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Chapter 331 The Fall of the Human Sword

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    The battle was originally going very smoothly. Even if the ferocious Ten Death Soldiers appeared, there was no threat. As long as they overcame their fear of the ugly monsters, it would not be difficult for the four heavyweight swordsmen to defeat the Ten Death Soldiers. However, they never expected that the Immortal Cultivator would directly  Intervene, and also use the method of sneak attack and assassination.

    Bailisha, who had defeated his opponent without any injuries, was severely injured and his life and death were unknown. The right-wing swordsman also died, leaving only Ying Fang, Yin Shun, and two unknown swordsmen.

    Ying Fang fought hard against his opponent. If the opponent didn't think he was sure of victory and had a cat-and-mouse mentality, Ying Fang and the last two swordsmen would have died long ago, waiting for Yin Shun to wake up.

    At this moment, facing the arrogant and cruel opponent, Yin Shun, who regained consciousness, fell into madness. He carried all the swords of his dead comrades on his back and madly launched a counterattack against the arrogant and powerful enemy.

    However, the enemy is a monk, and the blood gun is a magic weapon.  Even if Yin Shun risked his life, it would be difficult to close the gap between the two.

    The blood gun poured out a basin of blood and was about to engulf Yin Shun. This was the magical power of the 'blood gun covering the sky'.

    Yin Shun originally wanted to rush over and fight, but Ying Fang knew that it would be impossible to fight, because he saw with his own eyes that the swordsmen who were hit by this move were cut into two pieces.  So he risked his life and used the flash that he could only use once in his life to push Yin Shun away, but he was hit by the blood gun that covered the sky.

    "Ah!" As Ying Fang screamed, one of his legs was hit. The blood from the wound was absorbed by the blood gun, and the two legs flew away like a broken thread.

    Yin Shun only knew the danger, but he was not idle when he was pushed away just now. He threw out an iron sword with his hand.

    The monk did not notice that the sword had pierced the body's protective magic.  When he realized something was wrong, he looked down and saw the weapon piercing his shoulder, and was stunned for a moment.

    Because this is unreasonable. I am a cultivator. How can the other party hurt me?  He obviously forgot that he was just a monk in the alchemy stage, and a mortal's iron sword and divine will were enough to break through the opponent's magic power.

    Yin Shun, who was bent on revenge, unknowingly activated his divine will and hurt his enemy with his flying sword.

    "You just hurt me?" Obviously he didn't expect to be hurt, his voice was trembling, and he took out a jade bottle from his arms and was about to eat it.

    How could Yin Shun let him take medicine to heal his injuries? He drew his sword from behind again and rushed forward.

    The monk was shocked and was about to dodge. At this time, the two swordsmen behind him rushed forward and hugged the enemy's legs to prevent him from escaping.

    When you become a monk, you forget about the power of mortals. Firstly, you didn¡¯t expect that mortals can hurt yourself. Secondly, you never expected that mortals would dare to fight back at this time.

    First, someone risked his or her life to protect the most powerful swordsman, and now someone else risked his or her life to create attack opportunities for his teammates.

    "You mortals are looking for death?!" Angrily, he stabbed the blood gun and killed the opponent holding his legs first. This was his biggest miscalculation, because it wasted precious time against the enemy.

    Just when the monk wanted to regain his freedom, Yin Shun was already in front of him. The opportunity created by his comrades with their lives must not be missed, because there will not be a second time.

    Yin Shun waved his arms wildly, and the sword shadows flapped like a chaotic rain, causing the enemy's protective magic to flicker.

    Bang, the sword shattered.

    He couldn¡¯t stop, he had to chop the opponent to death, so he drew out the iron sword from his back and continued to slash. Both his left and right arms lost consciousness, but he still couldn¡¯t stop.

    "Haha, I was unprepared just now. Now I have protected my body with ten layers of magic power. You can't even think of breaking my body protection magic power." The monk said arrogantly. In his opinion, Yin Shun had chopped off two arms and chopped them into pieces.  Ten iron swords are in vain.

    However, just as the monk finished speaking, a stream of blood, two streams of blood blood spurted out of him like a spring.

