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Whoosh …

A demonic wind suddenly blew. This wind seemed to have some kind of terrifying magic that made people's heart feel cold all of a sudden. Just as the Eastern Ocean Army's hearts trembled due to the cold wind, they found that the world in front of them had turned green …

At this time, Shen Xiaoyao fell down and closed his eyes … Arrows and spells flew towards him, instantly draining his life. In a coma, he died at the same time. Even if he died, his comatose state would not be canceled out. Compared to when he was previously unconscious for thirty minutes, the amount of time he would only be unconscious for was only fifteen minutes after using the wind of misfortune.

Within this range, every inch of the ground had turned into an astonishing green without any impurities. This green color, however, was not as dissipating as the poisonous mist released by Shen Xiaoyao previously. Instead, it had always been maintained in this color …

All of the players who had entered this green land felt as if they were being slashed by the Death God's scythe. They watched in horror as their HP rapidly dropped at a rate of 20% per second. Every second meant they were one step closer to the abyss of death.

Tomb of the Ghost, Feng Xiaoyao used all of his poisonous energy to create the final killing move of a land of death. This land of death will last for more than three hours, and anyone who steps inside will be forced to die by the poison of 20% of their HP per second. This poison killing would last forever in this land of death, and it could not be cancelled until one was buried here. Even if one left immediately, it would continue for a full twenty seconds. Without powerful healing potions, or if a few Priests were healed at the same time, they would not be able to escape their doom.

One by one, the rest of the Japanese soldiers fell to the ground as well … Within a few seconds, the dark green ground was littered with corpses. The dark green color released from the ground was like the gazes of countless venomous snakes. Just a glance at it caused one's body to tremble.

This player … It actually created a terrifying place of death! Players could actually have such an inhumane skill. The players of the East Ocean Continent shuddered as they recalled the scene before them. That was enough to scare them to death. Although this was a land of death in front of them, they had no choice but to bite the bullet and step forward, because to close quarters guards like them, there was nothing more terrifying than being killed by that person!

"Careful!" Witnessing Shen Xiao's carefree and unfettered fall, Ling Jie muttered to himself for a moment, then did not look down anymore, tightly grabbed onto his Kusanagi and rushed up. When he walked to the third of the way, two rays of dangerous cold rays attacked from above him at the same time. Without even looking, he fiercely gritted his teeth, and the Kusanagi in his hands slashed out a meteor-like radiance …

"Chi!"

The members of the Eternal Sun were all assassins, and their attacks were also extremely fast and fast. However, no matter how fast their blades were, how could they be faster than Ling Jie's sword? With a flash of the sword, a muffled grunt came from the sky, and a corpse fell straight down from a crack in the stairs, landing on the floor of Death Cast by Shen Xiaoyao. Ling Jie did not retract his sword, and instead changed direction at an incredible speed.

Only by personally fighting with Ling Jie would they truly experience just how fast his sword was. When he made his move, he couldn't clearly see the movement of his hand. When he swung his sword, he could only catch a flash of a shadow … But in reality, there were three, five, or even more sword images. These experts with high reflexes and agility were killed before Ling Jie's sword even had the slightest reaction.

"Whiz!"

On the narrow staircase, obstructions appeared once again. Ling Jie's footsteps did not stop. Looking up above him, Kusanagi waved his sword in the air and instantly, several sword shadows appeared five meters away, instantly killing another expert who was about to launch an attack. After another step, another Astral Soul was cast, causing another person to die … The same killing move, all hit. Even if it was these experts of the Eternal Sun, they would not have the qualifications to dodge Ling Jie's godly sword attack.

"Chi!"

"Chi!"

"Chi!"

Atop the narrow circular staircase, Ling Jie would only be able to face two people at most each time. Under the constant swinging of the sword shadows, he walked closer and closer to the top of the viewing platform, step by step, he killed one person after another …

These powerful warriors were as weak as ants in front of his sword shadows. If they were attacking from a wide area, Ling Jie might be in a lot of danger, but facing each of them one by one, who would be able to survive Ling Jie's sword mirages, and who would be his match.

"Chi!"

"Chi!"

"Chi!"

Amidst the sounds of his body being torn apart, the eleventh Eternal Sun expert was also killed by his sword. He stomped on the ground and jumped up high to stand at the top of the viewing platform. He then coldly looked at the two people who were standing on top of the platform.

The eleven experts of the Eternal Sun went to block him, but were unable to do anything. Instead, all eleven of them were turned into corpses.

"Son of the Sun God" and the mysterious man were both quiet but their hearts were already filled with shock...

Is this the strength of a Heavenly Soul member?

Was this the difference between the strongest Eternal Sun of the East Ocean Continent and the strongest Heavenly Soul of China?

The person who looked the youngest and most harmless in the Heavenly Soul Realm... In the blink of an eye, the Everlasting Sun was almost annihilated.

"You can choose to jump in. Break your lips immediately! " Ling Jie didn't even look at the "Sun God's Child" as he pointed his grass sword at the mysterious man and said with a sneer.

The moment the four words were uttered, both their expressions changed drastically.

