Boom!
The sound came from Yan Li's heart.
In reality, the Leaving Cliff was slightly bent under the powerful force. This was an incredible thing for a Precious Weapon that was blessed by the heavens. There was an explosive sound of metal hitting stone, but it was not as intense as the one in Yan Li's heart.
The Lava Armor turned into ashes, his ears went deaf, his eyes turned black, and blood flowed out of his Seven Apertures. All of this happened in an instant.
In that instant, Yan Li felt that he had gone through hundreds of reincarnations of life and death. The feeling of dying at any moment drove him crazy. He wanted to give up everything to escape this pain.
But at this moment, he could not help but think of the simple villagers in Swallow Dock.
Yan Chaosheng, who was supposed to be an outstanding winemaker, was hacked to death in Lianyun Mountain in order to stop his pursuers.
Yan Shiyi, who had an outstanding aptitude for cultivation, could be called the top genius in the world. He would have been recommended to join the Academy and become a top master who could control the situation in the Divine Land. But he followed Yan Chaoyang and became a bandit, wandering from place to place and living in precarious conditions.
Yan Chaoyang, who was willing to be ordinary and passionate about life, killed people as his daily routine. He even awakened his real name in the killing and became the Devil of Massacre.
Yan Wushuang, who had a sharp tongue but a soft heart, had the ambition to roam the world. For today's revenge, he endured humiliation and went undercover in Liang City for several years. He even had to kill people he respected with his own hands.
Their beautiful lives were ruined. Yan Li once thought that it was his responsibility. This made him toss and turn in bed countless nights, unable to sleep. This blood feud was like a mountain pressing down on him, and he could not forget it.
Compared to that, what was the pain he was feeling right now?
"Wang Ba!" Yan Li let out a hoarse cry. It contained not only the power of hatred, but also the power of growth brought by the suffering he had suffered because of hatred.
Everyone would grow, good or bad, neither good nor bad.
It was because of Wang Ba that they were where they were today; it was because of Wang Ba that they were where they were today. Just as Yan Shiyi said, this was the power of "gratitude".
The Hidden Sword seemed to have sensed its host's will. It circulated and absorbed with all its might, and finally withstood Wangba's hateful attack. It also saved Li Ya from the fate of being broken.
However, Yan Li still flew out.
This is what happened to the leftover lava on the left.
Almost at the same time, the lava on the right side also erupted. Hidden within it was Yan Wushuang, the fastest swordsman in the world.
His right hand held tightly onto the Suicide Sword. This sword had taken the heads of many famous experts. But to Yan Wu Shuang and Yanshan Robber, it was a sword of protection, because it could always deal a fatal blow to an enemy who was about to deal a fatal blow to his companion at a critical moment.
For example, Wang Ba was about to chase after Yan Li, but he had to stop because he was facing the fastest sword in the world.
Wang Ba was still thinking about the warning signs, thinking about the fastest sword in the world, and thinking about how much energy he should use to be alert.
But the sword was unsheathed.
The sword flashed.
No one could describe the elegance of this sword. It was as if no one could avoid the touch of the wind, as if no one could stop the seasons from changing, the sun rising and the moon setting, the life and death.
Then, there was the sound of the sword being unsheathed.
But it was also different from the others. It was as if the recitation of a poem had reached a certain point in cadence, and the sound was fleeting.
It was said that there was a kind of fast sword in the world that didn't even make a sound.
When that happened, Wang Ba would definitely die.
But as long as there was a sound, Wang Ba still had a chance to live.
As mentioned earlier, Wang Ba hated Yan Li to the core, so much so that he couldn't hate him any more. Seeing that he couldn't kill Yan Li with one attack, he was filled with the thought of killing Yan Li. He only got rid of this hatred when he was facing the threat of death.
Wang Ba's hatred was different from that of Yan Li and the others.
As mentioned earlier, Yan Li and the others grew up, and it was a kind of understanding of the world.
Wang Ba was his new enemy. Just when he felt that everything was under his control, everything went out of control. Therefore, apart from hatred, there was also fear. Maybe he didn't want to admit it. In fact, he was so eager to kill Yan Li because he was afraid that Yan Li would do something even more terrifying.
