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Chapter 145 Killing the Saint
Ye Wushuang stepped down from mid-air, one step at a time, his figure flickered, leaving only an afterimage behind him, and the next moment he appeared several feet away.

Some Daxia soldiers were surprised to see this scene, and couldn't help but exclaimed.

Ye Wushuang was not in a hurry, and with light steps, his body had already crossed several feet, heading towards the Chinese army's tent in the military camp step by step.

"kill!"

When they got to the front of the big tent, several top masters who had already heard the voice were guarding here. The moment they saw Ye Wushuang, they shouted the word "kill" in their mouths, and then unsheathed their long blades, all attacking Ye Wushuang.

The scabbard lightly touched the back of a general's neck. Before he could react, he saw the darkness in front of him, and his body fell down uncontrollably, unconscious.

Seeing this, the rest of them were also unmoved, and they still came towards Ye Wushuang without fear of death. He didn't kill him, but also knocked these masters unconscious one by one with his scabbard.

Seeing that Ye Wushuang's fighting power was so ferocious, even several of his own generals were no match for Ye Wushuang's surrounding soldiers. He was knocked down by one blow, and his life and death were unknown. There was also a hint of fear in their eyes.

"Go back."

At this moment, Emperor Xia's voice came from the tent, the curtain of the big tent was lifted, and Li Hui was standing in front of Emperor Xia in military uniform.

"Your Majesty, please..."

Li Huo looked at the person coming, his eyes were full of curiosity.

He knew the strength of his majesty, just now, he heard a trace of resentment in Emperor Xia's voice.

What kind of person is it that can make His Majesty, who looks like a god, so afraid, and can't solve it by force.

Looking at this young man with immature face but refined demeanor, Li Hui intuitively told him that this young man was very dangerous, approaching the danger of death.

Ignoring the reorganization behind him, Ye Wushuang, accompanied by Li Hui, entered the big tent together with the retreating soldiers of the Great Xia.

At this moment, Emperor Xia was sitting in front of the screen, looking at an object in his hand, and kept studying it.

"You're hurt, and it's not light..."

Standing one zhang in front of Emperor Xia, Ye Wushuang spoke without the respect of the world, nor did he salute to Emperor Xia, but just said something lightly.

When Emperor Xia, who was sitting in the hall, heard this, his eyes froze, and a fierce sword energy gushed out from his hand, attacking Ye Wushuang.

Seeing this, Ye Wushuang didn't seem to be surprised by Emperor Xia's movements, but tapped his toes, took a step backwards, and slowly floated out.

Emperor Xia didn't say a word, but there was a little unclear expression on his face. After getting up, he held the Tianzi sword in his hand, and his attacks were more ruthless than the next, and his power became stronger every time.

Just when Li Ruan was marveling at Emperor Xia's almost god-like destructive power, Ye Wushuang moved.

He didn't draw his sword, and he didn't make any unnecessary movements. He just stood up with his palm alone, and then, like a sharp blade, he wanted to cut it forward.

The seemingly light attack, the next moment, erupted with the same terrifying momentum.

"Boom!"

Both of them were out of the range of the Great Summer Camp, and then they both stopped slowly, and then they just looked at each other like this.

"I'm not as good as you!"

Emperor Xia said softly, not knowing what to feel in his heart, after sighing, he put away the sword in his hand.

He could feel that Ye Wushuang had no killing intent towards him, and he didn't come this time to take advantage of his serious injury to take his life.

As for his purpose, Emperor Xia has not guessed yet.

However, what shocked Emperor Xia even more was that he thought he had overestimated the cultivation base of the swordsman in the northern border, but even though he had an adventure, his cultivation base had broken through a lot and reached a critical point. Still can't see through his strength. As for defeating or killing him, that's even more impossible to talk about.

"I didn't come here to kill you. With your strength, the formation covering the capital of Daqi cannot be broken within half a year unless your strength goes up to a higher level."

"I can't do it right now."

Emperor Xia was very honest, even if Ye Wushuang exposed him, his expression didn't change much, he was still as calm as a mountain.

Da Qi has this change, which he did not expect. If there is no current change, Da Qi may have already been included in the rule of Da Xia, and he is one step closer to his goal of unifying the world.

