There was a hint of Yan Wu Shuang.
But that feeling was still elusive.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his foot. The veins on his forehead bulged as he glared at Ji Hyun-woon. "Why did you step on me?"
"You lowly commoner, where did you learn to be so sarcastic? How dare you mock Xiao Wang!" Ji Hyun-woon proudly increased the force of his foot. "So what if I stepped on you? If you're not happy, you can take care of this fellow who doesn't care about diarrhea."
Yan Li glared at Ji Hyun-woon. "I saved your life!"
Ji Hyun-woon crossed his arms and raised his head proudly. "So you should feel honored. You should know that the person standing in front of you is the future king of Wei's territory."
"Then Wei's territory is really unlucky!" Yan Li said impatiently.
Ji Hyun-woon increased the force and said angrily, "What did you say? Bastard, you're the unlucky one!"
Yan Li gasped. Before he could say anything, he heard a muffled groan. Lianhai Tingtao fell to the ground nearby. His face was pale as he smiled weakly. "The two of you are so close. You still have the time to quarrel at this time …"
He did not seem to be in a good condition. His left sleeve was completely torn, revealing his withered left hand.
I can't be angry, I can't be angry.
Yan Li took a deep breath and forcefully pulled his foot back. He imagined how Yan Wu Shuang would react in such a situation.
Yan Wu Shuang rarely revealed his inner thoughts since he was young. If he did not say it, even the people closest to him would not be able to understand his inner thoughts.
Because of this, Yan Li would test him like that.
Before Yan Li could think of a reason, he heard a strong stench and the whistling of sand.
Shen Tun and Fu Jian took advantage of his daze to attack.
Ji Hyun-woon seemed to have forgotten about the danger he was in just now. His fists and palms clashed, and the divine light of ice and fire soared into the sky. "I'll deal with this one. I'll leave the other one to you!" Ji Hyun-woon pounced at Fu Jian.
"Oh, you're really a wise prince." Yan Li had to bite the bullet and face Shen Tun.
"Hmph!" Ji Hyun-woon said matter-of-factly, "This is a chance for you to make a contribution. Otherwise, how can you stand out and bring honor to your ancestors? Be grateful, commoner!"
The fist force and palm force intersected, transforming into a dragon and snake, smashing into the sand barrier. The airflow was violently pushed outwards.
Fu Jian smiled evilly and strangely. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand, and his entire arm turned into sand. He reached forward and broke Ji Hyun-woon's Law Domain.
Once the Law Domain was broken, the Star Source energy in the surrounding void was completely sealed.
Ji Hyun-woon gritted his teeth and tried to use his True Qi to replace it, but it was too late. His body was completely covered by sand, and then his body was suddenly wrapped and bound.
"You won't be so lucky this time. I'll send you on your way!" Fu Jian smiled evilly. With a thought, he used the power of the sandstorm to strangle Ji Hyun-woon to death.
"Sadness!"
Lianhai Tingtao, who was lying on the ground, suddenly felt an extreme pain between his brows. It was as if he had no choice but to ruthlessly cut off his lover. The more painful it was, the more torturous it was.
The sadness suddenly enveloped the whole area.
Ji Hyun-woon suddenly felt sorrow, and could not help but want to cry.
Fu Jian frowned, and his clenched fists loosened slightly.
Lianhai Tingtao's eyes flashed. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he opened his folding fan and went straight for Fu Jian's head like a swimming dragon.
"Ah! I hate you, I hate you! "Fu Jian suddenly screamed, and his eyes turned red." Murderers! Despicable and shameless humans! I'll kill you all! "
His body suddenly turned into a sandstorm, and he actually gave up on Ji Hyun-woon, and rushed toward Lianhai Tingtao.
Lianhai Tingtao's heart trembled. He stopped halfway, and waved his folding fan, blocking in front of the door.
Boom!
He was knocked into the air by the sandstorm and vomited blood in midair. Naturally, the Sad Intent Realm disappeared.
Seeing this, Ji Hyun-woon struggled to break free from the sandstorm's restraint, and quickly caught up to Fu Jian, slapping his palm on his back.
The power of ice completely froze Fu Jian with a crackling sound.
Ji Hyun-woon let out a sigh of relief, and hurriedly ran to Lianhai Tingtao, and helped him up. "The one with the fan, are you alright?"
"I'm Lianhai Tingtao." Lianhai Tingtao said with a bitter smile.
"Your names are too long, I can't remember them." Ji Hyun-woon helped him to the side, and took out a pill.
"Thank you." Lianhai Tingtao thanked him.
"It's Xiao Wang who wants to thank the Heaven-strategies Tower." Ji Hyun-woon glanced at the one-sided battle because of the other three active figures, and said seriously, "I don't know which Tower Master issued the Supreme Order, but please tell me. The entire Parting Hatred Palace will be grateful."
"It's Liumu Bingjian, the direct disciple of Kunlun." Lianhai Tingtao nodded.
"That Goddess of War?" Ji Hyun-woon's eyes lit up. "That's great, she's my idol! Brother Lianhai, you must introduce me to her someday. "
"I'll remember it now …" Lianhai Tingtao smiled bitterly.
"Well …" Ji Hyun-woon smiled embarrassedly. "It's an accident, an accident."
…
Shen Tun rushed over, and Yan Li was not confident that he could kill him in one strike, so he naturally could not draw his sword. Yan Wu Shuang had never failed to draw her sword before, except when she faced Zhang Dashan, who was a level higher than her.
He should not have failed twice in a row, and if he continued to try, he would only deviate from the essence of drawing the sword.
He chose to dodge, moving and leaping in a small area to avoid Shen Tun's attack, and at the same time, he tried to find the feeling of drawing the sword for the first time.
The bloody mouth on Shen Tun's abdomen suddenly let out a shrill howl, and the sound waves vibrated, as if it had a terrifying power. Yan Li did not feel any discomfort, but he suddenly felt that his body could not move, and he could not help but frown.
Taking advantage of this gap, Shen Tun had already rushed over, its bloody mouth directly biting at Yan Li's head.
Exhaling, Yan Li had no choice but to draw the sword.
At such a close distance, there was no need to think about the feeling, all he needed to do was to draw the sword.
But no!
The arc light suddenly did not listen to him, and he did not know if it had realized that the person using it was not its old master, but it actually showed signs of rebellion.
Yes, could it have something to do with the sword that he could not grasp?
If this sword fell into Yan Wu Shuang's hands, it would definitely display extraordinary power.
If it fell into his hands, his sword momentum was already heavy, and he was not familiar with the new technique, so it was not as useful as the Green Steel Sword.
Thoughts flashed through his mind.
Just as he was about to change his sword, a thought that made his soul tremble flashed across his mind.
How could a swordsman doubt the sword in his hand?
When he had entered the state of Sword Heart, he had already understood the principle of all things having a sound.
Wasn't the arc light one of all things?
"Arc light, lend me a hand. I am willing to devoutly offer you the white silk!"
He placed his hand on the hilt of the sword, and for a moment, his mind was in a trance again.
Among them, Yan Wu Shuang had said indifferently with a faint smile, "When I draw the sword, it will be the time of your death." This sentence was incomparably profound.
It wasn't the kind of confidence that came from being able to do it, but a kind of certainty.
When I draw the sword, you will naturally die.
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