Once this idea arises, it will circle in Ji Wuxin¡¯s mind and never go away.
"No, I can't let you die so easily. I will never be willing to do it until you are cut into pieces." Ji Wuxin suddenly pulled out the gleaming knife: "I want to chop off your head with my own hands and comfort Jiuquanxia." "Loneliness"
The quicksand all over the sky stopped at this moment. In the desperate situation, Zhao Zongyang suddenly felt his head loosen. After struggling desperately, he finally moved up half an inch, not only exposing his entire head, but also shrugging his shoulders.
But this seems to be in vain. He is still submerged by the quicksand of heaven and cannot move. At this time, let alone the worldly peak like Ji Wuxin, even a random person can do whatever he wants to him.
Of course, if the cultivation level is low, it will not cause any substantial harm, it will only be equivalent to scratching an itch.
But Ji Wuxin obviously does not belong to the level of tickling. He holds a short knife and stands facing the wind. In the cold wind, his clothes are fluttering, like a solidified sculpture, looking extremely majestic.
What is particularly eye-catching is the short knife in his hand. It is different from ordinary weapons at first glance. The blade is shining with golden light, reflecting the pattern of a soaring dragon, which is full of shock.
"If you can die under the flowing gold blade, you have lived your life in vain." Ji Wuxin gently touched the blade and said with great arrogance: "The flowing gold blade is the masterpiece of Ou Guang, a generation of weapon refining master. In order to pursue perfection, It was perfect. He would recast the sword every three days, and it took more than a hundred years to temper it a total of 9,999 times. Until the moment before his death, it can be said that he He spent his whole life just to refine this sword. Rather than saying that this sword is the glory of his life, it is better to say that it is his life's mission.
"This knife condensed his life's hard work, and also recorded the time of his life. This knife that carried his years was named Liujin Blade by him."
Only for one knife in your life? What kind of perversion is this? Those masters always make it difficult for the world to understand, and they have become idiots in a certain field.
Zhao Zongyang was very amazed at the origin of this knife. Just by looking at the light of this knife, it was absolutely extraordinary and much stronger than his own Flame Blade.
This is also inevitable. A master spends his whole life refining a knife. You can imagine how perfect this knife is.
"Times are flowing like gold. They were taken away by ruthless blades. It was your years. What was harvested was your time. Zhao Zongyang. Your life has come to an end and you have to die."
The quicksand stopped, the violent wind stopped, the sky returned to blue, and the empty space was so quiet that the flow of time could not be felt. But in this silence, the golden light emitted by the flowing golden blade made people feel a sense of exhaustion. The ultimate bloom after glitz
It is blooming, it is despair, as if life has reached its final reflection
Ji Wuxin walked forward slowly step by step, looking down at Zhao Zongyang who was buried in quicksand and could not move at all. He had a cruel smile on his face.
Suddenly, he looked up to the sky and roared: "Lonely, my father has avenged you, and you are waiting for your enemy under the Nine Springs."
Then, he swung the knife and slashed directly at Zhao Zongyang's neck exposed outside the quicksand.
At this time, Zhao Zongyang could not move at all, with just one head exposed, as if he was trapped in a torture car and was beheaded. He seemed so helpless to fight back and could only wait silently for death.
With Ji Wuxin's cultivation, he estimated that as long as he used 10% of his energy, he would be able to chop off Zhao Zongyang's head; but the huge hatred made him hold back nothing, exerting all his strength, and struck hard on Zhao Zongyang's head. On Zhao Zongyang¡¯s neck
The golden light flashed dazzlingly, drawing a dazzling rainbow in the sky
With a "clang" sound, the blade struck hard on the silkworm clothes at Zhao Zongyang's collar.
At this moment, Ji Wuxin is waiting for the scene where Zhao Zongyang's head is moved. He can even foresee that the blood spurting scene is the price of revenge for killing his son.
But he was not prepared to let Zhao Zongyang die easily. He also wanted to dig up Zhao Zongyang's body, chop it into pieces one by one, chop it with nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine cuts, completely tear it into pieces and add the head. That was the name. A veritable corpse cut into thousands of pieces
If you still can't vent your anger, boil the minced meat in a big pot, eat half of it yourself, and keep the other half to commemorate your dead son.
The follow-up design was very detailed, but what Ji Wuxin didn't expect was that when the sword was struck, not only did the head move as imagined, the swift and violent attack seemed to have been rebounded by something, hitting him hard. on the body
You must know that it was a strike with all his strength and without any reservation. He was a master of shock level.?, the power of a single blow from the pinnacle of the secular world is so huge that it is really unimaginable.
With only attack and no defense, even he couldn't bear the shocking attack power and immediately fell to his knees with a snap.
