Chapter 417 All Kinds of Sad Reminders Made by the Little Thief

"You don't need to protect me, we don't owe anyone, so go away!"

Xia Zimo almost roared, but it was difficult to make a sound.

Her current situation is very mysterious.

At that time, in order to prevent everyone from digging the giant waterfall, Xu Yi stepped out, leaving behind the small flame array and the elixir.

After Xia Zimo took the elixir, he sat cross-legged, and then fell into this inexplicable state of dissociation: he had a clear perception of the outside world, but he couldn't speak or raise his hands. The most mysterious thing was that the dream that had stopped for many years continued.

In the dream, a woman who could never see her face clearly whispered to her, she couldn't hear clearly in her ears, but in her heart, it was as if a flower was shining in the water, and every thread was clear.

At the same time, she clearly realized in her heart that this was probably a secret method inherited from her mother's line, and what was even more weird was that she couldn't help but practice it involuntarily.

At this moment, she could clearly hear what Xu Yi said and said, her mood was agitated, and she tried her best to tell this ruthless stinky thief to get out of here, but she couldn't open her mouth anyway.

Just when Xu Yi made his oath in secret, outside the giant waterfall, the battle between Yaoyue Sanren and the second master of the Jiang family, led by their respective camps, also lost the meaning of the struggle because of Xu Yi's escape.

After some inventory, everyone was furious.

In addition to losing a lot of vitality in the last three days, he also had to pay a huge price for the previous promise. As for the strange monster, he was still in the mirror.

The second master of the Jiang family was also suffocated and vomited blood. The huge benefits promised to the ancestors of the Wen family still had to be fulfilled. A large number of Jiang family children who died could not be regenerated.

Feng Xifeng lost his precious Divine Will Sword and an arm, and all he got was notoriety.

The rest of the factions also suffered heavy casualties, and those who died were all Qi Sea Realm experts, the elites of each faction.

After a fight between dragons and tigers, his hands were still empty. Looking back a little, for a while, countless eyes full of hatred stared behind the huge waterfall.

"I won't kill the scar-faced child for three days, and I swear I won't give up!"

Yaoyue Sanren raised his head to the sky and roared angrily, veins bursting out of his face.

"If the little thief doesn't die, we will surely become the laughing stock of Da Viet!"

"Harming my compatriots and losing my siblings, how can I not avenge this revenge!"

"I, Slaying Sword Sect, lost eleven elite members of the sect today, and all blood debts will be charged to this little thief!"

"……………"

For a time, the crowd was passionate and condemned endlessly.

Although the second master of the Jiang family didn't say anything, the brutality of shooting at the giant waterfall was almost solidified.

Until now, he couldn't figure out where the scar-faced child's secret trick of swallowing the four elephants and killing the formation came from.

It is very similar to Xing Yi Dou Zhuan, but even if he, Jiang Baihou, has practiced Xing Yi Dou Zhuan to the second level, it is absolutely impossible to swallow the powerful attack that is as abundant as the four elephants killing array into his body.

This is not what a monster is!

The second master of the Jiang family had never been so firm in his determination to kill Xu Yi.

Not for anything else, just for the Jiang family's prestige, he also had to deal with it.

The Jiang family became the Eight Great Aristocratic Families of Dayue. Apart from their rich heritage, Jiang Hentian's star-shifting magical skills are the most important contribution.

Once there is a magic skill of swallowing that is similar to or even surpasses that of Xing Yidou Zhuan, the reputation of Xing Yidou Zhuan will definitely plummet, and the Jiang family may collapse like this.

Feng Xifeng controlled the sky with his emptiness, and the black hair that was lightly tied behind his head was already scattered. When the cold wind blew, the ends of his hair danced wildly, his broken arm was bright red, and under the bloody moon, his whole body was extremely cold.

The pursuit of life and death has passed, and the sequelae caused by launching the forbidden move have gradually subsided, and Feng Xifeng's xinxing gradually recovered.

However, the clearer his thoughts were, the stronger the resentment, remorse, and shame in his heart became.

The Divine Will Sword was destroyed. I thought it would accompany me to conquer the world, and the body-protecting Divine Sword that crossed the peak of martial arts was destroyed.

His reputation was ruined. It took ten years to forge the name of Sword King. So far, his notoriety has spread far and wide, and he has become the laughing stock of the world.

What made Feng Xifeng even more unforgivable was that he would call for help from outsiders, even the patriarch of the Wen family.

As soon as this happened, it was tantamount to cutting himself off from the teacher.

Merit, fame, and teacher's family are all lost in one day.

Feng Xifeng's heart is like a dead sea, he has no interest in life, no, there is still something left, that is the fire of revenge burning wildly in his chest.

The patriarch of the Wen family was still sitting on the top of the pine, gently touching the dagger in his hand, his wrinkled old face was scorched black, and the eyes staring at the dagger were so affectionate and regretful.

It turned out that the short sword in the hands of the ancestor of the Wen family had undergone an astonishing change at this moment, and the faint blue light floating outside had almost disappeared.

This was formed after he used his ghost to nourish him for an unknown number of years.

The so-called dharma implements pay attention to sending and receiving according to the heart, and the implements follow the mind, the key lies in the degree of warmth and nurturing of the implements by the ghosts.

At this moment, the faint blue light outside the red dagger disappeared, which meant that the holding sword had fallen beyond the limit of a magic weapon. Although its power was still great, at least it could not be controlled by heart.

It is even more impossible to achieve the effect of killing the soul attack.

Wait for this little red sword to lose its essence as a magic weapon.

"Endless years!"

The patriarch of the Wen family had a sore nose in pain.

Among all the soul-sensing ancestors, he was the least talented and the oldest, and he survived to the soul-sensing state only by being cautious.

In terms of strength alone, among the soul-sensing ancestors, I respectfully accompany you at the bottom.

The patriarch of the Wen family knew that it was impossible to catch up with others in terms of cultivation talent, so most of his energy was devoted to the training of this red sword.

He even believes that this red sword is the only magic weapon in this continent, it is his biggest reliance to compete with the soul-sensing powerhouses, and it is also his last hope to reach the pinnacle of martial arts.

But now, this magic weapon has only stabbed a small monk in the sea of ​​​​Qi, why should the soul imprint that has been nourished for countless years just disappear like this.

He couldn't figure it out, really couldn't figure it out.

Not only the patriarch of the Wen family couldn't figure it out, even Xu Yi, the person involved, didn't know what kind of damage his body had caused to this magic weapon.

It turned out that all the causes and effects were still on Xu Yi's weird soul, nourished by the power of thunder, and his soul was stronger than imagined.

Once the magic weapon of the ancestor of the Wen family is hit, not only can it hurt the body, but it can also cause a devastating blow to the enemy's ghost.

Xu Yi's physical body suffered a huge trauma, but his soul was too tough, and there was still a little thunder force wandering around.

The ancestor of the Wen family's magic weapon failed to do its job, but instead suffered from it. The soul power that had been condensed for many years attached to the magic weapon was easily dissolved by the power of thunder wrapped around Xu Yi's soul.

Xu Yi didn't know it at all, but the patriarch of the Wen family was heartbroken.

If he had known this was the case earlier, he would have no reason to go as far as he wanted, and he suddenly envied the Yao Junchi who got up early and ran away without a trace.

Just as the patriarch of the Wen family was in grief, everyone before the giant waterfall finally reached a consensus.

For a time, hundreds of strong men lined up in a line, and instantly filled the Baizhang fracture.