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Chapter 4773

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The current Di Qing did not even have the ability to protect himself. Even if he faced some top cultivators, he did not have the slightest chance of victory.

Therefore, he hated the feeling of having his fate in the hands of others. If Jian Wushuang was defeated, they would all be buried with him without exception.

Di Qing's originally calm heart was now somewhat nervous.

He could only barely use ten percent of the derivation force. This was indeed a little troublesome for Jian Wushuang, but with the sword intent, it was more than enough to deal with Cui Jing.

A dragon of derivation force appeared between Cui Jing's arms, and then he suddenly pushed his fists forward.

There were a total of four dark-yellow dragons of derivation force, and they grew dozens of meters in length. Sharp teeth grew out of their mouths, and if one was bitten, one would definitely be severely injured.

Seeing this, Chen Qing and the others, who had originally thought that victory was in their hands, became somewhat nervous. After all, Jian Wushuang was the most seriously injured, and had not recovered at all.

The four dragons, carrying dense blood qi, seemed to have walked out of a sea of blood, and rushed forward.

Jian Wushuang suddenly moved. He suddenly took half a step back, and the real sword in his hand stretched forward, and a clear sound came from the tip of the sword.

At the same time, layers of long ripples surged out from the tip of the sword, blocking all the blood qi that rushed over.

However, this level of sword intent was already unable to stop Cui Jing's attack.

The dark-yellow dragons directly tore apart the ripples, and all of them opened their mouths full of strange teeth, and bit down on Jian Wushuang.

However, when Jian Wushuang retreated, his figure did not stop. Instead, he turned and ran with his sword, without the slightest awareness of confrontation.

Seeing this scene, everyone's eyebrows twitched, and their expressions became strange.

Although there was nothing wrong with dodging the attack, turning around and running away would be too unsightly …

Seeing this, Cui Jing became even more excited. His originally cautious and grave gaze began to be disdainful.

It seemed that this soft persimmon was really chosen correctly.

A total of four dark-yellow dragons failed to bite down on Jian Wushuang, and crashed into the ground and shattered.

Cui Jing stepped forward, and his right hand formed an eight-foot-long staff with derivation force, and smashed it forward.

Jian Wushuang, who was sprinting with his sword, circled around the pillars of the palace.

"Coward who hides his head but shows his tail, hurry up and fight with your Grandpa Cui fair and square!" said Cui Jing with a hideous grin as he smashed a hole in one of the palace pillars with his stick.

Jian Wushuang ignored him, as if he had no intention of fighting him.

Just like that, the two of them chased each other around the Ancient Solitude Hall.

Chen Qing and the others broke out in cold sweat. Di Qing was even more nervous. He did not want to die on the spot after the True Fate Reincarnation.

On the other hand, the young guard looked at Jian Wushuang with hatred, as if he wanted Jian Wushuang to be captured and killed on the spot.

"Damned guy, I only hate that I can't kill you with my own hands right now!" The young guard said in a low voice, "When I recover, it will be your death date!"

Sitting on the throne again, Consort Sha calmly watched the farce-like battle without saying a word.

At some point in time, she was holding a scepter wrapped in faint blood energy in her right hand.

At the top of the scepter, there was a ghastly skull.

The skull was lustrous and was constantly soaked in blood energy, as if it could grow flesh and blood at any time and come alive.

The karma that a woman with a Great Massacre Calamity on her was quite terrifying. Even an ordinary Derived Immortal would not be willing to come into contact with her.

Moreover, the top cultivators under her were also extremely depraved. They were addicted to killing innocent living beings and were already soaked in karma and Great Massacre Calamity that could not be erased.

The so-called Great Massacre Calamity was a kind of extremely mysterious karma. No one could detect it and it was almost impossible to eliminate it.

When one carried the Great Massacre Calamity, it meant that there was a crack in one's heart. This was fatal to Derived Immortals and could not be touched.

And all of this was what Jian Wushuang noticed the moment he stepped into the Sand Demon Cave.

Therefore, he was restraining himself and trying his best to not be tainted by this karma.

Cui Jing chased closely behind him, eager to win.

Jian Wushuang occasionally turned around to exchange blows and then continued to move around, slowly provoking Cui Jing's anger.

"Scoundrel, when I catch you, I will drown you in the sea of blood." He was furious. Although he adjusted his Derivation Force to the peak, it was like hitting cotton and he could not do anything.

Jian Wushuang completely ignored the noisy words. When Cui Jing rushed over with the eight-foot long staff, he suddenly raised his sword and directly left a long mark on the clothes in front of his chest.

Although Cui Jing was already prepared, he could not dodge in time and was almost injured by the real sword.

He broke out in cold sweat and then became even more furious. He released his Derivation Force and smashed it towards Jian Wushuang.

The entire Ancient Silence Hall trembled, and one of the huge pillars was shattered by Cui Jing.

Jian Wushuang's figure flashed and finally made a move in an extremely subtle manner.

The real sword in his hand hummed and released a myriad of sword intent.

In fact, the reason why Jian Wushuang did not make a move was because he was wary of being tainted by that inexplicable karma.

Although Cui Jing's Calamity of Death was much less than the other top cultivators in the Sand Demon Cave, it was still very strong.

Once tainted by the Calamity of Death, unless there was a supreme ability to resolve it, one could only continue to make mistakes.

Jian Wushuang was currently at his weakest. If he took a wrong step, it would be very difficult to reverse.

Seeing that there was no way to avoid, he directly made a move.

Three thousand sword intents swept out and slashed towards Cui Jing.

Seeing this, Cui Jing laughed in disdain. He stretched out his hand and formed a Derivation Force Barrier to block. At the same time, he pressed down on Jian Wushuang without slowing down.

He stood in place, his black robe fluttering without wind, his expression calm.

Very quickly, Cui Jing who was rushing over felt flustered for no reason.

He vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

As if to confirm his thoughts, the three thousand sword intents swept out in an instant. Although they looked weak, they easily tore apart Cui Jing's Derivation Force Barrier and slashed down!

He was horrified, and without thinking, he covered his head with his hands.

Dust swept up in the hall, and the top cultivators standing on both sides were all shocked.

This sword intent was so pure that it was not mixed with any derivation force, but it had an invulnerable momentum. They felt that no one could resist this sword.

The sword intent surged and completely enveloped Cui Jing's body.

At this moment, Di Qing looked at Jian Wushuang with a meaningful gaze.

Sitting on the throne, Goddess Sha also raised her eyebrows and looked at him at this moment.

The three thousand sword intents came and went quickly. Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

When the sword intents completely dissipated, a ragged figure appeared.

These three thousand sword intents had completely stripped Cui Jing of his underwear.

He was unscathed, but his clothes were torn and barely covered his body.

This was an unbearable humiliation. It was something that he, the commander of the Sand Demon Cave, could not bear.

In this Sand Demon Cave, face was far more important than life, let alone a commander like him who thought he had a reputation.

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