    How can this be?

    The monk was shocked. How could a mortal injure himself with just a normal attack?  This is impossible.

    This is of course possible. He obviously doesn¡¯t know how the mortal soldiers fought against the immortals with higher cultivation levels in the Battle of the Gods.  Having a sense of superiority during the mere pill formation stage is simply courting death.

    "Ah!" Yin Shun slashed the last sword frantically, and the blade passed from the enemy's left shoulder to the right abdomen, directly cutting off the monk's soul and sending him to the six realms of reincarnation.

    The monk died unwillingly.

    Yin Shun, who defeated the monk, also fell straight to the ground and passed out. He was squeezed dry and there was no drop of consciousness left.

    The battle on the right wing ended and the battle of the front army began. Feng Shiwu fought all the way to the center of the formation and met three priests.

    Eight Yaozi did not expect that his junior brother would be beheaded. He looked very ugly and said viciously: "You worthless guy, I need to take action personally for such a trivial matter." "That's all, that's all.Let me personally meet this Qi Kingdom's number one swordsman. Third Junior Brother, you look at her.  "

    Eight Yaozi left his third junior brother behind and entered the Nine Poison Formation himself.

    "You continue to maintain the formation, leave this guy to me." Yaoyaozi appeared in the center of the formation, directly facing the front army headed by Feng Shiwu.

    Feng Shiwu only felt that the other party was full of strange aura.

    ??????????????????? Eighty-year-old son is already in the Bigu stage, and he looks down on these mortals at all. He just waved his hand, and all the swordsmen around Feng Shiwu had their arms cut off by the invisible magic power, and they could no longer hold their swords.

    Killing people can only be done with a nod of the head, but Yaozi did not kill them, but took away the most important right arm of the swordsman, and his heart was to be killed.

    Feng Shiwu knew that his opponent was not an ordinary person. His ability to cut off hands in the air was beyond the understanding of ordinary people. The opponent was a monster.  However, since the opponent did not break his arm, it was obviously giving him a chance. Toyo Shiwu did not hesitate and slowly raised his sword to prepare for the battle.

    "Come on." Yaozi said disdainfully. In his opinion, this was just a boring game.

    "There is a full moon behind the curtain." The Fengshi Martial Sword greeted him and came out. The sword was like a full moon, covering the enemy.

    However, Yaoyaozi only responded with the index finger of his right hand, which can be said to be Hong Guoguo's contempt. He looked down on Feng Shiwu, the best swordsman in the Qi Kingdom: "Do you know why I only cut off their arms?" Yaoyaozi asked and answered to himself: "  Because I want them to live to witness the disastrous defeat of the number one swordsman of Qi State, and then spread the news to disgrace your Qi State."

    Toyo Shitake's wonderful sword move was blocked by the enemy with one finger. He knew that the gap between the enemy and us was as big as clouds and mud, but at this time he could only go all out, and the sword moves continued.

    ??The sun is broken by clouds, and the fog is gathered in the cold river. One by one, there is no way to reverse it.

    But Feng Shiwu still didn¡¯t stop.

    "Haha, I'll give you a chance to use all of "Qi Yun Sword Song". Now there is only one last move, "Wind of the Great Country". See if you can hurt one of my fingers. If you can't, then wait a while.  It's the day you die." Yaozi gave the last chance.

    Feng Shiwu said coldly: "I won't let you down." After saying that, he closed his eyes, and what he had learned in his life appeared in his mind. I am afraid that the next step will be the last sword in his life. He must not embarrass Qi State.  Nor can he live up to his lifelong study of swordsmanship.

    "The style of a great country is as grand as the Qi Dynasty." Feng Shiwu condensed his life's essence and turned it into the last sword.

    The style of a great country!

    Yaozi just looked at the bright sword light indifferently. Even if Feng Shiwu understood the military solution at this moment, he would not be able to hurt him in the slightest. After all, the opponent is just a mortal swordsman. No matter how talented he is, he will not understand the sharpness of an immortal.  I have given the other party the last chance, so the next step is my turn, and I will kill the other party bit by bit.

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