v3 Chapter 1254： Destiny Sword

The Angel of the Stars never dreamed that the battle would end before it even began.

Mother Teresa is an honest person. She has actually heard the sound of stars vomiting blood, but thought of the stars telling her never to turn back, she stayed in place without moving.

"Xingxing, are you okay ..." To be honest, she was nervous.

As one of the ambassadors of the Foundation, she watched as a messenger was seriously injured before she officially joined the battlefield, which made Teresa complicated.

Is this strange, a monster?

"If you need my help, just talk, and I will have some treatment." Theresa said.

In fact, she wasn't originally a combat system, but was an assisted nurse. In the nurse industry, she even has the name of "Mother of Stars".

"No need ... you can't help me ..." Xing Xing said weakly, and he had already taken the tonic he had taken with him.

But this medicine at best is to help him recover internal injuries.

His visual impairment is probably irreversible.

The right eye was blinded directly, and the remaining left eye was about 2000 ° myopia, which is almost the same as being blind.

Now the angel of the star position opens his eyes, leaving only a trace of chilling light in the left eye.

He spent hundreds of years honing the eyes of the celestial machine that he did not expect to be devastated in an instant.

Even he had expected something strange about Zhuo Wei, and didn't dare to look at it.

Just flashed back and glanced at it.

As a result, it came to such a point.

"Judgement and fate are left ..." Theresa sighed.

He felt that the messenger of the fool was also a master, but he did not know why the trial messenger suddenly excluded him.

But Teresa knew that the best way for her to survive in the Foundation was not to ask more.

Just follow the flow.

The purpose of her joining the foundation was only for the high remuneration paid by the foundation.

In order to reward Mingzhe and protect himself, it is the most sensible choice.

So she saw that the body in front of her was seriously injured, and she did not intend to rescue him at all.

Zhuo Yi is so terrible, this time to go up is to die.

The current foundation is basically the one who judges.

Taking a life to save a chariot, Theresa felt no need to take that risk.

She even thinks that Zhuoyi is playing well!

This scum that regards women as toys should be taught a little less, right?

...

At this moment, the chariot was buried in the ground naked.

He is dead.

The spiritual root was severed and lost all realms.

In addition to the seriously injured body, even an ordinary person can now give him the last knife.

Now, the tank is obviously crazy.

The dual blows of the body and the spirit made him completely unacceptable.

"I'm a fairy ... I'm a fairy ..." he kept muttering these words in his mouth, his eyes were lost.

After this incident is over, the chariot will probably spend the rest of his life in the mental hospital.

To such people, Zhuowei thinks this is the best punishment.

At the same time, Zhuoyi once again marveled at the terrible power of Jing Ke.

Can cut off the root of the spirit without hurting his life, except for this sword spirit master, I am afraid that no sword spirit can do it in this world ...

If an ordinary practitioner is cut off from the spiritual roots, he will definitely die.

At this moment, Zhuoyi heard a few sparse applause from outside the school gate.

He looked up and saw a man in a black cloak approaching him in the direction of his gaze.

The man clapped his hands and walked into the sixty middle school.

He took off his big hat, and Zhuowei saw the black mask under the hat, with the word "Life" written in red.

Judging by hair color, this seems to be an Asian.

The book of immortal sent almost all information of the Foundation's messengers to Zhuo Yi.

Including the "blank" of the trial seat.

But only this destiny messenger, the Book of Immortals is still under investigation.

At this moment, the Angel of Destiny appeared.

Zhuoyi is also speculating on his identity.

Judging by his hair color, the man seemed to be of Asian descent.

"You are, Hua Xiukuo?"

"General Zhuo is really smart."

Under the Fangzi Facebook, the messenger of the destiny made a sound, which was obviously overdone.

The fate ambassador seemed to be hiding his identity.

"I did not expect that the messengers of the Foundation were not all foreigners." Zhuo Yi said.

Holding Jing Ke in his hand, he was ready to fight.

Zhuoyi: "Are you here for chariot, revenge, then let's start."

"Fuck first, I'm not here for a chariot. I'm here for myself."

The destiny ambassador said: "Before the chariot came, I had expected this situation. It was just a bit worse than I thought."

Listening to Destiny's speech, Zhuo Yi always felt that this person's tone was familiar, as if he knew each other, but could not tell who the other party was.

"You said you were fighting for yourself?"

Zhuo Yi didn't rush, he wanted to get more information from Destiny's mouth.

"I fancy your wooden sword. If you can give it to me, not only can you avoid a fight, but you can also save your own life." He said this calmly, wearing a face mask. Then, it is different from the infinite arrogance of the chariot and Snake, but it seems that it is really a winning ticket.

"Sneaker and the chariot died in my hands. Can you be confident that you can beat me." Zhuoyi looked at him,

Like the chariot, the destiny's messenger was pure in breath, and was not invaded by ether.

However, with the experience of fighting with chariots, Zhuowei is also watching out for those magical instruments that fate may sacrifice.

The foundation's people are all lunatics.

God knows whether fate has injected virtual spirits into his own magical instruments.

"Rest assured, I'm not the same as someone who works under the chariot ~ www.novelhall.com ~ I have the real skill." The emissary of fate took a step forward at this moment.

Then he sacrificed his weapon, which was an emerald bamboo, and the head of the bamboo was sharpened, like a sharp blade.

Under the shimmer of light, the whole body exudes the brilliance like amber glass.

Zhuo Wei immediately raised his vigilance.

Avenue to Jane.

The simpler the weapon, the more powerful it may be.

Isn't that the peach sword in his hand?

"Do you know the sword of destiny, General Zhuo?" At this moment, the angel of destiny looked up and looked at Zhuo Wei: "I have a feeling, I think the sword of destiny in my hand, the peach sword in your hand, maybe From the same place. "

As soon as the words fell, he disappeared from nothing.

In a flash, she suddenly appeared behind Zhuo Yi!

"The response was slow, but you were stabbed by me. This is also fate."

As soon as the words fell, the bamboo sword immediately pierced the sword gas wrapped around Zhuoyi's body, and darted toward his kidney!

A feeling of foreign body invaded from behind, blood dripped down the punctured bamboo tip.

"It can pierce the sword of Master Ke ..."

Zhuo Yi was secretly shocked. He gritted his teeth and pulled his body out.

"No, it's not punctured, it's ignored."

At this time, Jing Ke's voice sounded from Zhuo Yi's body.

"Ignore sword air? What the **** is this ..."

Zhuo Wei was even more surprised when he heard Jing Ke's words.

Jing Ke's voice was calm: "It's okay, I fit with the white sheath and can hang."

Is it finally fitting?

Zhuo nodded.

He endured the pain of the kidney being punctured, and inserted the peach sword into the scabbard.

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