Chapter 1770
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He hurriedly revealed his identity in the Upper Bound.
Of course, as he was distracted, he suffered a few more blows. One of the blows almost cut off one of his arms!
Di Fuyi did not seem to hear it. His lips curled into a smile.
He had never been threatened by anyone in his life! After all, he only had three months left to live. In these three months, he still needed to train the new Lord. Time was tight. Even the people from the Upper Bound would not dare to touch him again.
The people from the Upper Bound were also afraid of the heavenly law. They were also afraid of the heavenly law's revenge.
Long Moyan was already obsessed with power even before he became the substitute Lord. Once he was in power, he would definitely remove Gu Xijiu as a stumbling block.
Even if he did not dare to get rid of Gu Xijiu openly due to the arrangement of the heavenly law, it was still acceptable for him to imprison Gu Xijiu and use her as a tool to control the nobles.
Such a person must not be left alive. Otherwise, Gu Xijiu would be in trouble in the future. Perhaps, he would become the second Omen and set off a bloody storm on the continent.
Once Di Fuyi had the intention to kill, even the gods could not stop him!
He activated the sword array even more urgently!
Gu Xijiu suddenly said, "Don't kill him. You can't be punished by the heavenly law again."
"It's okay. The heavenly law can't do anything to me now. Keeping him alive will only bring you trouble." Di Fuyi's voice was calm.
While they were talking, one of Long Moyan's arms was already gone.
With only one hand, he was rushing left and right in the sword array. He was like a trapped beast that was about to be slaughtered by the hunter. His face was pale and full of despair.
"I won't harm her!" Long Moyan shouted, "I won't cause any trouble for her! If you don't believe me, I can make an oath! "
"I don't believe in oaths. I believe in the dead. People will know their place when they die. "Di Fuyi's voice was calm, but his words were frighteningly cold.
Long Moyan was speechless.
With such a slight delay, one of his legs was already gone.
He could not stand any longer and fell to the ground with a thud. Then, he could only watch as countless swords flashed with cold light attacked him.
There was no blind spot.
He did not even have the chance to dodge!
The shadow of death loomed over him, and he closed his eyes in despair!
The sword that he had imagined did not come. He opened his eyes and saw Gu Xijiu standing next to Di Fuyi. Her hand was on Di Fuyi's finger that was making a spell.
Therefore, the hundreds of swords hovered above Long Moyan's head, ready to fall at any time.
Long Moyan froze and did not dare to move.
"Make an oath." Gu Xijiu spoke in a cold and crisp voice. Her small hand held onto one of Di Fuyi's fingers, and this finger was used to cast a spell.
Long Moyan's eyes lit up. He knew that this was his only chance of survival, so he immediately swore, "I, Long Moyan, will never harm Gu Xijiu, nor will I seek revenge on anyone. If I violate this oath, let me suffer the pain of a thousand knives cutting my heart and be sent to the eighteenth level of hell, never to rise again. "
When the oath was made, thunder rumbled in the sky, indicating that the oath had been made.
After the oath, he looked at Di Fuyi with hope. "My Lord, can you rest assured now?"
Di Fuyi's lips curled into a smile, but it was hard to tell whether it was sarcasm or a smile. "I'll believe you this time, but you imprisoned the new Lord and poisoned her. You may be spared from death, but you must be punished …"
Before he finished his sentence, his sword fell like lightning …
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