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Chapter 281: Die together

 From the formation cover rising, countless terrifying thunders turned into a piece of thunder smoke shimmering with purple meaning.

It almost happened in the blink of an eye.

The power of the formation in this palace is not weak.

With Lu Yi's spiritual thoughts at this time, he couldn't even feel the slightest bit of magical power.

At this time, I can only look at it with my eyes, and I can barely discern some clues from the light and movement coming from it.

Just as he stared at the faint sword light that represented Wanqiu, which was constantly flashing violently.

On the side, Xue Jiujing looked lazily, waving his complicated sleeves covered with gold threads, and drank it all in one gulp.

In his mouth, he said with some ridicule:

"What's the matter? Wanqiu has only been following you for a few days, but he already can't let go of you?"

"..."

"Huh?"

He listened fiercely to Xue Jiujing’s words beside him.

Lu Yi simply frowned and said:

"Wan Qiu is the one I ordered after all. If he loses... it will be too ugly."

"With my temper... I can't help it!"

What Lu Yi said was neither big nor small, and seemed to be just ordinary chatter.

But those sitting on the nearby high platform are all in the realm of true kings.

Not to mention that the distance between everyone is only tens of feet.

Even if it is dozens of miles away, as long as they want to hear it... it will be as clear as shouting in their ears.

As Lu Yi said these words.

Although many true kings still have smiles on their faces, there is something strange in the depths of their eyes.

Xue Jiujing, who was sitting next to Lu Yi, even chuckled and said:

"Lu Yi, you said so...wait a minute, do you really want to go down and try your magical powers with that junior Xing Xi?"

As he said this, a pair of long and slanted phoenix eyes revealed some indifference and pride.

"Furthermore, how can my disciples from Mount Taishi... be so easy to lose?"

As if to fulfill Xue Jiujing’s words.

As she finished her words with a bit of pride.

From the formation cover that was originally covered by a purple thunder mist, a low "buzzing" sword sound could be heard.

Immediately afterwards, there was Wan Qiu's cold voice.

"If you only had this ability, you wouldn't have to continue living today..."

The words fell.

A bright blue light suddenly lit up in the originally dense thunder fog.

Then, there was a scream from Xingxi.

"You actually broke my thunder fog technique?"

Accompanied by Xingxi’s screams.

The purple thunder mist that was spreading everywhere instantly boiled and surged towards where he was standing.

When the thunder and fog all over the place have subsided.

The situation on the court made Lu Yi frown even more.

At this time, in the formation cover, Xing Xi's face was pale, and his aura was extremely scattered.

The whole person seemed to be shaking just standing there.

It looks like that move just now was like a big loss.

Opposite me, Wan Qiu, who is wearing a blue Taoist skirt, still looks strong and healthy.

But almost half of the face seemed to be burned by the high temperature, and even the skin was torn apart.

This kind of injury would be a double blow to the body and mind on any ordinary person.

But looking at Wan Qiu's posture at this time, he didn't pay any attention to the horrific trauma that almost disfigured his face.

See here.

Lu Yi instinctively recalled the scene when Taishi Mountain came to Dusk Island for the first time a few days ago.

"Wan Qiu gave the order that day, and several disciples committed suicide directly..."

"Now, we don't even pay attention to such tragic injuries!"

"This Taishi Mountain is so cruel?"

Something strange appeared in Lu Yi's eyes.

The seemingly horrific injuries on Wan Qiu's face seemed to be somewhat relieved by the surge of spiritual energy in his body.

Immediately afterwards, a ferocious gaze appeared, staring at the west road opposite:

"Since my uncle asked me to fight today, I won't lose!"

"As for you..."

As the bright flying swords surrounding him slowly slowed down, they finally jumped directly into his hands.

Wan Qiu tilted his head slightly and stared at Xingxi opposite, with a cruel smile on his lips.

"Today, I have to chop you alive!"

……

……

Just when Wanqiu and Xingxi were building up their momentum again and preparing to fight for the second wave.

On the high platform of Purple Thunder Sect in the distance.

Zhenlei Zhenjun, dressed in a deep purple robe, sat at the head of the table.

Not only does his face look relaxed, but his gaze towards the field does not contain any complicated meaning.

It's like watching a competition for fun.

But around him, the performance of the Purple Thunder Sect True Lords was far from comparable to his.

Not only did several people's eyes almost never leave the formation cover, but a woman in palace attire sitting near him even frowned slightly and quietly extended her spiritual thoughts.

"Senior brother, look at Xingxi like this... I'm afraid we won't be able to win safely."

"Today...?"

"..."

"What happened today?"

His eyes calmly glanced at the woman, but Zheng Lei did not follow her words.