However, he couldn't break that formation, at least with his current strength, he couldn't reach it, otherwise he wouldn't have been seriously injured by the palm of the saint phantom.

Even so, as long as he is given time, Emperor Xia himself can use up the power of this formation a little bit, but this process takes too long, and he can't afford it.

The attack on Daqi was carefully planned for more than ten years by him, and it is now in a state of overwhelming momentum. Once Dazhou, Dayan and the rest of the schools are alerted, I am afraid that it will not be a problem if he wants to destroy Daqi. easy thing now.

By that time, Daxia was really on the opposite side from the other forces.

And once Daxia himself wiped out Daqi with lightning speed, many forces would seriously think about how to stand in line, so as to buy more time for Emperor Xia to rule the world.

Ye Wushuang also agreed with what Emperor Xia said, at least as an emperor, Emperor Xia's bearing and majesty made him disdain to lie and cover up something.

"The phantom at the core of the formation was left by a saint. Its strength is comparable to the third-level skills of any saint at his peak. It is normal for you to lose."

"Besides, with your current strength, even if you want to consume the energy of this great formation, it may take at least half a year. Even if you can wait, Da Xia can't afford to wait..."

"What do you mean?"

Xia Di frowned, he understood Ye Wushuang's words, but he didn't understand why he did this.

"I can help you, but only if you agree to one condition."

"What is it?"

"Be kind to the people of this world..."

"Can……"

Ye Wushuang looked seriously at Emperor Xia's eyes, and the two had known each other for a long time before finally nodding, and then Ye Wushuang turned and left.

"puff……"

Seeing the situation below, Li Huo couldn't help being stunned for a moment, threw away the sharp blade, moved to Emperor Xia's side in a flash, and supported him.

"His Majesty……"

"I have no problem, let the army get ready, and when the formation is broken, they will drive straight in and break the Great Qi Imperial City..."

"promise!"

"…………"

Although Li Hu was surprised, he didn't dare to question Emperor Xia's will. After helping him into the big tent, he called his personal guards to convey Emperor Xia's will, and he himself took care of him.

Soon, Ye Wushuang stepped into the void step by step with the Wushuang sword in his hand, and slowly climbed into the void outside the capital of Daqi.

Through the light curtain, he was able to move the Daqi soldiers in the city, cleaning up the corpses in all the streets and alleys like ants, and at the same time, there were soldiers repairing the damaged city gates, etc. In other places, there were relatives who lost their homes. The people gathered together, dirty and dirty, eating bran vegetables, with empty eyes.

With the Wushuang sword in hand, Ye Wushuang hadn't moved yet, a beam of light emerged from the center of the formation again, and finally condensed into a phantom in the three-foot void in front of Ye Wushuang.

The phantom looked at Ye Wushuang, then took a step forward and got closer to him. After looking at him for a while, he returned to the city wall and said, "Young people today really don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth. It's just so ignorant."

This phantom was obviously angered by Ye Wushuang's behavior, and was repeatedly provoked by the god-level monks. This was something that had never happened before in his memory.

But today, one after another, there are younger generations who don't listen to their dissuasion and insist on stepping forward to cause trouble.

Even as an ancient sage, he was also annoyed by today's people who don't respect the old and love the young.

He was going to teach the young man in front of him some lessons, so that he would know what it means to respect the old and love the young. Even if he was killed, he would have to abolish the cultivation of this body, or extract energy, and it would be good to bless this formation s Choice.

"Young man, you will pay for your actions."

The phantom spoke to Ye Wushuang, and then violent energy fluctuations began to emerge from the phantom.

Ye Wushuang stepped forward with his sword in hand, his gaze unchanged, sharp as a blade, staring at the phantom in front of him, he had never seen such a needy person.

Hearing Xuying's long-winded words, Ye Wushuang spoke, his voice without a trace of emotion, and said coldly: "You want to abolish my cultivation? Old age is a thief, greedy for the mundane world, today I send you to return to..."

After finishing speaking, the phantom on the opposite side was also irritated by Ye Wushuang's words, and he didn't hold back his hand when he put it down. An extremely complicated printing decision appeared.

In an instant, the whole world seemed to be coming towards Ye Wushuang with a fearsome force of oppression, which was about to crush him into mud.

Ye Wushuang didn't panic at all when he saw Xuying mobilizing such a terrifying force of heaven and earth.

