Chapter 371 Sad, Forgotten Angel Sword
Chapter 371: Sorrow, the Forgotten Angel Sword
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The sword was unsheathed in an instant, and a dazzling light rushed into the sky, piercing through the vastness of the ghost world and shining on the sky.
The sword was unsheathed, like an indescribable force impact. With Wang Ce as the center, circles of sand were blown like ripples of water.
The sword is a good sword, and it looks particularly beautiful, especially the faint air flow slowly swimming on the scabbard sword, like a dragon.
Dragon? Dragon!
The face of King Wuyou was twisted in the terrifying light, as if it was the most incredible gaze. This is, this is...
Wang Ce grinned, and laughed weakly and happily while spitting out blood bubbles: "Yes, you guessed right!"
The sword bullet pointed out the sheath, and a dragon roared in the sky. The real dragon's aura rushed towards the face, storming everywhere, with a halo shining brightly. The sword energy turned into a divine dragon and rushed away! The strong wind blew against all things, and the radius of a hundred meters was actually flattened by a sword!
In a trance, Wang Ce was like a sun emitting the most shining light, releasing the most terrifying power. An indescribable power, a force that absolutely makes warriors uncomfortable.
King Wuyou stood still like a sculpture, and the murderous intent in his eyes was replaced by despair and gray. He bowed his head in a daze: "You, you have such a thing, why are you only now..."
With such a powerful sword, why didn't you use it, but then? King Wuyou's indignation and accusations were not finished. His words became more and more rapid and shorter, and the blood on his face faded away like a tide.
A crack appeared on his waist, and then... cut it in half!
Wang Ce took his last breath, his eyes full of joking smiles: "It's been too long, so long that I forgot. It turns out that I still have an angel sword in my hand! Sorry, I really didn't tease you on purpose!"
"I really forgot that Emperor Tang once gave me this thing."
An angel sword that is as powerful as the Liuli Wushu Sect, you Wang Ce said you forgot? Forgot? Forgot!
This sword has the power of Liuli Wushu Sect's hard work! You actually have the face to say that you forgot. Why don't you forget to eat, sleep and find a woman!
King Wuyou's upper body fell to the ground. When he heard this, he was unwilling to accept it or angry and spit out his last mouthful of blood. He was so angry that he would be angry! Even if he didn't die, he might be angry to death by this sentence.
A generation of super master Wuyou Wang fell!
"Brother, I really forgot." Wang Ce smiled bitterly. You thought he didn't want to relax. I thought about it a long time ago, why did he fight so much as both sides were hurt?
Looking at King Wuyou's corpse with complicated eyes, Wang Ce shook his head weakly, and said as light as the wind: "King King Wuyou, you are really out of date."
"From today, the era of my Wang Ce has arrived."
This statement is not loud, but it is extremely firm. This statement has extremely rich meanings and is more confident, and it is the confidence of martial arts laid by stepping on the body of King Wuyou.
The last trace of will drained his strength, and Wang Ce's eyes fell down softly!
The fiercely fighting ghost world returned to death. The bitter wind kept blowing the sand, and soon spread a layer of shallow sand on Wang Ce on countless corpses.
It will soon cover countless corpses in the sea of sand. One day after another, one year after another!
However, at this time, a slender figure struggled to get up, identify each corpse, and kept finding Wang Ce. She made a sob sound, rubbing Wang Ce's face covered with dry blood, but she felt particularly sad and felt a little bit painful.
She carried Wang Ce hard and walked towards the entrance a few steps, as if she remembered something, and walked into the depths of the ghost world.
She seemed to remember something important again, and hurriedly came back to find the martial god scroll that Wang Ce had thrown away before. She took the weapon in her hand, and then went deeper and deeper into the ghost world with Wang Ce step by step!
No matter how bitter or hard it is, her figure exudes unprecedented determination and never-before peace.
The wind and sand cover everything up again and return to peace.
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Outside the ghost world, the storm has eased a lot.
The green umbrella and green clothes dragged a afterimage, and quickly stepped on the edge of the cliff, and dragged another afterimage to a small hill like lightning to borrow strength.
The people who had pursued Wang Ce before were not the opponents of Half-Emperor Soul and Song Yunxian. Some died, some escaped. They were only Half-Emperor Soul, but Wang Ce could not be found for a while.
The half-emperor soul was silent, and a slender and graceful figure rushed over. Under the blue umbrella, he flew away and said quietly: "You shouldn't have come."
Song Yunxian looked at it for a while and flew with him among the mountains and forests, full of determination: "I came to find you, and I wanted to tell you that no matter how many differences you and my father have or how big the differences are, that is your business with him."
Song Yunxian's eyes were vague, and the half-emperor's soul said in a low voice: "Don't lose your mind, look for Wang Ce."
Song Yunxian hurriedly came back to his senses, looked down at the earth, sensed his breath, and continued to fly at high speed to search: "The problem between you and my father is your problem, why do you involve me?"
I don’t know if the night before dawn gave her the greatest courage, she said loudly: “I just like you. I don’t care what the differences between you and my dad have, I just like you.”
The half-emperor's soul trembled and almost crashed. After a while, he passed a mountain and said hoarsely: "You have been in Jianshen Mountain, and have been protected by your father. You don't understand. The road to Jianshen Mountain is wrong."
This woman, who was originally like an iceberg, turned into a soft water-like soft face to the man under the green umbrella. She only said loudly: "I don't understand? I am a woman, I don't want to understand. I only know that I like you and you like me too. But you dare not come to see me!"
