Chapter 1227 Boy, Where Are the Ten Breaths You Promised Me?

"Xiao Kongtong of the Fairy City of the Moon, colluded with the Holy Slaves, and brought trouble to the City in the Sky. From now on, he will be included in the white-clothed execution list of the Holy Temple."

"The force that belongs to Shenyue Immortal City, located in the Sword God Heavenly Bazun Realm in the Eastern Region, will return to the control of the Holy Temple from now on."

"During Operation White Clothes, if any resisters are encountered, they will be suppressed first; those who remain stubborn will be killed without mercy."

"I have specially prepared this edict to announce it to the world."

When everyone on Void Island was still amazed that Xiao Kongtong killed the colorless semi-saint-like incarnation of the Three Emperors with one sword, a loud holy voice sounded in the sky.

Above the ruins of the Sin Palace, a black-red scroll spread out, magnified in everyone's sight, and almost filled the entire sky.

What is there is just a declarative description in ancient texts and does not have any power.

But even this kind of thing was announced using a semi-sage profound edict. One can imagine the importance of the event and the far-reaching impact.

"Now that the semi-sage's profound edict has come out, the smile on the mirror cannot be fake!"

"The Holy Temple's approach to certain things may not be enough to arouse widespread recognition in the spirit world, but on important occasions such as this and before important announcements, they will not jump to conclusions without evidence."

"Ah? Doesn't this mean that my senior brother has not run away? You are confused, my senior brother, how can you get involved!"

"It's too late for you to cry. Let's see who this semi-holy decree comes from. Maybe your senior brother will cease to exist soon."

"What's the meaning?"

"Fall!"

Along with the noisy discussion on Void Island, above the ruins of the Sin Palace, Yan Wuse squeezed his hand, and the semi-sacred decree in his palm turned into a point of light and merged with the way of heaven.

This brand is imprinted into the spirits of all the spiritual masters on Void Island. When they leave Void Island, they will naturally spread the word.

It's not that Yan Wuse is afraid, he just has a hand in everything.

——If he fails to kill Xiao Kongtong here and encounters some accident later.

When trees grow old, their beards hang down, and when people grow old, they become more refined.

Even if he has absolute confidence, Yan Wuse will not be as blind as Rao Yaoyao. His roots are always rooted in all directions.

"Holy resurrection."

A wrong fingertip, a snap of the fingers.

The holy power gathered on the head, and only the mouth appeared colorless. The upper half of the face, which had not yet been fully condensed, was also completely restored.

Until now, without any external interference or hindrance. The Third Emperor's face was colorless and he had returned to his peak state.

"Click!"

He turned his head, pinched his knuckles, and the bones all over his body crackled, like the first stretch of his body to welcome the morning light after a long sleep.

After the laziness is over, it’s time to get down to business.

"Interesting, interesting."

"A Xiao Kongtong pretending to be the Eight Masters, Xu Xiaoshou pretending to be Xiao Kongtong, a Meisi man who cut off his second number, an immortal body with five declines of heavenly beings... so many!"

"So many clowns!"

Yan WuSe counted on his fingers and found that he could not count all the "abnormalities" he had observed since he was suppressed.

And just these self-talks, after spreading, caused an uproar on Void Island.

"The Eighth Sword Immortal doesn't exist?"

"The five degenerations of heaven and humans with an immortal body?"

"Isn't this King of Hell a body of decay? He, he, he has two constitutions? Are they all five great bodies?"

"Did Mr. Yan say something wrong?"

"Impossible, Mr. Yan can't be wrong!"

"So that's all of us, they tricked us?"

Yu Lingdi also looked surprised.

But he moved very quickly, and after seeing that Yan Wuse had fully recovered, he looked like he wanted to leave the place, and immediately dodged over.

"Mr. Yan, do I need to follow you..."

He had already released the binding with the Gate of Dimensions, but before he finished speaking, Yan Wuse disappeared.

The afterimage in front of me disappeared, and in the Thousand Miles Mirror Technique,

Head, but a colorless figure flashed out.

"This speed..."

Everyone gasped.

Even the most proficient Taixu expert in escape techniques would have to spend a long time from the First Hall of Sin to the Fallen Abyss.

In the blink of an eye, Yan Wuse was almost teleporting, was it completed? Fall into the abyss.

Yan Wuhe spat, rubbed his hands together, and straightened his light blond hair from front to back, then raised his head with a half-smile.

