Chapter 1539: :let me do it

Puff!

In the distance, Li Tiandao's body trembled suddenly, and his face suddenly solidified, because at the position of his heart, a white and slender palm appeared at some point, poked in from his back, and completely penetrated his chest!

The white and slender palm held something impressively, it was the heart of Litiandaozhu!

At the same time, Li Tiandao's dantian was also destroyed, and the Yuanli Shenquan in his body was completely destroyed!

All this happened too suddenly!

"you you……"

There was a touch of horror and unwillingness in the eyes of the Lord Litian, and it was even more incredible in his heart!

"If you hadn't forcibly performed the Heaven-Splitting Killer twice, and the cultivation base fell sharply, I might not be able to do it, thank you so much..."

A strange voice sounded, as if the two voices were mixed together, with a slight smile, as if everything was under control.

Wow!

The black cloak was flying, and a tall figure appeared behind the Lord Litian. It was this person who shot and hit the Lord Litian!

"Why... why... you... aren't you the patron saint of my Heaven-Splitting Dao... the Son of Heaven-Splitting..."

Li Tiandao said difficultly, with a daze and unwillingness in his tone!

"If he is really the Son of Heaven, he will naturally not shoot you, but unfortunately... he is not! He"

On the other side, Ye Wuque spoke coldly, his eyes cold.

Hearing Ye Wuque's words, Litiandao Lord's body trembled, revealing incredible meaning, and tried his best to speak again: "You...who are you?"

"Hehe, who am I? Don't you really remember?"

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The black cloak fell abruptly, withdrew his right hand, and came to Li Tiandao, a pale and handsome face appeared, and the pair of pupils on it had no white eyes, it was terrifying!

This person is... Ji Wuzong!

"You... it's you! You... didn't die! How could this happen? You... you swallowed the Heavenly Cracker?"

When the Lord Litian saw this face clearly, his eyes were bulging, as if he had seen something incredible, bloodshots emerged from it!

"Of course I am not dead! As for the rest, go to **** and ask the old thing!"

Ji Wuzong's gaze condensed, and Litiandaozhu's whole person suddenly exploded, turning into a sky full of flesh and blood, no bones left!

Li Tiandao Lord, fall!

After killing the Lord Litian, the golden god-cracking mirror that belonged to him was grabbed by him, and at the same time a silver god-cracking mirror appeared in his other hand!

One gold and one silver complement each other and resonate!

"Three thousand years! Finally let me wait for this opportunity..."

Looking at the two-sided split-sky divine mirror in his hand, Ji Wuzong's eyes without white eyes filled with a strange excitement and desire, as if he had waited too long!

Click!

Ji Wuzong suddenly merged the two God-Splitting Mirrors in one place, and in an instant a wave of earth-shaking waves exploded, and the two God-Splitting Mirrors merged together strangely and turned into a brand-new mirror of gold and silver!

With a squeak, the gold and silver **** mirror flew up and hovered behind Ji Wuxian's head. In an instant, his breath began to soar!

Ji Wuzong seemed to enjoy this moment, but his weird eyes still fell on Ye Wuque's body.

"Unexpectedly! Not only did you not die, you were reborn and possessed the power of a human king state! If it was the me before, maybe it was really not your opponent! But now...what are you fighting against? ?"

Ji Wuzong smiled and opened his mouth, staring at Ye Wuque, high above him, as if looking at an ant!

Ye Wuque stood in the void, and Tai Xu Lian Tianding turned in front of him. He looked at Ji Wuzun coldly, his eyes were still deep and calm, but the light became sharper!

"You are very arrogant, but you will only die today!"

Hearing Ye Wuque's words, Ji Wuzong suddenly burst into laughter!

"Hahahaha... you are seriously injured and alone, just rely on this mouth?"

"Who said he was alone?"

At this moment, a sonorous meaning suddenly came from a distance, the same cold, spreading above the nine heavens!

That voice went from far to near, followed by a sword chant that resounded across the sky!

A figure of a white robe hunting and hunting came out of a sword, with a long sword on his back, with clear eyes and a handsome face, as if the sword **** came to the dust, and fell beside Ye Wuque.

With a sword to the east, the style minister finally arrived!

Seeing the handsome minister, Ye Wuque finally showed a faint smile on his expressionless face.

"I cut this scorpion smoothly, so it was delayed for a while."

There was also a smile on the face of the Feng Chenchen, but immediately after throwing his right hand, a **** head rolled into the void, and there was still endless unwillingness and despair on it. It was the ancestor Xuetuo who had just fled away!

The ancestor of Xue Tuo eventually fell, but died in the hands of the handsome minister.

At this moment, Ye Wuque stood side by side with the elegant and handsome ministers, like the **** of war, like the **** of sword, swallowing thousands of miles of anger, all with supreme style!

Ji Wuzong's eyes narrowed, and the figure of a handsome minister was reflected in those white eyes. In his perception, the cultivation of this suddenly appeared person was powerful and unfathomable, and also possessed the power of the human king!

The two stared at Ji Wuzong, and the handsome minister said indifferently: "Now, you have become a lonely person. Although you cut this old guy, it was too boring. It just so happens that you and I are both intact. You are also interested, to see how many swords you can block me!"

Yin!

The long sword of the handsome minister is out of the sheath, the white robe hunts, the supreme sword intent is gushing, the terrible cultivation base explodes, and the entire sky seems to be shining with infinite sword light!

But immediately after Ye Wuque stepped out, stopping the handsome minister!

"Old Feng, let me come. My grievances with him must be counted personally."

Ye Wuque stared at Ji Wuzong, his tone was calm, but he was overbearing!

Hearing Ye Wuque’s words, the style minister waved his right hand, and the long sword returned to its sheath, reducing the fluctuations of his body, but looking at Ji Wuzong with clear eyes, said: "Your luck is really bad. Ye... shit."

Immediately, the style minister stepped away, retreated, and directly gave up the battlefield.

Above the void, Ye Wuque and Ji Wuxian faced each other far away, and the horrible breath exploded!