"The members of 'Eternal Sun' are all from 'Heaven's Tolerance'. And the 'Heaven Tolerance' is an organization raised by the Ocean Emperor. It is also an organization that is loyal to only the Ocean Emperor. However, ah … [I didn't expect you, the exalted emperor of the East Ocean Continent, to actually come personally to supervise the invasion. That is a legend that I can't help but to imagine.] The reason you were able to cross your border into this place should be because of the Wang Quan Divine Tool of the East Ocean Region, the Eight-Foot Mirror, right? Heh... Because the Knife of Grass in my hand has already felt the power of the eight-foot mirror on you. "But …" Ling Jie's face darkened, his two eyes radiating cold light: "No matter who you are, to dare to invade my Huaxia District, you must be aware of your death! My Huaxia Ling Family's second heir, Ling Jie, is not afraid of anyone's revenge … "Die!"

As the word "die" came out of his mouth, Ling Jie had already rushed forward, and stabbed his sword towards the mysterious man wearing the cloak … Ling Jie had guessed correctly that he was the current Emperor of the East Ocean Continent.

The moment his body moved, a black shadow flashed in front of him and the "Son of the Sun God" appeared before him. Following the flash of the shadow, it suddenly turned into two black shadows and pierced toward his body at the same time with pitch black thorns …

Clang!

Two short blades simultaneously landed on his grass razor sword. From the impact that came from the sword blade, he instantly knew which one was real and which was illusory. Then, the grass razor in his hand disappeared just like that …

It was so fast that it seemed to disappear …

"Cloud Slash!"

13486, -13620, -13501, -13491, -13222, -13756, -13250, -13542, -13411, -13722, -13652, -13620, -13882.

Thirteen damage figures gracefully floated above the "Son of the Sun God" 's head, also giving him a magnificent death.

The strongest player in the East Ocean's strongest group also wasn't able to last past Ling Jie's attack. His body stiffened as he fell to the ground, falling right next to Ling Jie's feet.

Behind Ling Jie, the sound of chaotic footsteps rang out, and dozens of Magisters rushed over … And only wind-style Magisters were able to pass through the Land of Death with the Floating Technique at a low altitude. The ones who rushed up were all wind-style Magisters. At the same time, all kinds of chaotic noises came from the surrounding space. Wave after wave of Chinese players, riding flying pets and mounts, appeared in the surroundings. In the blink of an eye, they were surrounded by a dense crowd of hundreds of bows aimed at them. Without any hesitation, Ling Jie instantly stepped forward, and instantly rushed to the side of the crease in the morning. With one hand, he grabbed onto his body, and pointed the grass razor sword at his throat … He was sure that Breaking Dawn was not from China because he had reached level 80, but from the Eight Foot Mirror. He was even more certain that he would be able to take his life before the surrounding attacks even started.

"Release him immediately! We can spare your life! " On the right side, a golden armoured East Ocean Saint yelled while riding on a flying peng. Including him, no one dared to attack Ling Jie. They could not help but fear that Ling Jie would kill the person he had kidnapped before he was killed … Ling Jie's death was a mere loss of one rank. If he died early, then the authority and dignity of the Eastern Ocean Country would be taken care of! If the news of him being killed was spread out, it would be a huge humiliation to the entire East Ocean Continent.

This was because he had sufficient confidence to confirm that Ling Jie did not dare to kill him. After all, he was the Emperor of the East Ocean Continent. Although this was the game world, it was not as simple as a single player killing another player to kill the Emperor of the East Ocean Continent. He said, "Hur hur, young man, don't be rash. You can't kill me, but I …"

"Chi!"

15,333!

"Hey!" I'm going to kill you! " Watching as the grass razor blade easily pierced through the opening of Ling Jie's body, Ling Jie laughed; his laughter was incredibly relaxed.

"You …"

Morning's eyes widened, then he closed his eyes and fell to the ground.

Intense heartbeats and gasps sounded from the surroundings.

"Heavens …" Your Majesty! "

"The Sky Emperor is dead!"

"He killed the Sky Emperor!"

"Your Majesty! "AHH!" Also … What are you still standing there for, let him die! "

Under the protection of so many people, he was actually killed just like that. In their panic, they directed all of their emotions towards Ling Jie. Instantly, one after another, the strongest wind magic and countless arrows concentrated at Ling Jie from all directions …

If it hit, he would definitely die.

Feeling the impending death approaching, he raised his grass razor, and laughed in a relaxed and contented manner: "Heh … You will never be able to get back your swords! And don't even think about killing me! "

"Astral — Soul — Crippled!"

With a wave of the grass razor sword, a long sword slash cut down …

The target that the Astral Souls left behind was not the enemy, but themselves. This long sword scar was precisely imprinted diagonally on Ling Jie's own body, completely draining his vitality.

Just as his body began to collapse, countless spells and arrows landed on his body … After a moment, his body collapsed and disappeared in a flash of white light. However, there was no grass shaving sword in the place where he had been standing.

He had been killed by himself, not by the Japanese players! He was using this skill that he comprehended of himself as a self-deprecating technique. He had completed his promise to the God of Heaven, which was also to himself.