"Ten breaths?"

There were wrinkles on his forehead, and his right eyebrow raised high, "You seem to be crazy after being incarnated with the emperor's thoughts?"

Xiao Kongtong's eyes were slightly condensed, his expression was solemn, and he did not answer.

The wild wind of the Fallen Abyss made his clothes rustle, and no one on the island came to see him. This scene made him feel lonely.

Xiao Kongtong is like an emotionless swordsman, holding his sword and waiting for his opponent's arrival alone.

And now, the other party arrived as promised.

"Then shall I start counting?"

Yan Wuse whistled and raised his first finger, "Sun Wheel." Or was this the trick?

Everyone was stunned before the Qianlijingjing surgery.

But before they started to question, everyone saw the light spots gathering behind Yan Wuse, and the thin sun disks gathered together at the same time.

In an instant, tens of thousands of blazing white sun appeared, almost blinding the eyes of all those watching the battle.

The intense light even caused the colorless body to lose other colors, leaving only the blackness of the backlight.

Xiao Kongtong's heartbeat suddenly stopped.

He was still thinking of retorting.

Who would have thought that Yan Wuse's true body could summon tens of thousands of sun discs! He can cut off a single sun disc, but what about the tens of thousands of sun discs?

"Go ahead."

Yan Wu Se did not even make any extra movements, and gave a light command.

The tens of thousands of sun wheels that were summoned effortlessly rushed towards Xiao Kong Tong at the same time.

Xiao Kong Tong released the Wu Xiang sword body almost at the same time.

His flesh and blood body dissipated in an instant, and the Kong Tong Wu Xiang sword in his hand danced from front to back, containing the meaning of four ounces to move a thousand pounds.

With the help of the power of "moving the way" in the Three Thousand Swords, this sword pushed the tens of thousands of sun wheels containing terrifying energy behind him and then passed them back to the front.

"Hidden Sword Art·Accepting the Way."

Xiao Kong Tong did not return the tens of thousands of sun wheels with the way they were used. Instead, when he opened his mouth to swallow the Kong Tong Wu Xiang sword into his body, he swallowed the power of the sun wheels into his stomach.

"Oh?"

Yan Wu Se's expression suddenly became wonderful.

However, after the Wuxiang Sword Body swallowed such a huge amount of energy, it lost its shape, and only the human figure outlined by the sword intent, sword energy, and sword thoughts suddenly expanded.

The power of tens of thousands of sun wheels was hidden by the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword standing at the spine, as if it was hidden in the scabbard.

After that...

"Infinite number, watch a cut!"

Xiao Kongtong opened his mouth and stretched out his hand to pull the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword out of the scabbard of the Wuxiang Sword Body.

The power of tens of thousands of sun wheels was digested in an instant, turning into tens of thousands of loud sword lights, slashing towards Yan Wucai.

"Yo ho ho?"

Yan Wucai's eyebrows flew up.

He knew about the ancient sword technique, but too few people used the hidden sword technique, even fewer than the number of ancient sword practitioners.

It was really unexpected that Xiao Kongtong could use it in such a situation. But...

"That's it?"

The old man said in a weird voice, facing the light of tens of thousands of sword thoughts that superimposed the infinite power of the first realm of the Nine Swordsmanship, Yan Wucai's body shattered and exploded into spots.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

The endless sword light slashed and swept, slashing at the Thousand Miles Mirror Art in a very impactful way, as if it was about to fly out.

This gave people an infinite visual impact, scaring everyone to cover their eyes with blood and tears, retreating together, cursing.

But tens of thousands of "Guan Yi Zhan", under the guidance of Xiao Kongtong,

the one who was slashed was definitely not the people outside the Thousand Miles Mirror Art, let alone Yan Wucai, but the Tao of this place. Only the sound of hissing and chaotic was heard, and the rules of heaven and earth were slashed like bubbles and phantoms.

Among them was the Avenue of Light.

The slashing of the Avenue of Light was naturally to force Yan Wucai's figure out.

"I have an idea."

Sure enough, once the Avenue was broken, Yan Wucai came back with his chin pinched, and he had no place to hide.

But those tens of thousands of "Guan Yi Zhan" circled in the void again, and slashed back in the direction of Xiao Kongtong.

Xiao Kongtong did not take them into his body.

