Chapter 143

At the moment, Wang Tian, there is no one like him.

He Yuan's limbs were all cut off, his head was different, his eyes were wide open, and he obviously died in peace.

Wang Tian's condition was not much better than he yuan. His limbs were cut off, but his head was still growing on his neck.

Chen Yao took a hard breath in his heart and was angry.

I took he yuan and Wang Tian out to practice, but now they all died here, and their faces were miserable.

Chen Yao was very sad, with a trace of moisture in his eyes.

Two factotum disciples who have just entered the Qiwu realm, Jianzong, have just ushered in the reform. Their cultivation future has just been a little bright after several years of gloom, but now they die here in such a miserable end.

Chen Yao feels very unfair.

And at the moment, Chen Yao was extremely angry, because it was obvious that he yuan and Wang Tian did not die in the mouth of the monster, but were cut off their limbs by sharp tools and died of excessive blood loss.

"Who is it?" Chen Yao looked ferocious and walked to Wang Tian whose head was still on his neck.

A pure chaotic vitality was injected into Wang Tian's body.

"Pooh."

With the injection of Chen Yao's chaotic vitality, Wang Tian spit out a mouthful of blood and slowly opened his eyes.

"Liu Yuan, I won't let you go if I'm a ghost."

As soon as Wang Tiangang opened his eyes, he had a trace of consciousness and shouted hysterically.

"Wang Tian, Wang Tian is me." Chen Yao stretched out his hand towards Wang Tian's head, and a pure chaotic vitality entered Wang Tian's understanding of the sea. Wang Tian recovered a trace of clarity.

"Elder martial brother Chen Yao?"

Wang Tian saw Chen Yaozheng squatting in front of him. At the moment, his mood was both sad and happy.

"Blame me for bringing you here."

Chen Yao gave himself a hard slap.

Wang Tian smiled sadly. "Elder martial brother, come on, if it weren't for you, I would still be working with the lowest physical strength. It's my supreme honor to be able to fight like a swordsman. I just die in the hands of my own people. I can't close my eyes."

"Who is it?" Chen Yao's face was livid and his words were violent.

"Liu Yuan, Liu Jing, Zhang Wen, Liu Qing..."

Thirteen names altogether.

Chen Yao kept these 13 names in mind.

"Elder martial brother, you must help me and he yuan get revenge. You must."

Wang Tian stared at Chen Yao, and then suddenly a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth. He bit his tongue and killed himself.

If he lives like a cripple, he would rather die. This is his last dignity as a swordsman.

Wang Tian died. He died miserably, but he was also very tragic.

Chen Yao took a deep breath and stood up.

With a wave of his hand, the bodies of He Yuan and Wang Tian were burned into ashes and scattered in the air.

"Brother, go all the way. I Chen Yao will avenge you for your revenge."

At the next moment, Chen Yao was already a hundred feet away.

Chen Yao can't wait for a moment to kill... Now he has hoarded three camps outside the broken sword city.

On the one hand, the army of Shenyao imperial dynasty, with 100000 heavy armor soldiers, packed the broken sword city.

Knowing death, but not afraid of death.

On the other side are the disciples of Jianzong. Seven or eight thousand disciples of Jianzong gathered together.

The last one is some practitioners of other religions, who are scattered and mixed together.

At the moment, the broken sword city is blocked by a crystal light curtain. Baqi snake constantly impacts this light curtain, but every impact will usher in the counterattack of tens of thousands of vigorous flying swords. Baqi snake appears extremely angry. The anger makes it lose its reason. Regardless of the damage caused by the impact on the border, it still hits the border.

The junction began to crack.

One day at most, the border will be broken. When you lose your mind, the crazy Baqi snake will bring a bloody fight.

Everyone outside the city was ready to fight and looked solemn.

The night was deep, but everyone was sleepless. Sitting around the campfire, everyone was silent.

In the camp of Jianzong, in the deep tent, the strong of Jianzong, the strong of Wuzong, the strong of fazong, the strong of Baihua palace, as well as the high-level military of Shenyao Imperial City, and even the limitless demon sect sent ten strong people of huangzhijing to arrive here and sit together.

Although there are many gaps between these sectarian forces, everyone still shares a common hatred in the face of major events related to the rise and fall of the whole China.

How deep is the hatred between Luo Jianxin and Jianzong? But didn't Luo Jianxin beat back the spirit distraction of Yamamoto 16, the God sect leader of Fusang state, with a sword of soul separation?

Although at that time, the major strong men hid around to observe the war situation and want to make a profit, now, after so long, it's unreasonable for them not to show up.

Several major sects sent a semi holy leader to bring more than a dozen powerful emperors and nearly 100 disciples of Wang Wujing. None of the low-level disciples brought it, because it was cumbersome to bring it.

At this moment, Jianyu has undoubtedly become the leader of everyone.

"That Baqi serpent is a monster at the peak of the holy land. Wuzong, fazong, Baihua palace and Wuji demon sect. What do you mean by sending only semi holy strong ones? Even the five human practitioners at the peak of the holy land may not be able to seal it, let alone kill it. What's your sincerity?"

"Do you people want to see my sword rain die and the sword clan die?"

The sword rain's tone was fierce, his face was cold, and the saint was dignified. Even the semi saint was a little timid.

Qi Yun, a semi Saint strongman of Wuji demon sect, said, "this is too much. Although I Wuji demon sect and your sword sect have a deep blood feud, we are still here. Moreover, my left protector of Wuji demon sect took action to distract and kill the spirit at the first time when the Lord of Shishen sect appeared. This is the first skill."

Wu Yuan, the semi Saint strongman of Wuzong, said, "I'm not unwilling to do it, but I can't do it at all."

The half saint of Baihua palace, Hualing said, "sword rain saint, the only saint in our Baihua palace is the palace master, and only this saint, who will never make a move easily."

The military garrison in the broken sword City, a general of the emperor's territory, led the way, "the king of Shu has opened the Chen and will arrive in the battlefield tomorrow. It's just our greatest sincerity."

Sword rain sneered.

"I have ordered the disciples under the king's martial arts realm of Jianzong to set out immediately to return to the sect without making unnecessary sacrifices. Moreover, there are many people in each bulk, and how many people will be sent by our Jianzong. If there are still saints in each bulk, I won't kill them. We will die together."

Even if she is a strong person in the holy land, she is also a woman. If she really turns her face, how can she take into account the face of the holy person?

If other sect saints don't fight, even if they kill Baqi snake, they can only lose both. Once they die, the sword sect will be destroyed.

So what is the need for yourself?

Everyone present has different expressions on their faces and different thoughts in their hearts.

The crowd was silent and.

At this time, a furious voice resounded through the whole Jianzong disciple station.

"Liu Yuan, Liu Jing, get out and die."