Supreme Martial God Art

Chapter 530 Seeing the Tomb Keeper Again

Xue Jian's final momentum, catalyzed by the mad sword art, was fixed at the third level of the realm of enlightenment.

On the other hand, Linghu, at this moment, has been reduced to about the second level of Dao Enlightenment because of its weakening.

One and the other.

In terms of momentum, Linghu has been suppressed by Xue Jian.

Obviously, Linghu is the clearest about this feeling at this moment.

But Linghu was not afraid at all, with a pair of giant eyes staring at Xue Jian, never afraid.

Although it can't speak, its eyes already represent everything.

At this moment, Xue Jian's whole person is like a crazy devil.

Covered in hair and clothes without wind automatically.

This mad sword art is really worthy of being called a mad word.

Just from the look in Xue Jian's eyes, it can be seen that the momentum of his whole person has changed again at this moment.

There was nothing in his eyes except the mad killing and bloodshed.

"go to hell."

Sweeping a sword, in an instant, I saw that the power of this sword really has the aura to shake the world.

The entire Wanglongpo trembled slightly.

Under the coercion of the sword qi, even the air forcibly gave way.

Sharp and domineering slashed directly at the spirit fox.

This sword actually caused Wu Yun, who was far away, to be horrified.

This attack was not a little weaker than the palm that Qi Xiuyuan blasted out that day.

Terrible.

But even with such a terrifying blow, Linghu showed no fear at all.

Obviously it was already lost, but it still fought hard.

greeted.

boom!

A beam of energy spit out from Linghu's mouth.

It was bombarded with the terrifying sword energy of Xue Jian.

Just hear a bang.

In an instant, the entire Wanglong Slope shook violently.

Immediately after, a terrifying energy fluctuation spread out.

Like a stormy sea, a lot of the corpses on the ground were lifted off.

But there is no accident, Linghu was split into two halves directly under the impact of this sword energy.

Although it is transformed by energy, it can heal itself.

But being directly split into half is also a serious injury to the energy body.

Only Linghu's unwilling roar was left in the air, and gradually disappeared.

The most terrifying thing is.

The injuries Linghu suffered will be doubly applied to Bai Li'er.

At this moment, Bai Li'er was not yet to be split in half.

But she only heard a cry of pain, and it went soft to the ground.

His face was pale and blood was pouring from his mouth.

You don't need to think about it to know that her internal organs and meridians have suffered serious trauma.

I don't know if it hurt the demon pill.

If you hurt Yaodan again, you will be in trouble.

"Bai Li'er!"

Wu Yun let out a loud cry, enduring the severe pain in his body and wanted to go over to check on Bai Li'er's injury.

At this moment, Wu Yun's heart was beating fast.

He was extremely angry and extremely annoyed.

He was angry, angry at why he always encountered such terrifying powerhouses.

He was annoyed, annoyed at why his strength was so low, and he couldn't even protect the people around him, but instead asked others to protect him.

Various emotions are intertwined in the heart.

Reluctantly stood up and ran towards Bai Li'er.

But he just got up, but saw a figure appear in front of him.

It was Xue Jian.

At this moment, under the catalysis of the Wild Sword Art, Xue Jian has no emotion at all.

There is only endless killing.

In other words, as long as the creature alive in front of his eyes will die.

At this moment, Wu Yun became his target.

"Hmph, do you feel bad for that fox? Don't worry, I'll send you to hell to accompany her right away."

Xue Jian snorted coldly, and then directly raised his sword.

Wu Yun roared angrily regardless of the severe pain on his body: "You bastard, get away from me."

Suddenly, the Wuyu Star Plate came out of his hand and smashed towards Xue Jian.

Seeing this Martial Domain Star Plate, even Xue Jian under the Crazy Sword Art was stunned for a moment.

"It's actually an artifact, and it's another artifact."

Xue Jian shouted excitedly, "Wu Yun, you really are a cornucopia, you actually have two artifacts, well, since the golden bell of the demon feather has already belonged to me, I will treat this artifact as a gift from you. Death is good."

boom!

The long sword in Xue Jian's hand smashed together with Wu Yun's Martial Stars.

But no surprise, Xue Jian was only two steps back.

On the other hand, Wu Yun was directly knocked into the air, and fell to the ground only after tens of meters away.

Internal pain worsened again.

cough cough...

He coughed a few times, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

His face was pale, even to the point of no blood.

Xue Jian's two attacks had caused damage to its body to the point of life-threatening.

If the wounds are not healed in time, Wu Yun will face the baptism of death.

But at this moment, how could Xue Jian allow Wu Yun to heal.

The figure flashed and appeared in front of Wu Yun again like a ghost.

The appearance of those hairs made Wu Yun nauseous for a while.

But his eyes were still fixed on the Wuyu Star Plate in Wu Yun's hand.

"Hey, very good, it's another artifact, with these two artifacts in hand. It seems that my Xue family will replace the Martial Arts Academy sooner or later."

Then, Xue Jian's eyes turned to look at Wu Yun, and a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth.

The sword edge in his hand gradually lifted and stabbed directly towards Wu Yun's throat.

This sword, if there is no miracle, Wu Yun's head will be cut off directly.

His life, I am afraid, will be completely lost.

"Is this life over?"

Wu Yun asked himself.

At this moment, countless images flashed in his mind.

He himself had nothing to regret.

But I feel that there are too many people who are sorry.

Luo Yao, Xiao Jin, Bald-haired Bird, Bai Li'er, Bai Ling.

There are also relatives, friends, and elders in the Southern Continent who are looking forward to his return.

But everything is coming to an end, Xue Jian's strength is really terrible.

With just two moves, he didn't even have room to fight back.

Facing the sword that was stabbed by Xue Jian, Wu Yun just watched helplessly.

He didn't close his eyes, and he didn't compromise.

He was only full of unwillingness, resentment, and dissatisfaction.

Xue Jian's arrogant laughter sounded in his ears.

"Hahahaha... hate me? Dissatisfied? In the next life, wait for you to come back and kill me."

Seeing that the sword is about to strike.

Wu Yun even felt that the sword edge had touched the skin on his throat.

Even if it went down for half a minute, Wu Yun was definitely dead.

But it happened at this critical moment.

But found that the sword never moved half a minute.

Including Xue Jian's body.

The picture seems to be frozen.

One person, one sword, just standing there, motionless.

Wu Yun was surprised and said to himself, "What's going on?"

"Cough, cough, cough..."

At this moment, not far away, there were muffled coughing sounds.

A rickety old man staggering, leaning on crutches.

Step by step, walk slowly.

Seeing this person, Wu Yun's pupils suddenly tightened.

It is the Martial Arts Academy, the tomb keeper, Du Xingning!

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