Instead, he said calmly:

"A hundred sects have a grand banquet, and there are thousands of true kings."

"Yuanxiao, who can you hide your spiritual thoughts from?"

"Such a movement has lost the dignity of our Purple Thunder Sect."

These words sound like a warning.

But after Zhenlei Zhenjun finished speaking, the woman in palace clothes whom he called Yuanxiao didn't care.

Instead, he followed his words and said coldly:

"This Lu Yi must be eliminated today!"

"It's just decent, compared to this...what does it mean?"

After saying that, the next sentence even made Zhenlei Zhenjun, who was so leisurely, stunned, and turned his gaze away.

"Senior brother! If you go west, you will be defeated!"

"I don't have to hide anything! Wait a minute... I will send my disciples to find Lu Yi himself!"

"Let's see if he...can bear it!"

"..."

"Sending disciples to bring trouble on him?"

There is something weird on his face.

The square-faced Zhenlei Zhenjun turned his gaze back to the arena in the palace and said calmly:

"What is Lu Yi's status now?"

"How do those disciples under you have the qualifications to challenge him?"

"I'm afraid that as soon as he finished speaking, he would be pinched to death by Xue Jiujing beside him."

Seeing that his senior brother seemed to disagree with his proposal.

While Yuanxiao's spiritual thoughts were floating around, I was about to say more, but was blocked by Zhenlei Zhenjun.

"The death of Changxiao is fate."

"It's useless no matter how hard you resist!"

As he spoke, he even faintly released a ray of momentum toward the latter, saying coldly:

"Then Lu Yi is the son of a true king, and he has great luck to protect him!"

"If you want to get rid of him, you either have to risk your life! Or, you just have to be patient and wait for the opportunity!"

"Look at you like this, are you just like Chang Xiao before... who was deceived by Lu Yi's luck? You just want to send him out to go crazy and die?"

Following Zhenlei Zhenjun’s cold warning.

On the other hand, Yuan Xiao's face was stunned, and her eyes instantly flashed with horror.

Right now.

In the fighting arena in the palace, a series of terrifying sword sounds flashed out again.

Xing Xi, who was originally walking hastily and looking pale, now has a magic sword with the meaning of thunder and lightning in his hand.

At this time, Wan Qiu and his opponent had turned into two phantoms at the same time, constantly fighting each other with the bright swords in their hands.

Taking advantage of the sound of the two sword fighting in the field, Zhenlei Zhenjun even said calmly:

"This boy is very lucky, even if there is one less important figure behind him... he is not so restless!"

"If it can happen today, it will happen. If it doesn't happen... it's God's will!"

"When the wave takes a further step, we, the Purple Thunder Sect, will help another True King Embryo to fight with him on Earth Star."

"It is absolutely impossible for Mount Taishi to take the lead among the three hundred caves!"

As Lord Zhenglei finished speaking.

Xingxi and Wanqiu, who turned into two bright flashes of light below, seemed to have reached a crucial point in their fight.

Finally, after hitting several blazing spiritual lights with the magical sword in his hand.

However, the bodies of the two people are no longer as separated as they were when they were fighting swords just now.

Instead, they all showed an indomitable attitude of fighting for their lives, completely ignoring the oncoming terrifying magic sword.

What remains in his eyes is the ruthlessness of taking the other person's life.

……

At the same time, in the corner of the banquet hall.

As Wan Qiu and Xing Xi turned into two bright auras, they crashed towards each other.

Liang Shigu, who was vaguely looking at the battlefield, also looked stunned.

Before he could ask anything.

All movement within the shield has stopped.

The situation presented made his expression suddenly become complicated.

At this time, the book fairy next to him chuckled.

"What? Do you think this competition is not exciting enough?"

"When monks fight, they compete for magic weapons, supernatural powers, connections, and luck!"

"If you really have to fight with your life, victory or defeat will only happen in an instant!"

There was some amusement and weirdness in his eyes, and the Book Fairy continued to sigh:

"These two are both disciples of the Tianzong, and Na Xingxi was the direct disciple of Zhenjun before... His status in the Purple Thunder Sect is very important!"

"As for Wanqiu from Mount Taishi, I see the aura in his body... He is also a ruthless person who has reached the realm of self-destruction!"

"If time passes, these two people will most likely be the seeds of cultivation and the appearance of true kings!"

"But now..."

First, he held a silver pot and poured himself a cup, then the book fairy continued to smile and said:

"I can only be a chess piece and be manipulated by others!"

"It seems that only one of these two people can survive today."

"But it's possible... neither of them will survive."

Following the sigh of the fairy in the book.