Instead, he activated the Mo Sword Technique, and guided them in the way that it could manipulate the torrent of sword energy.

"Qinghe Sword Realm."

With a command, the tens of thousands of "Guan Yi Zhan" that should have returned to the body gathered into a torrent of blue sword energy.

This sword, combining the Nine Sword Techniques, the Hidden Sword Technique, and the first realm of the Mo Sword Technique, slashed at the elemental body Yan Wu Se with real damage!

"Wow~"

Yan Wu Se screamed, and was really impressed.

If it is said that the simple Guan Yi Zhan could not bring a threat to his body. Then this Guan Yi Zhan that has been multiplied, increased and truly injured tens of thousands of times is enough to make his heartbeat slightly faster.

"Die Yue."

In an instant, he retreated ten miles, pulling away from the safe distance of life.

Yan Wu Se stopped laughing, his fingertips turned into flowers, and a thin silver moon condensed in front of him.

Die Moon, an innate spiritual skill.

It can swallow most energy attacks, and can also swallow all light abilities, turning into Die Moon's own defense.

In Yan Wu Se's eyes, spiritual skills have no levels, only use.

At the moment, Die Moon is the best spiritual skill that can absorb the power of the sun wheel and improve its own quality.

And while resisting Guan Yi Zhan with the blessing of holy power, it can use the improvement of defense to weaken Guan Yi Zhan's attack.

"Swish!"

A cracking sound.

The first Guan Yi Zhan easily tore through Die Moon's defense.

But Yan Wu Se retreated half a step.

With a point of his fingertips, he calculated extremely accurately and condensed 9,999 Die Moons, drawing a moon barrier in front.

Guan Yi Zhan penetrated everything in an instant.

While tearing off the last layer of Die Moon, the remaining energy was stopped by Yan Wu Se with just one finger.

Yan Wu Se dealt with all the remaining Guan Yi Zhan in the same way. This seemingly life-threatening attack ended with Yan Wu Se retreating ten miles, lowering his eyes and stroking his beard, and his fingertips elegantly blocking Shang Wan Guan Yi Zhan.

Everyone in front of the Qianli Transmission Technique was stunned.

"This control... my god, it's simply amazing!"

"'Die Yue, the level of the spiritual skills is not high, how come I can see the feeling of Sheng Wu in the hands of Old Yan?"

"Is this the light of refining spirits? Is this the combat consciousness of the third realm?"

"Big Brother has no chance of winning no matter how you look at it. How did Xu Xiaoshou cripple Old Yan before? This is too, too..."

Above the Fallen Abyss, Xiao Kongtong was stunned in place, thinking that this was too dreamy. He was not surprised that Yan Wu Se could block his attack, but the calculation was so precise that he didn't even use any extra strength, and finally pinned his Guan Yi Zhan with his fingertips. This was something he had never thought of!

"Congratulations on successfully fighting against a semi-saint and making it through the first round." Yan Wu Se disappeared ten miles away like an outsider, but he clapped his hands beside Xiao Kongtong, "But this emperor has figured out your fighting power." Xiao Kongtong suddenly turned his head.

Yan Wu Se returned to his original position, with his hands outside his waist and legs, and swung down.

"Zizi--"

The purple lightning light gathered in Yan Wu Se's palm in an instant, and finally extended into an electric gun.

The purple electric gun pointed into the ground, and the tail came out of the top of the head. The electric snake swam and crawled all over the body, giving Yan Wu Se, who was wearing a light golden robe, a color of wanton tyranny. "Electric Spear!"

Xiao Kongtong's heart sank.

This gun is not

a spiritual weapon, but a spiritual skill.

If the previous Die Yue was a small fight.

Then the Electric Spear is the real peak holy martial art, and it is Yan Wu Se's first famous skill that made him famous as the "Light of Refining Spirits".

This holy martial art, one gun and one calamity, is extremely violent.

The most bizarre legend is that Yan Wu Se used this gun when he was young to force Yi Zhan Dao into a nine-death thunder tribulation.

Then under the nine-death thunder tribulation, he pierced people alive, without any reason! When Xiao Kongtong saw the electric spear, he immediately thought of his current realm.

"Are you ready for the semi-saint status?"

"Maybe, something unexpected will happen next!"

Yan Wu Se seemed to be talking to himself. After a light laugh, the electric spear in his hand shook out a spark of electricity and rushed forward.

"Nine Sword Techniques·Nine Buddhas Protect the Coffin!"

