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As soon as this said, whether it was Alonso, a red middle-aged man with constant pain in his palms or Olic, a black middle-aged man, they all couldn't help laughing. Isn't this enough to make people laugh?

A small person with a peak strength of an intermediate cultivator, who dared to say these threatening words to a level strong man who had reached two levels of strength and had become a master of swordsmanship. No one would believe that this was true after hearing this.

No matter who it is, as long as someone with a little brain, he will think that this is a boy who uses this self-deception method to deceive himself in despair. Although the method is very strange, it can at least be accepted by people. After all, facing a strong man who is two levels higher than him alone, anyone will be afraid to say or do something that ordinary people cannot understand.

Olic naturally would not believe what Wuqi said, nor would he believe that a person who is less powerful than him can defeat him, and he might even ask him to beg him later.

This is almost a fantasy. As a cultivator, he has experienced so many things. He has never had such a thing as a cultivator who can win even if he challenges more than he does. What's more, the opponent's strength is two levels lower than his own. Even if the opponent is not injured, he will not be able to win.

Not to mention that the boy's body is injured almost intact, so how could he have a little bit of confidence in winning? Alonso and Olic both believed that this was the boy's nonsense. They even began to doubt whether the boy was too frightened and afraid because he had faced an opponent who was two levels higher than him for the first time, and even his mind was confused for a while.

However, Olic was not concerned about the life and death of the boy. What he cared about the most now was the broken book that suppressed his partner. So his eyes turned cold, looked at Wuqi, and said in a deep voice: "Take the book away for me quickly."

With a strong command tone in his voice, Wuqi suddenly felt that if he didn't do this, he would be cut into pieces by the other party's sword. However, Wuqi could not have been as if Olic wanted, because the initiative in the battle was completely firmly in his hands.

The moment the other party rushed towards him just now, he clearly saw that the blue aura penetrated into the other party's chest, like a silver needle fixed in the air.

When Olic approached, Zheng Haohao smashed the silver needle into his body by himself. However, the aura that Wuqi distributed was too weak and Olic was too strong. The opponent did not even feel anything at all, so he grabbed Wuqi out of the wall.

Since I can't take the initiative to send my breath into the other person's body, I will fix it in the air and let you bump into it yourself.

This is Wuqi's real combat plan. It turns out that he succeeded. So, when Olic stared at him with cold eyes, the gaze that seemed to be able to freeze people instantly on his face, Wuqi not only didn't feel any cold, but also felt a little cool.

After a sudden cough, he sprayed out a large mouthful of blood and dyed the clothes on his chest red. Then he struggled to squeeze out a playful smile on his face and said slowly: "I'll count three times. If you don't apologize to my friends within three seconds, I will immediately make you kneel on the ground and beg me to spare my life."

As soon as this said, Olic and Alonso's eyes suddenly became even more disdainful. However, unlike before, Alonso's reaction was almost the same as before, but Olic's eyes were cold. Without saying a word, he stretched out his left hand to grab Wuqi's hand and pulled it up to the Ancient Scroll.

"I'm still stubborn with me when I die! If I ask you to take away this broken book, you must take it away!" As an angry shout sounded, Olic grabbed Wuqi with his hand.

"One." Wuqi's eyes were calm, and he said slowly.

Olic did not hesitate. Without saying a word, he grabbed Wuqi's left hand tightly like an iron pliers, and at the same time he pulled it back hard. Wuqi's body suddenly seemed to be a feather without weight. After he pulled it, it was thrown directly. After passing Alonso's body, it hit the ground like an iron ball, making a heavy muffled sound.

"Puff!" Wuqi's body suddenly shook violently again, and he sprayed a large mouthful of blood. This time, even his chin and neck were completely dyed red by blood. Even his consciousness almost collapsed from the fall just now. However, he insisted on biting silver teeth without making a muffled groan. He just looked at Olic with calm eyes. After another violent cough, he sniffed out a word and said, "Two."

Olic frowned, and his eyes became even more angry. Without saying a word, he directly pinned Wuqi's five fingers on the Ancient Scroll tightly, and then lifted them up with force.

"Come on me!" As Olic shout sounded, a strong look of excitement immediately appeared in his eyes. However, this excited gaze seemed like a candle that had just been lit in the strong wind. It just flashed for a moment and then went out in an instant.

He stared at the palm in his hand blankly, and the shock in his eyes was unimaginable. It was not because the boy's strength suddenly exploded, but because the boy actually cut off his left hand that he had been holding tightly with his sword in order not to let him take away the broken book.

Therefore, he did not mention the broken book by himself. He only mentioned the left arm that was still flowing with blood. The book that kept pressing Alonso was still staying there motionlessly. As for the young man, he could no longer help but the severe pain of breaking his arm. After coughing violently, he screamed like a pig slaughtering sound to the sky.

