"Kill him~"
"Yes, don't leave him alone. Let's all go together and kill him."
"Kill~"
"You are seeking death."
Thousands of blue lights suddenly appeared among the group of heroes, and the sword energy was everywhere and devastating. A clearing was instantly cleared, and a pile of broken arms and limbs fell around.
A figure, standing in the dust of the sky, with a pair of eagle eyes, is very similar to the young man from Qin who is making a breakthrough.