The Confucian Broadsword Saint stared at the empty space and sneered.
Whoosh!
It was unknown when the saber light had been slashed out, but it had already flown to that area of nothingness.
Bang!
The space within a one-foot radius was cut in half, and spatial turbulence gushed out.
Yang Xiaoxie and Yue Yangshan quickly retreated in two different directions.
Just now, the saber light had struck the space between the two of them.
Otherwise, they would have been dead by now.
"You're really loyal. In order to save you, Li Xieyun was killed by me twice here.
Now, you've come back to save him.
Let me kill you all at once! "
The Confucian Broadsword Saint laughed.
He took a step forward, and his body turned into a stream of light.
Whoosh!
No one saw his movements clearly, but he had already appeared behind Yang Xiaoxie.
"Watch out!"
Yue Yangshan struck out a palm at the Confucian Broadsword Saint. His palm was as powerful as the ocean.
The Confucian Broadsword Saint sneered and blew out a gust of wind. The powerful palm aura was neutralized by him.
Yang Xiaoxie held a dagger in her hand. Her expression turned serious, and she stabbed backward.
Clang!
The Confucian Broadsword Saint caught the dagger.
Crack!
He used a little force, and the dagger shattered into pieces.
"You can die first."
The Confucian Broadsword Saint blew out another mouthful of energy.
The energy was as sharp as a blade, and it slashed toward Yue Yangshan.
Whoosh!
Yue Yangshan was caught off guard. He was cut in half and fell to the ground. Blood splattered everywhere, and he couldn't be more dead.
The Confucian Broadsword Saint didn't even look at Yue Yangshan.
An early-level Saint Realm martial artist was like an ant in his eyes. He didn't even have the right to look at him.
"Don't move. You'll be killed by me sooner or later. There's no need to rush."
The Confucian Broadsword Saint stared at Yang Xiaoxie and put a hand on her shoulder.
A rune lit up, and the energy in Yang Xiaoxie's body was completely sealed.
Whoosh!
The Confucian Broadsword Saint landed in the middle of the lake with Yang Xiaoxie.
Whoosh!
A blade light slashed the side of Yang Xiaoxie's neck, and blood slowly flowed out.
"If you want to kill me, then be ruthless.
Being so wishy-washy isn't like you, the Confucian Blade Saint. "
Yang Xiaoxie mocked.
The Confucian Blade Saint smiled faintly, not minding it at all.
"Since you dared to come here, you should have known that I wouldn't kill you so easily.
I will kill you slowly, so slowly that Li Xieyun will go crazy. "
The Confucian Blade Saint looked around.
"Li Xieyun, if you're a man, quickly use your resurrection technique and come out.
Otherwise, you can only watch as your woman dies in front of you! "
Yang Xiaoxie's face was full of shame.
The Confucian Blade Saint didn't know, but she knew very well.
Big Brother Xie Yun would probably never be able to revive again.
When she chose to come here again, she had already decided that she would either leave with Big Brother Xieyun.
Otherwise, he would be buried here with Big Brother Xieyun.
Looking at the current situation, the final result should be the latter.
Two lines of tears flowed down Yang Xiaoxie's face.
"It's my fault. If I hadn't been caught, you wouldn't have had to come back to save me.
That way, you won't have to die.
I've harmed you in this life.
In the next life, whether I be a slave or a maid, I will definitely repay what I owe you. "
Yang Xiaoxie screamed in her heart.
The blood on her neck had already dyed the clothes around her waist red.
"It seems that you're not going to come out.
Li Xieyun, you're really a coward. "
The Confucian Blade Saint's lips curled into a mocking smile.
In his opinion, Li Xieyun was afraid of death and didn't dare to come back to life.
The so-called deep affection was just a big joke at the moment of life and death.
Since that was the case, the Confucian Blade Saint wasn't in a hurry. It seemed that it wasn't a bad thing to watch a beauty who believed in love slowly fade away in front of him.
The so-called love, friendship, and even kinship ceased to exist the moment he became the Saint.
Even the First Generation Holy Sons who grew up intimately with each other, in the end, didn't they still walk the path of killing each other?
At that moment, the Confucian Blade Saint felt a pain in his back and blood splattered.
But his reaction was extremely fast. When the dagger was less than half an inch into his body, the protective energy all over his body had completely activated.
Clang!
The dagger shattered into pieces.
The Confucian Blade Saint didn't look back. He directly slapped his palm behind him!
Bang!
A figure flew out and landed on the ground with a loud bang, creating a huge crater.
"It's you! You're not dead?
How is that possible? "
The Confucian Blade Saint's eyes were full of surprise.
With a flicker of his body, he appeared in front of the person who had ambushed him.
This person was Yue Yangshan, who had just been split in half by him!
Yue Yangshan had just spat out a large mouthful of blood. Even his chin was dyed red. He struggled to stand up, but he felt a numbing sensation at the back of his neck. The Confucian Blade Saint had already lifted him up.
"No wonder. I was wondering how Li Xieyun and Mo Jingyun suddenly learned the Art of Feign Death!
It seems that you're the one behind it.
Such a heaven-defying technique in your hands is like a pearl covered in dust. "
The Confucian Blade Saint finally reacted.
The one who truly mastered the Art of Feign Death was not Mo Jingyun and Li Xieyun, but the man in front of him.
No wonder he dared to risk his life to help Li Xieyun and Mo Jingyun save Yang Xiaoxie. He also dared to accompany Yang Xiaoxie here knowing that he would die.
It wasn't that he was not afraid of death, but that he would not die at all!
At least, he wouldn't die so easily.
The Art of Feign Death was simply too mysterious.
Such a technique should be in the hands of the Confucian Blade Saint!
"What's your name?"
The Confucian Blade Saint's right hand shone brightly. A rune surged out and sealed the energy in Yue Yangshan's body.
Yue Yangshan smiled coldly.
"My name is Yue Yangshan, and I will never change my surname!
If you have the ability, then kill this lord!
Oh, I almost forgot, you can't kill me!
Hahaha … "
Yue Yangshan laughed loudly, as if mocking the Confucian Blade Saint would make him feel better.
Whoosh!
The Confucian Blade Saint slashed out with his left hand and chopped off Yue Yangshan's arm.
"So, I'm not going to kill you.
At least, I won't kill you before I know what's so special about your Art of Feign Death.
But I can torture you.
I'll take your hands and feet and seal you in the jar. That way, you won't be able to escape or die.
I'll use all my means to torture you until you hand over the Art of Feign Death.
Not only your body, but your soul as well!
I'll make you suffer so much that you'll beg me to kill you!
But I don't know how long you can last.
My guess is that you can last for three months. What do you think? "
The Confucian Blade Saint's smile was extremely ferocious.
Yue Yangshan's entire face was twitching. Cold sweat had already soaked his entire body.
Of all his calculations, he had never considered this point.
The Confucian Blade Saint was so perverted.
He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid of not dying!
Of course, fear was just fear. Yue Yangshan would not admit defeat.
He was about to curse the Confucian Blade Saint's ancestors when an extremely familiar voice suddenly rang out in the sky.
"I think he can last for a long time.
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