Eight hundred and twentieth chapters a sword through the throat
Mo Ying first appeared, and the sword light flew up, piercing Bingyi's hands holding the door curtain.
Bingyi was alert and retreated without turning his head, but it was too late. The sword light touched the back of Bingyi's hand, causing blood to flow like a stream.
Fortunately, the injury was not a critical one.
Bingyi endured the pain and quickly erected a transparent ice wall in front of his body, then walked back to gain a chance to breathe.
He shook off the blood on the back of his hand and saw a figure that looked like an ink painting appearing on the opposite side of the ice wall. He had a sword in his hand, but he couldn't see what he looked like.
"Who are you?!" Bingyi looked at Mo Ying and asked shyly.
Mo Ying leaned down and said, "Anyone who offends my demonic inn will be punished no matter how far away!"
After the words fell, Mo Ying rushed forward, the ice wall cracked with the sound, and the sword shadow chased Bing Yi's throat.
Bingyi wanted to continue to retreat, but was unable to come as fast as the sword shadow. In desperation, he rolled away like a donkey.
But it also left traces of emanations floating in the air, telling the story of Bingyi's embarrassment.
If it were normal, Bingyi would be embarrassed in such a miserable state, but now, the glimpse of death pierced by the sword shadow made him tremble.
You know, when he went deep into the land of chaos to retrieve Zhu Yin, he was not so scared.
Bingyi did not dare to fight, so he stood up and jumped, flying vertically towards the large hole he had knocked out.
All he wanted now was to quickly jump to the roof and take two dragon carriages to leave this weird inn.
When he came, his white clothes were like clouds, when he left, the wind blew away the lingering clouds, and Bingyi was really in a miserable state.
But Mo Ying didn't let him go. Mo Ying changed and turned into a sketching ink mark, chasing after Bingyi when he was about to jump onto the roof.
The sword shadow reappeared, tearing Bingyi's white clothes to pieces. When Bingyi desperately jumped onto the roof and ran towards the dragon chariot, Mo Ying also chased him to the roof.
Under the blue sky, white sun, and the scorching sun, the "swish, swish, swish" sword shadows kept flashing, and from time to time, Bingyi's screams or groans or cries of pain could be heard.
The roof was smashed into a sieve. Liu Liu and the others looked up and saw strips of white cloth falling from the hole, occasionally stained with blood.
"You, you, who are you!" Bingyi no longer had the ferocity, arrogance and elegance of yesterday. Just hearing the voice, you could tell that he was scared out of his wits.
Mo Ying did not answer, but stood on the side of the roof opening, pointing his sword at Bingyi opposite.
By the time Bingyi realized something was wrong and wanted to escape, it was already too late.
The sword in Mo Ying's hand made a sharp blow.
No one can describe the brilliance and brilliance of this sword, and no one can describe the speed of this sword.
If Mo Ying's sword made Bing Yi unable to dodge just now, now Mo Ying's sword does not allow Bing Yi to dodge the thought.
The number of gods in heaven and on earth who can withstand this sword can be counted on two hands.
The moment the lightning-fast sword thrust out, Bingyi knew that he was already a god of death.
A sword passed through his throat.
After their bodies intertwined, Mo Ying stopped.
He turned around, sheathed his sword, and performed a throat-slitting salute to the hillside to the east. Then he was blown by the wind, turned into a wisp of smoke, fell into the inn, and returned to the carvings on the wall.
Until this moment, Bingyi was still standing firmly on the roof.
His eyes were inexplicably horrified, and he muttered, "Kill, god-killer!?"
No one gave him an answer, and Bingyi couldn't wait for the answer.
The fire in his eyes extinguished, and he fell down, landing in the lobby of the inn with a "thud".
Zhu Yin's right-hand man, Bing Yi, who once traveled to the Land of Chaos and was in charge of the world's river gods, and the world-famous master of the river gods, died in an inexplicable way in the inn.