"Since you were injured, you have never been willing to come to see me for so many years. This time you clearly saw me and knew me. If Wang Ce had not been in danger, you probably wouldn't have come out to see me. Who doesn't understand? Wang Hun, you are the person you don't understand the most."
A loud shout was filled with great sadness, and many years of pain vented, covering our face sobbed: "We grew up together and learned swords from our father together, why are we becoming more and more distant!"
The green umbrella floated on the top of the mountain, and the storm could not ravage the towering umbrella. The person under the umbrella trembled instead. After a long time, he said hoarsely: "I originally planned to have success in my cultivation, and I will see you again!"
"Xian'er, I like you!"
Song Yunxian was surprised and laughed like a little girl, and gave him a heavy smile: "Then why haven't you come to see me for so many years?"
The half-emperor soul slowly breathed out, as if it felt much more comfortable. He stood firm and was about to answer, but suddenly looked up toward the sky.
Emperor Xiao Wu fell from the night and said with a weird look: "Sorry, I'm disturbing you. Where is Wang Ceren?" Song Yunxian suddenly looked at him and exclaimed. Emperor Xiao Wu wiped his face, full of dried blood spots, and he didn't care.
"I'm looking for it too." Half-Emperor's soul said in a low voice, and there was an extraordinary light and fighting spirit on the eyes on half of the face: "Little Wu Emperor? Very good. When you look back, you and I will fight!?"
"Okay. I'm just about to say it." Emperor Xiao Wu nodded confidently. The two of them were both very direct people, but half of the emperor's soul focused on the swordsmanship without distractions. Emperor Xiao Wu was proud, confident, disdainful and gentle.
"I'll look for that kid again." Xiao Wu Emperor shouted and sank into the darkness.
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The strong wind in the ghost world rolls up sand and makes a shrill scream.
Many corpses were scattered in this sand. The yellow sand was swept by the strong wind, and the corpses were almost submerged in just two hours.
At this time, a figure rushed into the sky, vaguely smelling a trace of blood, and searched. Ji Qianbai shook his sleeves, and countless grains of sand flew out, revealing the corpse below.
Ji Qianbai's face froze and murmured to himself: "Boy, don't die. This time I just want to make things difficult for you and vent my anger, and I don't want to harm you. I also want to accept disciples."
While checking the corpse, Ji Qianbai was in a bad mood. It was definitely quite bad.
It’s hard to say whether Wang Ce is smart or stupid, his eyesight must be first-class. Ji Qianbai’s cultivation is imprisoned, so it’s not difficult to lead Wang Ce to escape. Anyway, he was also a pervert of the level of honor when he was young, such as the half-imperial soul.
Ji Qianbai wanted to vent his anger. After all, he was deceived by Lao Gu and was also attracted by Wang Ce from thousands of miles away. As the supreme Emperor of Martial Arts, how could he be in a state of disgrace? He was a little embarrassed by Wang Ce. Seeing that this kid was defeated.
Don’t always show off a "I will definitely win you" attitude and just let it go. As a result... Wang Ce is gone.
There is no need to say more about Ji Qianbai's annoyance.
The bloody case at the entrance to the ghost world will be discovered sooner or later, just a separation between early and late. Sooner, Emperor Xiao Wu and Half Emperor Soul came here one after another and were stunned.
Ji Qianbai looked up and shook his head and said, "No body was found! Look."
The little Wu Emperor fixed his eyes on a man who was beheaded in half. He fell silent and dug a big pit without saying a word, buried the body of King Wuyou, and said calmly: "It's King Wuyou, it's the evil god who ambushed him. That kid should have been here."
After searching for a while, Wang Ce's body was still not found. Everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief and frowned and puzzled. How could Wang Ce kill King Wuyou?
The half-emperor's soul was obvious. After one move, the angel sword that lost the true dragon energy fell on his hand. I looked at it for a while: "It was the angel sword rewarded by the Emperor of Northern Tang!"
Everyone suddenly realized, but they didn't know that Wang Ce's unlucky young man simply forgot about this thing, and finally remembered it. Fortunately, Wang Ce always had a good memory, which means that a good memory is not as good as a bad pen.
"The Lord will soon find out that he will send someone to cover up the clues."
I don't know who suggested this, Ji Qianbai deeply agreed and slowly stretched out his hand to brush his sleeves lightly. Suddenly, the entire dune land turned over like a carpet, burying the body deep into the ground dozens of meters.
The half-emperor soul and the little Wu Emperor's eyes suddenly became deep, and the desire to fight came out!
Ji Qianbai waved his hand: "I'm old, I won't compete with you. Where are others? If there is no clue, how can I find it?"
The half-emperor soul pondered for a while and said in a low voice: "He said that his old nest is in the state of Sin. He might have gone back." He turned around gently: "I'll go to the state of Sin!"
The little Wudi shook his head: "I won't go."
Ji Qianbai stopped and smiled, "He killed Emperor Dalu, but I'm afraid his old nest will be in trouble."
Emperor Xiao Wu thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay, I'll go there for a while."
Ji Qianbai slowly turned around and walked towards the entrance, sighing with endless melancholy: "I am an old man, I have lost someone this time. I always have to give him an explanation, but I promised him, but I couldn't do it."
"Whether he is here or not, I will go to Sin State."
Chapter completed!