"Ah!!!" Wuqi almost forgot everything at this moment with pain, as if his body, which was constantly hurting all over his body, did not belong to him in an instant. At this moment, he felt that his mind was constantly being invaded by heart-wrenching tingling pain, and his left arm suddenly seemed to have lost consciousness, and he was so numb that he could not move at all. In fact, he could not feel it because his left arm no longer belonged to him.

Blood kept splashing on the ground along the wound. Wuqi threw away the sword that was only one pound of weight that had just been taken out of the space bracelet. There was no regret in his eyes, but only the anger that was extremely angry and the determination of the hero cutting off his arm.

If I don't give up my left arm, Alonso, the terrible guy, will stand up again, and even if Olic is defeated by me, it will be meaningless. Nakrolu hasn't moved half a step for so long, but her breath is getting weaker and weaker, and it seems that she has also been seriously injured. If we don't deal with these two masters as soon as possible, we will really die here.

Xiaobai. I will give you a difficult task now. Brother Xius, don’t worry, you have a lot of strength, I know. But the degree, attack and defense are not good. So, you should go to Lulu’s side now, take her out of the imperial city in your way, find a secret and safe location to stay. I will solve these two masters and come.

Xiaobai, who had been watching all this quietly in the distance, suddenly stopped, looked at Wuqi with red eyes, and sent a voice to Wuqi's heart: Master, I won't go. Your hand, you broke an arm, how can you win? I won't let you die here alone. You are my master.

Don't talk nonsense to me. You said too, I am your master. This is the order I gave you, did you hear it? You must complete it for me. Quickly! Let's go now. While the guards outside have not yet appeared! Let's go!

Master…I!

Let's go! If you don't leave, do you want to see me angry to death by you?

Xiaobai's body shook again. It looked at Wuqi with red eyes, and a struggle flashed in his eyes, but in the end he lowered his head obediently, and his body shook and turned into a yellow afterimage, heading straight to Nake Lulu's position. There was no other expression on his face, only perseverance, but at the moment he came out, he finally said to Wuqi's voice transmission: Master, you must come back alive.

When he saw Xiaobai disappearing from his sight, Wuqi's expression that had been in pain finally slowly returned to calm, and then he slowly smiled. However, as soon as his smile appeared, his face, tortured by a heart-wrenching pain, was twisted again. This time, even his consciousness almost collapsed.

However, Wuqi survived again. But his breath fell to a state of dying in an instant. Alonso threw away Wuqi's broken arm and grabbed Wuqi's other hand angrily again, and shouted like a roar of wind: "You little bastard!"

"Three." At this time, Wuqi's last warning was also spit out. As he finished speaking, his calm eyes suddenly condensed, "Scribble Pill!" With a light shout, under Wuqi's right hand, a small black ball suddenly appeared from the void and fell into Wuqi's palm.

Wuqi pinched his five fingers without hesitation, and then the whole world was purified. The strong wind brought by Olic caught him instantly stopped, and the terrible aura that was two full realms higher than Wuqi suddenly stopped, as if it could make people's instant frozen gaze suddenly stagnate at the same time, and after a moment it turned into nothingness.

Almost as Wuqi squeezed the spell print ball so hard that it looked, Olic's mouth suddenly burst into laughter, and then he was like an ordinary person who was constantly scratching his nest, scratching his hands frantically on his chest.

As time passed by, Olic's laughter became louder and more strange. Not only was the intact clothes taken off directly, but even the flesh was completely scratched by him, and a large piece of blood was leaked. However, Olic's hands did not mean to stop. Instead, the more they grabbed, the more crazy they became, and the more they were, the more terrifying they looked.

Alonso looked at Olicchi's laughing dazedly, but he was obviously crying. He couldn't say a word. There was only shock and incredible expression in his eyes. The pain in his palms seemed to suddenly disappear at this moment. He felt that the strange reaction in his heart caused a shocking wave.

How is this! This! This! What is this!

"Help!!!" When Olic directly grabbed a blood hole the size of a human head in his chest, he finally laughed loudly, and screamed like he was laughing, but it sounded more like crying.

The sound was so loud that almost all the guards and practitioners outside the palace could hear it clearly. For a moment, all the guards immediately reacted in a daze, and brought their weapons to come here as quickly as possible. As for the sword saint Abel, he naturally heard the sound of laughter but more like crying and crying for help.

kindness?

He stopped, slowly turned around and, driven by doubt in his heart, instantly turned into a white meteor and headed straight for the previous palace. His degree was too fast. In just one second, he immediately came to Alonso, Olic and Wuqi.

However, the appearance of the sword saint Abel this time was no longer as indifferent as before. He actually dissipated the white light. After appearing, his eyes suddenly condensed, and an incredible gaze appeared in his eyes.

This... how is this possible! A boy who is at the peak of an intermediate cultivator actually hurt me two generals with master level strength like this!
Chapter completed!