He had to admit that the Martial God Mansion had been destroyed. Even if he killed Yan Li, he wouldn't be put in an important position like before. He might still be superior, but he was destined to be shelved and alone for the rest of his life.
Not being able to kill Yan Li made him feel uneasy, so his reaction was a little slow. He couldn't dodge this attack completely.
His left ear was completely cut off by the sword.
It wasn't that Wang Ba had never been injured before, but none of them was more painful, more humiliating, and more maddening than this one.
He crazily poured True Qi into the Overlord Wings in his hand. With the help of True Qi, the blade of the Overlord Wings actually expanded.
But Yan Wushuang just smiled faintly and retreated.
All of this seemed to have happened in the blink of an eye.
While Yan Li was flying back, he was stopped by a gentle force. Then, there was a palm. Even through his clothes, he could feel the breadth and warmth of the palm.
"I knew your pain," Yan Shiyi said softly. Yan Shiyi spoke softly, "But it doesn't matter. A 'Li, I already know your true wish. I will accompany you down this path and allow you to stand before your final enemy. Before that, I will protect you until the end."
He pushed gently.
Yan Li moved forward at a faster speed than when he was retreating. The corners of his mouth curled up. The Separation Cliff on his waist vibrated, and his body rose slightly. It vibrated again, and then rose again. By the third vibration, he was already above Wang Ba.
It was a sharp contrast to Yan Wushuang's speed. He pulled out the Separation Cliff at a speed that couldn't be any slower.
"Formless, Three Void, Luohou Sword Cries!"
But he was as fast as a shooting star falling into the mortal world.
Li Ya destroyed everything in front of Wang Ba in an unstoppable manner. In the end, he reached Wang Ba's chest.
There was an explosion behind Wang Ba, and the invisible air was pushed away. The True Qi in his body was congested. His face turned red, and he roared like a wild beast.
But that couldn't kill him.
The real killer move was Yan Shiyi.
Strange laughter filled the forest and the sea of clouds. The Purple Night Saber slashed in the air, and a few purple meteors shot toward Wang Ba's limbs.
The meteors turned into a Purple Night Flower as soon as they touched Wang Ba.
The flower tied Wang Ba up and lifted him up like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
Wang Ba couldn't speak, and he struggled with all his might.
Yan Shiyi raised the black saber at Wang Ba. "Purple Night, Clear Mirror."
Wang Ba suddenly stopped moving.
The four purple night flowers suddenly bloomed, and the dense purple true energy came into contact with the air, rendering it even darker and solidifying the void.
Wang Ba's gaping mouth and rolling Adam's apple froze.
"Purple Night, Flower Burial."
Yan Shiyi's body turned into purple lightning and appeared in front of Wang Ba. The moment he swung his saber, countless saber lights intertwined to form an even bigger purple night flower. In the blink of an eye, he passed by Wang Ba.
The black saber spun a few times in Yan Shiyi's hand. After it returned to its sheath, the purple True Qi lingered for a long time.
A crack appeared in the solidified void behind him, and then it cracked open. In the end, there was a sound like a broken mirror. Time seemed to return to Wang Ba's body. His face suddenly turned white, and he fell from the sky to the ground powerlessly.
Seeing this, Yan Li and the others could only exclaim in their hearts.
Yan Shiyi turned around, grabbed Wang Ba by the collar, and lifted him up. "Now tell me, who ordered you to kill Swallow Dock."
Wang Ba was stunned for a while, but he soon came back to his senses.
He knew that he had lost, and he had lost terribly.
But he still smiled. It was a vicious and terrifying smile.
"Is it over? No, it's just the beginning … "He stared at Yan Shiyi." He's someone you can never hope to reach. He can crush you with one finger. Go get your revenge! "
"Who is it?"
"Li Xuanwei," Wang Ba said a name with a vicious smile.
"Li Xuanwei?"
"What? You don't even know the Holy Doctor?"
Medical Saint Li Xuanwei. The person behind him was Medical Saint Li Xuanwei.
"His current name is Li Wei," Wang Ba said. He glanced at Yan Li, then spat out blood and died while laughing.
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