Neither Liang Shigu nor Lin Yuee, who was sitting next to him, looked good.

Under the eyes of two people.

Late Autumn and Xingxi in the hair mask are exactly as the fairy in the book said.

...and perished together.

……

"Is this... perishing together?"

As the magic shield fell into silence for an instant.

Lu Yi just glanced at it and could almost clearly understand the situation.

Xingxi and Wanqiu are two powerful monks who have cultivated golden elixirs.

At this time, just like mortal soldiers, they waved the precious magic swords worth ten thousand gold in their hands at each other.

The last sword strike just now was a sword fight between each other's lives.

The luxurious magic sword with a faint purple color in Xing Xi's hand had passed straight through Wan Qiu's heart and out of her back.

However, the crystal jade sword in Wan Qiu's hand was swung past his neck.

On the head with messy bun, the eyes have gradually dimmed.

...and even rolled out more than ten steps away.

"Cough cough... cough cough..."

As Xingxi's dead-eyed head slowly rolled until it stopped.

Wan Qiu, whose heart was pierced by a sword, coughed twice before looking at the direction of Lu Yi and Xue Jiujing not far away.

Although the mouth was constantly overflowing with red blood, the look on his face was very happy.

"It seems... I was lucky enough to win half of the moves."

"..."

As he spoke, the light of joy that flashed in his eyes quickly dimmed.

Obviously, the sound just now was just a flashback... the sound of dying.

"Huh?"

As Lu Yi gradually sat upright.

Xue Jiujing beside him said with a dull expression:

"Although I have cultivated the golden elixir, but since I have cut off the realm... I have become a mortal body!"

"I'm just in a tire-casting environment, I can't bear such an injury."

"If Xingxi's body and head are separated, he will definitely die!"

"Wan Qiu was pierced through the heart by the thunder sword in his hand, and I'm afraid all the meridians in his body were washed away."

"Even if I manage to survive with the supreme medicine, I will be reduced to a useless person!"

As Xue Jiujing said these words.

Lu Yi frowned and said coldly:

"What? Could it be that the princess is worried about the pill and doesn't want to help?"

"..."

Maybe Lu Yi’s tone was unpleasant.

Xue Jiujing stared at him carefully before giggling:

"With the wealth I have in Taishi Mountain, it is not difficult to save a mere Wanqiu!"

"But..."

A pair of phoenix eyes glanced back and forth from Lu Yi, and Xue Jiujing said in a teasing tone:

"It seems that you like these little hooves quite a bit."

"In this way, rescuing her will be useful!"

"Otherwise she is just a useless person, and her life would be worse than death if she stayed in the mountains!!"

Having said that, Xue Jiujing's voice sounded lazily and spread throughout the banquet hall.

"You say it's just for fun, how come you're really making a splash?"

"Zhen Lei Zhenjun, the juniors didn't grasp the importance of things today... It's a bit ugly."

"What do you say?"

Faced with Xue Jiujing’s question.

Zhenlei Zhenjun didn't even hesitate for a moment, he let out a burst of hearty laughter and said:

"Mystical powers have no eyes, so it's normal to have some damage!"

"Xing Xi's death can only be blamed on his inferior skills!"

"What else is there to say?"

In his words, it seemed that Xingxi, whose body and head were in a different place, was not at all in mind.

And Xue Jiujing here is even more like taking the escalator to the apartment.

He just chuckled and said:

"Purple Thunder Sect is full of talents after all!"

"We at Taishi Mountain would not dare to lose a disciple like Wan Qiu easily!"

Xue Jiujing's chuckle was like a signal and an order.

Not only did the original magic shield on the battlefield disappear without a trace.

More than a dozen Taishi Mountain disciples with indifferent expressions poured out from all around, walking towards Wan Qiu who was barely standing... and had almost lost his breath.

"One sword pierced the heart, and all the meridians in the body were directly destroyed by the true purple thunder method!"

He seems to be extremely proficient in medicine.

The leading middle-aged woman just glanced at it and continued to give instructions in an orderly manner.

"First carry it back to the ship's pharmacy so that the wound can be cleaned. Then go to the treasure house to get a copy of Tianzihao's Good Fortune Ointment!"

As the middle-aged woman finished speaking.

The Taishi Mountain disciples who were following her all around were startled, with some confusion in their eyes.

There is a strict hierarchy in Taishi Mountain.

Taking it back to the pharmacy for treatment is nothing more than a trivial matter.

But the Tianzihao Creation Ointment in the treasure house... is a treasure that only the True Lord is qualified to use.

This Wan Qiu Mo said that he has reached the realm of self-destruction.

Even when I was still in the golden elixir realm, I was not qualified to use such a precious medicine.


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