The Kongtong Wu Xiang Sword in Xiao Kongtong's hand immediately plunged down, splitting into three, three into nine.

At the same time, the gods and Buddhas opened their eyes, and nine great Buddhas appeared, protecting him.

And the nine swords around him turned into a closed sword coffin, locking him tightly in it.

The formation technique in the Nine Sword Technique combines the power of the gods and Buddhas, and turns the virtual into the real - this can minimize the damage of attacks that cannot be avoided in the future.

"The power of a bullet is a joke."

Even though Xiao Kongtong had used all his skills, Yan Wu Se only laughed when he arrived in front of the nine great Buddhas.

He didn't even need to use his spiritual skills anymore. He spun the Dian Liang Spear in his hand and slashed it fiercely.

"Boom!"

The space of ten thousand miles was blown up by the Dian Liang Spear on the spot.

The entire mountaintop of the Fallen Abyss that had been blown up once... no, the entire mountain range was completely annihilated by lightning.

The endless rules were revealed, but it was like a thousand-mile mirror transmission technique, and it was shattered on the spot through the air.

"Fuck!"

The eyes of everyone in the First Sin Palace almost popped out.

They all jumped back, feeling as if they were also blown up by a gun. When they came to their senses, they looked at each other, embarrassed and unable to speak, but soon, someone broke the deadlock.

"Open!"

"Open again!"

"Damn it, open quickly, I'll give you medicine!"

The big man swallowed the pill in a hurry, and with trembling hands, he opened the Thousand Miles Mirror Technique again, with regret in his eyes.

But curiosity, after all, occupied a larger proportion of all his emotions. The spiritual mirror reopened.

However, the shadow of the Buddha of Misty Worlds had disappeared from the Fallen Abyss.

It is conceivable that the combination of the Nine Sword Techniques and the Heart Sword Technique was blown up by the Dianliang Gun.

The big man was looking, and soon locked onto a cracked sword coffin thousands of miles away.

It was still bursting into the distance, and the remaining force did not decrease at all!

It passed through the mountains and the jungle, and it was clearly from the Fallen Abyss, and was pulled out of the territory of the Fallen Abyss by a gun!

"Swish."

Yan Wu Se came to face him with the Dianliang Gun and raised it high.

Xiao Kong Tong, who was covered in blood and whose formless body had been collapsed back to its original form, was left with panic and helplessness on his face.

"It's over."

Yan Wu Se, shot again and again.

Bang!

The sword coffin exploded, and the nine swords were broken and returned to one state.

Xiao Kongtong temporarily released the Wu Xiang sword body again, trying to avoid damage, but the sword body was Wu Xiang, and it was blown up again by absolute power.

Kongtong Wu Xiang sword flew out, and the sword was out of the hand of its owner. The sword energy, sword intent, and sword thoughts exploded all over the sky, and a blood-red line was drawn in the void.

Xiao Kongtong seized the opportunity, collected his remaining strength, and barely condensed back into human form, still with half a breath left.

"There is a chance, I still have a chance!"

"He must have regarded this as a phantom sword technique, thinking that I temporarily created an illusion to deceive him, after all, phantom sword technique is my root."

"In fact, these are all true, I can't react to the attack of the electric gun at all... But he doesn't know these, he must still think I am very strong..." Tsk!

Yan Wu Se suddenly appeared behind him with his back to him. He spun, tilted, and stabbed with the Dian Liang Spear, pinning Xiao Kong Tong in the void.

"Zi Zi..."

The electric current surged, and his thoughts stopped.

Xiao Kong Tong's face was stiff, and his hair stood up.

He lowered his head helplessly, but saw a purple electric current passing through his heart.

This electric spear had an irregular shape, and the tip of the spear was bloody and beautiful.

Xiao Kong Tong's pupils finally lost their light.

"Uh uh uh uh uh..."

His body began to twitch, his consciousness began to blur, his teeth chattered, and he made uncontrollable sounds.

"Boy, what about the ten breaths you promised?"

Yan Wu Se slid with his elbow on the Dian Liang Spear, leaned back, and tilted his head back, with his golden hair hanging down.

He turned his head and just saw the twitching face of Xiao Kongtong, so he grinned and said:

"Do you need to rely on the mercy of your enemies to grant you your arrogant ten breaths of time?"

"If that's all, I will be very disappointed."

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