"Roar", the two dragons pulled the gorgeous car and hovered in the air for a moment, roared to the sky, and then plunged into the lake.
Not just the inn, the whole town was quiet for a moment, and then burst into earth-shattering laughter.
They never imagined that Bingyi, who was killing people so much that they could not breathe, would be killed by a black shadow like this.
Ignoring the laughter outside, Yu Shiyu approached the word "sword" on the wall and said excitedly: "Good, good, good sword!"
The word "sword" is written in cursive script, written in one breath, with a sharp edge. A burst of sword energy hits Yu Shiyu's face, stirring Yu Shiyu's heartstrings.
She reached out to touch the word "sword". As soon as she touched it, her hand hurt, and the sword energy pierced her hand.
"Hiss, what a sharp sword energy." Yu Shiyu said.
She has been studying the swordsmanship left by her father these days, and she has a lot of experience in these swordsmanship, so she can see the sword meaning in this "word" at a glance.
Although the sword intention here is not as profound and sophisticated as the sword intention left behind by my father, the sword intention in the words is fast enough!
The speed is so fast that it shakes the world, makes ghosts and gods cry, and the end of the world is so close in an instant.
Perhaps there is no sword in the world that is faster than the sword meaning in this word.
"What, what is this word?" Yu Shiyu turned around and asked Liu Liu.
In her opinion, the meaning of the sword in this word is the work of nature and is not the property of gods or humans.
"Quick copybook." Liu Liu said to Yu Shiyu after Yu Sheng answered.
"Quick copybook?" Yu Shiyu looked at the words on the wall. She was in a trance for a moment, as if she was between heaven and earth, and a fast sword was arrogant in front of her.
"Okay, okay", Yu Shiyu nodded, "It's really fast enough!"
Liu Liu didn't know what she meant. She took Yu Sheng's reminder and hurried out of the inn, clapped her hands and called the workers over.
"Okay, everyone has seen that the crisis in Frozen End has been resolved, and now everyone can work with peace of mind." Liu Liu said while standing on the steps.
The workers promised loudly that even if they were driven away now, they would not leave. Bing Yi, the Lord of the River God, also died here. Is there any safer place in the world than here?
Seeing the workers walking toward the stone bridge with great enthusiasm, Liu Liu hurriedly called them back.
She pointed to the roof that was riddled with holes and said, "Now there is a place where we need more care."
The workers suddenly understood, divided their work, and rushed over to help clean up the mess in the inn.
While they were in full swing, no one noticed that a witchcraft danced in the grass at the foot of the hillside where Mo Ying had just cut his throat.
He didn't bother to dust himself off, plucked the yellow leaves and dead grass from his head, staggered to the road, got on his horse, whipped the horse hard, and galloped towards Yangzhou.
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In Yangzhou, some rumors spread rapidly in the city, and by the time Jin Yiwei noticed it, it was already too late.
Believers from the witch monastery gathered together and led the agitated people, who were in constant panic due to the iceberg, onto the streets.
Starting from Xicheng and Nancheng, they chanted the slogan "Ask the Witch Court to take over and protect Yangzhou's peace" and continued to gather towards the square in the center of the city.
At the same time, many people gathered in the square.
These people stood in the audience, listening to the cry of the Wu Yuan desolate warriors: "If you don't bow to Bingyi, Lingshan and Yangzhou will coexist and perish."
"The Emperor of Heaven is the God of Spirits and the Heaven and Earth of the world. It is my unshirkable responsibility, Lingshan, to protect the world and keep it safe!"
"Now that we are facing a powerful enemy, Bing Yi can turn his hands into clouds and turn his hands into rain. It will only take an instant to destroy our Yangzhou. But please don't worry!"
"The Emperor of Heaven will not abandon everyone, nor will the witch academy abandon everyone. Even if there is only one person left in the battle, our witch academy will not take a step back."
"I swear to live and die with Yangzhou!" the barbaric soldiers raised their arms and shouted.
"Swear to live and die with Yangzhou!" the crowd shouted like a tsunami.