Although this phantom has the third-level strength of some saint, but he is now a real saint, and such an attack cannot threaten his safety.

It's just that once the formation is broken, Da Qi will be destroyed, and he can be regarded as the pusher who ruined Da Qi.

Thinking of this, Ye Wushuang was slightly taken aback, but woke up after a while.

"Yan~"

With the Wushuang sword in hand, the extremely sharp long blade pierced through the air, and the phantom of the saint came to attack Ye Wushuang with the power of heaven and earth. This kind of power is definitely not something that a cultivator in the divine realm can resist.

However, at the next moment, as Ye Wu waved the Wushuang sword in both hands, the simple and unpretentious slashed forward lightly.

The phantom of the saint was stunned, then looked at his hands, body, and finally the surrounding scene.

There was a crisp sound of "click", and a humanized look of surprise appeared on the face of Saint Xuying.

As if he had guessed something, he pointed at Ye Wushuang and wanted to say something, but he seemed to be too shocked to speak, and the scene seemed to freeze.

In the air, Ye Wushuang was wearing a white shirt, blown by the wind, fluttering like clouds, the phantom of the saint in front of him glanced at him, and the seal in his hand also stopped, with complicated expressions in his eyes.

"Oh, it's God's will. I didn't expect that there would be such an eternal person in this world..."

After the sage phantom finished speaking, a mad look suddenly appeared on the already cracked face, and the entire formation covering the capital of Daqi shrank sharply at this moment.

"Why are you not dead! Why are you still a saint!"

The phantom of the saint seemed to be insane, and the look on his face was already hideous.

The moment Ye Wushuang revealed his strength, he had already guessed his strength. He was a saint, a living saint.

The memory in my mind was suddenly lifted.

He knew very well that his predecessor was already dead, and he was just a part of the holy soul left by his predecessor before his death, leaving most of the memory, transformed into the formation that guarded the capital of Daqi, and continued to survive in the world.

Today, the appearance of Ye Wushuang, a monk in the holy realm, has completely awakened the forgotten memories sealed in the mind of the saint Xuying.

He hates it!Hate this world!Hate this life!He also hated himself, but what he hated even more was Ye Wushuang who was standing in front of him alive at this moment.

Why was he able to enjoy such treatment, and why did he die in a hurry not long after he was sanctified.

Injustice!

In just an instant, the entire Daqi light curtain gathered in one place, and all the scattered energy gathered into the phantom's body.

At this moment, his figure was no longer illusory, but solidified a lot. In terms of temperament and appearance, he was truly extraordinary, but at this moment, under his ferocious face, everything seemed so discordant.

"Come with me, haha..."

The phantom of the saint made a move, and the color of the sky changed instantly. A huge figure that seemed to destroy the world appeared in the air, and then moved towards Ye Wushuang with the sky and the earth.

One sword, two swords...

Ye Wushuang's expression was still indifferent, his eyes glanced, and the cultivation of the holy realm on his body exploded instantly, and he cooperated with Wushuangjian to make a move.

The image of the saint in the sky lasted for less than a minute from condensing to shattering.

"Dust to dust, dirt to dirt..."

A sigh remains in the world, and the phantom of the saint slowly disappears with the wind.

On the Daqi city wall, a streak of pure golden blood sprinkled on it.

This is the blood of a saint.

Ye Wushuang, two swords cut the saint!

………………

The phantom of the saint was cut off, and the formation light curtain covering the capital of Daqi below disappeared, and all the people of Daqi looked at the scene above their heads in fear.

The wind listened, and the rain stopped.

The city wall of Daqi's capital was broken, and the Daxia soldiers who had been waiting for a long time rushed in again. This time, they would not retreat again.

As for Daqi's territory, it has been completely brought under the rule of Daxia's territory so far, without any suspense.

"bass……"

The sound of the sharp blade being sheathed fell, and Ye Wushuang glanced at Emperor Xia in front of the Daxia military camp, stepped forward without changing his expression, and disappeared into the wind and clouds.

Emperor Xia's expression was extremely dignified, but nothing unusual could be seen on his face. He thought that his cultivation base had risen to a higher level, and he already had the strength comparable to the northern swordsman Li Xiaoyao, but at this moment, he was really confused .

Can you resist a sword?

(End of this chapter)