Chapter 1565: The powerful Confucian sword and son
The Confucian Sword Saint stared at a void of space and smiled coldly.
call out!
A blade of light, no one knew when it was struck, had already flown to that void.
Bang!
The space within a radius of one foot was directly split in half, and turbulent flow flowed out of the space.
Yang Xiaoxie and Yueyang Shan quickly retreated in two directions, one on the left and the other on the right.
Just now, that sword light struck the gap between the two of them.
Otherwise, they would probably be dead now.
"It's true that love is deep and righteous. In order to save you, Li Xieyun was killed by me twice here.
Now in order to save him, you actually ran back again.
Just in time, let me serve it in one pot!"
The Confucian Sword Saint laughed heartily.
He took one step and his body turned into a train.
Whoosh!
No one could see his movements clearly, and he had already appeared behind Yang Xiaoxie.
"careful!"
Yueyang Mountain struck out a palm towards the Holy Son of Confucian Swordsman. The power of the palm was as majestic as the waves of the river and the ocean.
The Confucian Sword Saint sneered and blew out a breath of Gang Qi from his mouth. This powerful palm movement was dissolved into the void by him.
Yang Xiaoxie held a dagger in his hand, and with a stern look on his face, he stabbed backwards.
when.
The Confucian Sword Saint caught the dagger.
Click.
With a slight exertion, the dagger shattered into pieces.
"You can die first."
The Confucian Sword Saint Son exhaled another strong breath.
The Gang Qi was like a knife, extremely sharp, and it slashed horizontally towards Yueyang Mountain.
Chi!
Yueyang Mountain was caught off guard and was split into two halves. He fell to the ground, blood spilled all over the ground, and he was too dead to die.
The Confucian Sword Saint didn't even look at Yueyang Mountain.
In his eyes, a junior warrior in the holy realm was just like an ant, not even qualified to let him take a look.
"Don't move around. You will be killed by me sooner or later. There is no need to rush."
The Confucian Sword Saint stared at Yang Xiaoxie and placed a palm on her shoulder.
A rune lit up, and the energy in Yang Xiaoxie was completely sealed.
Whoosh!
The Confucian Sword Saint took Yang Xiaoxie and fell into the middle of the lake.
Chi.
A ray of sword light passed through the side of Yang Xiaoxie's neck, and blood slowly flowed out.
"If you want to kill me, be ruthless.
Such a mother-in-law, this is not the style of your Confucian Sword Saint Son."
Yang Xiaoxie said sarcastically.
The Confucian Sword Saint smiled faintly, not caring at all.
"Since you dare to come, you should have thought that I would not kill you so easily.
I will kill you slowly, slowly enough to drive Li Xieyun crazy."
The Confucian Sword Saint looked around.
"Li Xieyun, you are a man, please use your resurrection method to come out to me.
Otherwise, just watch your woman die in front of you!"
Yang Xiaoxie's face was filled with sadness.
The Confucian Sword Saint doesn't know, but she knows it very well.
Brother Xie Yun, I'm afraid he will never be resurrected again.
If she chooses to come here again, she has already decided, or she will leave with Brother Xieyun.
Or, sleep here together with Brother Xieyun.
Looking at the current situation, the final result should be the latter.
Two lines of clear tears flowed down Yang Xiaoxie's face.
"I was the one who harmed you. If I hadn't been caught, you wouldn't have needed to come back to save me.
That way, you don't have to die.
In this life, I have hurt you.
In the next life, as a slave and a maid, I will definitely pay you back what I owe you."
Yang Xiaoxie roared in his heart.
The blood on her neck had stained the clothes around her waist red.
"It seems that you are not ready to come out.
Li Xieyun, you are really a coward."
There was a mocking smile on the corner of Confucian Sword Saint Son's mouth.
In his opinion, Li Xieyun was afraid of death and did not dare to be resurrected.
The so-called deep love and righteousness, at the moment of life and death, are just a big joke after all.
In this case, the Confucian Sword Saint is not in a hurry, and just watching a beautiful woman who believes in love slowly pass away in front of him seems to be a good thing.
The so-called love, friendship, and even family affection ceased to exist from the moment he became the Son of God.
Even the first-generation Holy Sons, who grew up close together, eventually embarked on the path of killing each other?
At this moment, he heard a chirping sound, and the Confucian Sword Saint Son felt pain in his back, and blood splattered.
But he reacted very quickly, and when the dagger only penetrated his body less than half an inch, the protective energy in his body had fully exerted its power.
when!
The dagger shattered into powder.
The Confucian Sword Saint didn't look back, he just slapped him back with a palm!
Bang!
A figure flew out and fell to the ground with a crash, creating a big crater.
"It's you! You're not dead yet?
How is this possible?"
The Confucian Sword Saint's eyes were full of surprise.
With a movement of his body, he appeared in front of the person who attacked him.
This person is none other than Yueyang Mountain who was split in half by him just now!
Yueyang Shan had just spat out a large mouthful of blood, and even his chin was stained red. He struggled to stand up, but felt a numbness on the back of his neck. He had already been lifted up by the Confucian Sword Saint.
"No wonder, I said, why did Li Xieyun and Mo Jingyun suddenly learn the art of feigning death!
It seems that it is you who is causing trouble.
Such a heaven-defying technique, in your hands, is like a pearl covered in dust."
The Confucian Sword Saint finally reacted.
The ones who truly mastered the art of suspended animation were not Mo Jingyun and Li Xieyun, but the man in front of them.
No wonder he dared to risk his death to help Li Xieyun and the others rescue Yang Xiaoxie, and he dared to accompany Yang Xiaoxie back here even though he knew he would die.
It turns out that it is not that he is not afraid of death, but that he will not die at all!
At least, he won't die so easily.
The art of suspended animation is simply too mysterious.
This kind of skill should be in the hands of his Confucian Sword Saint!
"May I have your name?"
On the right hand of the Confucian Sword Saint Son, light bloomed, and a rune poured out, sealing the energy of Yueyang Mountain's whole body.
Yueyang Shan smiled coldly.
"I won't change my name when I'm working, and I won't change my surname when I sit down. This is the case in Yueyang Mountain!
If you have the ability, kill me!
Oh, I almost forgot, you can't kill me!
Hahaha……"
Yueyang Shan laughed, as if laughing at the Confucian Sword Saint would make him feel happier.
Chi!
The Confucian Sword Saint made a slash with his left hand, and Yueyang Shan's arm was chopped off.
"So, I'm not planning to kill you.
At least, I won't kill you until I know the secret of your suspended animation technique.
But, I can torture you.
I will take possession of your hands and feet and seal you in a jar, so that you will not be able to escape or die.
Until you surrender the art of suspended animation, I will torture you in every possible way.
Not only the body, but also the soul!
I will make you suffer to the point where you beg me to kill you!
I just don’t know how long you can hold on?
I guess you can last three months, what do you think?"
The smile of the Confucian Sword Saint was extremely ferocious.
Yueyang Shan's whole face was twitching, and his whole body was soaked in cold sweat.
No matter how many times I calculated, I didn't calculate this.
This Confucian Sword Saint is so perverted.
I am not afraid of death, but I am afraid of death!
Of course, if you are afraid of returning, Yueyang Mountain will not give in.
He was about to angrily scold the eighteenth generation of Confucian Sword Saint Son's ancestors when a very familiar voice suddenly rang in the sky.