"Wow", he covered his chest, bent down, and spit out a mouthful of blood
That shocking momentum also disappeared in this moment.
The quicksand that buried Zhao Zongyang alive disappeared out of thin air, and Zhao Zongyang regained his freedom.
But now he couldn¡¯t stand still, so he sat down on the ground, gasping for air, and felt an unbearable pain.
The skills of Destiny Enhancement and Source of Pain were actually activated with Ji Wuxin's direct attack, but it seemed that they had not accumulated enough power, making him unable to get up or down. He felt like he was hanging in mid-air, and his whole body was sore and weak. , may fall down at any time
Even so, a feeling of surviving a catastrophe still came to my mind: ***, if the boy from Dongfang Xing hadn¡¯t arrived in time this time, the Marquis would have really succeeded in his death wish.
This Tiancanyi is really a life-saving thing. Although it is as thin as a cicada's wing, it can even block the attack of Ji Wuxin, a worldly peak. Well, he is a worldly peak, but Tiancanyi should be at the demigod level, plus he has some Although the cultivation level of Gen level masters is much lower than that of Ji Wuxin, they can resist it to some extent. Otherwise, the gap in cultivation level is too big and no treasures will be able to control it.
However, he still touched the collar lightly with some fear, and unexpectedly felt that the extremely tough Tiancanyi had also been scratched with a shallow cut, and it was almost cut. This made him secretly stunned: This golden blade , not a vegetarian either.
"What kind of magic is this?" Ji Wuxin held on and stood up. The blood on the corner of his mouth showed that he was seriously injured. He should run away quickly for recuperation, but he could no longer care about this. His life was already put aside. There is only one thought in my mind: revenge
It¡¯s not just my son¡¯s hatred, but now I also have the shame I just suffered.
Suffering such a serious injury is an unprecedented humiliation for him, the number one master in the empire. Especially when facing an opponent with such an obvious gap in cultivation and no ability to fight back, it makes him feel humiliated in every possible way.
He has made up his mind, even if his life is lost, he will cut Zhao Zongyang into pieces
¡°Moreover, he has this confidence. Isn¡¯t that brat lying on the ground, dying?
"Suffering Death" dragging his seriously injured body, Ji Wuxin burst out all the life energy in his body, jumped up high, fell heavily, and pressed down on Zhao Zongyang with the force of thunder.
The golden flowing gold blade flashed a dazzling light in the air and struck Zhao Zongyang hard on the chest.
Only offense, no defense
With a "tear" sound, a shallow crack appeared in the extremely tough Tiancanyi.
"The destiny enhancement skill is activated, the source of pain is activated, you will endure double the pain and gain double the energy"
With a loud "bang", Ji Wuxin received an unprecedented powerful impact. His whole body was suddenly thrown high back and then fell down again, like a kite with its string broken.
The attack he received this time was not only a reflection of his own fatal blow, but also a double counterattack from Zhao Zongyang
This level of attack has already exceeded the limit of the world. It is far beyond what a human-level master can withstand. Even a demigod-level one may have to weigh it carefully.
Ji Wuxin fell to the ground. He couldn't feel any strength in his whole body. He couldn't even hold his fist tightly. He only felt that his life force was flying away. It was obvious that he had reached the point where his life was running out.
It¡¯s unimaginable that it would end like this
Zhao Zongyang was also exhausted at this time, but he could still stand up with barely enough support.
Slowly walked up to Ji Wuxin, Zhao Zongyang sat on the ground, easily took the Golden Blade from Ji Wuxin's hand, and looked at it with great admiration.
"How is it possible? I am not willing to accept it." Ji Wuxin did not lose his soul. What showed in his eyes was dissatisfaction and unwillingness.
"If you are unwilling, you can only blame yourself. If you bury the Marquis alive properly, nothing will happen. Don't you know that humiliating your opponent is often the stupidest behavior?" Zhao Zongyang said clearly, In fact, I am humiliating my opponent now
He just wanted to provoke Ji Wuxin deliberately and make the empire's top master die in anger and helplessness. The more he died with his eyes open, the happier he would be.
As expected, Ji Wuxin was so angry that she vomited another mouthful of blood: "This is not your true strength, it is a miracle. God is unfair."
"Justice belongs to oneself"Take it, otherwise how can God help you? "Zhao Zongyang suddenly said with great pride: "If I hadn't persisted until the last moment and never gave up, there would never have been any miracles."
What he said is indeed the truth. If he hadn't struggled hard and exposed his entire neck, and also exposed the sandy surface of the collar, otherwise, once the golden blade cuts on the flesh, everything will be over.
Of course there is an element of luck in this, but there is one sentence that Zhao Zongyang has always believed in:
Those who help themselves will receive God¡¯s help (To be continued)
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