Chapter 1254: Sword of Destiny

The Star Envoy would never dream that the battle would end before it even began.

Sister Teresa was an honest person. She had actually heard the sound of Star vomiting blood, but she remembered that Star had told her not to look back before, so she stayed where she was without moving.

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

As one of the Foundation's envoys, she watched an envoy get seriously injured before he officially joined the battlefield. This feeling made Teresa very complicated.

Is this Zhuo Yi a monster?

"If you need my help, just ask. I know some healing methods." Teresa said.

In fact, she was not originally a combat type, but a supporting nanny. In the nanny world, she was even known as the "Mother of Stars".

"No need... You can't help me..." Star said weakly. He had already taken the tonic he brought with him.

But this medicine can only help him recover from internal injuries at most.

His vision damage is probably irreversible.

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

Now the Star Messenger opened his eyes, and there was only a chilling light left in his left eyeball.

He spent hundreds of years to refine these eyes that could see through the secrets of heaven, but he didn't expect to suffer a devastating blow in an instant.

He even expected that there was something strange about Zhuo Yi, but he didn't dare to look at him more.

He just flashed back and glanced at him.

As a result, he fell to such a point.

"There are only judgment and fate left..." Theresa sighed.

He felt that the Fool Messenger was also a master, but he didn't know why the Judgement Messenger suddenly excluded him.

But Theresa knew very well that if she wanted to survive in the Foundation, the best way was not to ask too many questions.

Just go with the flow.

The purpose of her joining the Foundation was just for the high remuneration offered by the Foundation.

It was the wisest choice to protect herself for the remuneration.

So when she saw the chariot in front of her was seriously injured, she had no intention of helping him.

Zhuo Yi was too scary. Going up at this time would be like sending himself to death.

The current foundation is basically a one-person judgement.

Theresa felt that it was unnecessary to risk her life to save a chariot.

She even thought that Zhuo Yi fought well!

This scum who regarded women as toys should be taught a lesson, right?

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

He was already useless.

His spiritual roots were cut off by Zhuo Yi, and he lost all his realms.

In addition to his seriously injured body, even an ordinary person could give him the last blow.

And now, the chariot was obviously crazy.

The double blow of the body and the spirit made him unable to accept everything in front of him.

"I am a fairy... I really am a fairy..." He kept mumbling these words in his mouth, and his eyes were already blank.

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

Zhuo Yi thinks this is the best punishment for such a person.

At the same time, Zhuo Yi was once again amazed at Jing Ke's terrifying power.

He could cut off the spiritual roots without hurting his life. I'm afraid no other sword spirit in the world could do this except for this sword spirit master...

If an ordinary cultivator's spiritual roots were cut off, he would definitely die.

At this time, Zhuo Yi heard a few scattered applause from outside the school gate.

He raised his head and saw a man in a black cloak approaching him.

The man clapped his hands and walked into No. 60 Middle School.

He took off his big hood, and Zhuo Yi saw the black mask under the hood, with the word "life" written in red.

From the hair color, this seems to be an Asian.

The Book of Immortal Saints sent Zhuo Yi the information of almost all the Foundation's messengers.

Including "Xu Bai" of the Judgment Position.

But the Book of Immortal Saints is still investigating this messenger of the Destiny Position.

At this moment, the messenger of the Destiny Position appeared.

Zhuo Yi was also speculating on his identity.

Judging from the hair color, this person seems to be an Asian.

"Are you from Huaxiu?"

"General Zhuo is really smart."

Under the face mask of the word "Ming", the messenger of the Destiny position made a voice, which was obviously changed.

This messenger of the Destiny position seemed to be hiding his identity.

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

He held Jing Ke in his hand and was ready for battle.

Zhuo Yi: "Are you here for the chariot and revenge? Then let's start."

"Let me make it clear first, I am not here for the chariot. I fight for myself."

The messenger of the Destiny position said: "Before the chariot came, I had already expected this situation. It's just that it's more tragic than I thought."

Listening to the speech of Destiny, Zhuo Yi always felt that the tone of this person's speech was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it before, but he couldn't tell who the other person was.

"You said you were fighting for yourself?"

Zhuo Yi was not in a hurry to take action. He wanted to get more information from Destiny.

"I have taken a fancy to this wooden sword of yours. If you can give it to me, not only can I avoid a battle, but I can also save your own life." He said this calmly while wearing a face mask with a life character on it. The words are different from the infinite arrogance of Chariot and Snake, but they seem to be truly confident of victory.

"Snake and Chariot both died in my hands. Are you confident that you can beat me?" Zhuo Yi looked at him,

This messenger of destiny is the same as the chariot. His breath is pure and has not been invaded by ethereal spirits.

However, with the experience of fighting chariots, Zhuo Yi was also wary of the magic weapons that fate might throw at him.

The people in the Foundation are a bunch of lunatics.

God knows if fate has injected the virtual spirit into his magical weapon.

"Don't worry, I'm different from low-handed people like Chariot. I have real abilities." The messenger of destiny took a step forward at this moment.

Then he used his weapon, which was an emerald-green bamboo. The head of the bamboo was sharpened, like a sharp blade.

Under the dim light, the whole body exudes a brilliance like amber glass.

Zhuo Odd instantly heightened his vigilance.

The road to simplicity.

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

Isn't this the peach wood sword in his hand?

"Do you know about the Sword of Destiny, Director Zhuo?" At this time, the Messenger of Destiny raised his head and looked at Zhuo Yi: "I have a feeling that the Sword of Destiny in my hand may be different from the peach wood sword in your hand. From the same place.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared into thin air.

In a flash, he suddenly appeared behind Zhuo Yi!

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

As soon as he finished speaking, the bamboo sword immediately pierced the sword energy wrapped around Zhuo Oi's body and stabbed towards his kidney!

A feeling of foreign body invasion came from behind, and blood dripped down the pierced bamboo tip.

"It can actually pierce Master Jingke's sword energy..."

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

"No, it's not puncture, it's ignoring."

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

"Ignore the sword energy? What on earth is this..."

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

Jingke's voice was calm: "It's okay. I'm fused with Bai Sheath and can beat him."

Are they finally getting together?

Zhuo Yi nodded.

He endured the pain of his kidney being punctured and inserted the mahogany sword into its scabbard.