When the sword light faded away, one could see that the black mask covering Yang Yi was in pieces, and Yang Yi's whole body was in tatters, with disheveled hair, like a beggar.

And the ring full of rust in Yang Yi's hand completely collapsed into countless pieces the moment his figure was revealed.

Pooh!

Yang Yi spat out a mouthful of blood, his expression was extremely weak, then he whispered to himself with gloomy eyes: "I still underestimated this son's sixth sword, I didn't expect the power of this son's sixth sword to reach such a level .�

"He was able to seriously injure me, this son will die without regret."

Pooh!

However, before Yang Yi could finish speaking, an iron sword slashed across his waist, and then Yang Yi was directly chopped off in the middle.

"you��"

Yang Yi looked at the severed and separated lower body, his eyes narrowed a little, and then he saw Zhuo Wen with indifferent eyes behind him.

"Surprised I didn't die?"

Zhuo Wen looked indifferently at Yang Yi who had been cut in half, his eyes were very cold.

This battle was too tragic, he lost too many things, Cangjie, Fuxi, Dongfang, Nangong, Beichen, Ximen, even Xiaohei and Chenghuang all sacrificed themselves in order to bear the price of the sixth sword.

At this moment, Zhuo Wen was full of murderous intent towards Yang Yi, wishing he could cramp and tear him apart.

Yang Yi's face was gloomy. Although his body was cut in half, he was still calm. He saw that he was making a fist with both hands, and then powerful void power gushed out from his whole body, and his speed increased instantly. He wanted to escape from this place with his upper body .

It's a pity that Yang Yi didn't escape for a long time, but was stopped by a powerful invisible ripple, which turned into a ring shape, enclosing Yang Yi in a range of tens of feet.

"The power of dual Taoism..."

Yang Yi's face changed slightly, and he turned around to look at Zhuo Wen who was walking slowly.

The sixth sword completely injured him, and his strength was not even one in ten. Moreover, he was cut off by Zhuo Wen's sword just now, and his strength was greatly damaged again. Now only his upper body is left, and he is in extremely poor condition.

What made him even more unbelievable was that Zhuo Wen used the sixth sword, but he was safe and sound, which really made him unbelievable.

Whoosh!

Zhuo Wen didn't pay attention to Yang Yi's shock at all, swiped the iron sword with his right hand, and cut a sword mark again, Yang Yi's only remaining right arm was cut off by him.

With his arm flying up, Zhuo Wen deliberately controlled the iron sword, making Yang Yi feel the real pain.

Sure enough, his right arm was cut off, Yang Yi's face was pale, and his muscles were distorted.

Originally, with his strength, it was easy to block the pain, but Zhuo Wen used the power of Taoism to invade Yang Yi's pain nerves, making Yang Yi's pain many times more sensitive than ordinary people.

"This sword is returned for Cangjie."

Zhuo Wen's eyes were as indifferent as a monster, and he drew out a sword again. He controlled the power of this sword, and cut a layer of flesh at the wound on Yang Yi's upper body, blood spattered, and Yang Yi groaned in pain, almost screaming out.

"This sword is returned for Senior Fuxi."

...

"This sword is for Xiao Hei and Cheng Huang."

Zhuo Wen's eyes turned red, and he slashed out with a sword, but he precisely controlled the strength of each sword, which could not only achieve the greatest pain, but also prevent Yang Yi from falling.

At this moment Yang Yi was almost vomiting blood with anger, Zhuo Wen deliberately did not let him die happily, but tortured him to death.

Yang Yi even heard that Zhuo Wen had slashed a sword on him for the sake of the master and fighting against each other. It made him wake up immediately in pain.

Zhuo Wen slowly retracted his sword and stood up. He looked at Yang Yi in front of him quietly, and saw that Yang Yi's upper body was almost devoid of flesh, and all of it was cut off by Zhuo Wen, leaving only a blood-red skeleton.

The only complete one should be Yang Yi's head.

"Zhuowen, you are so brave, you dare to make me so embarrassed!"

Yang Yi's eyes were extremely gloomy, and he said coldly to Zhuo Wen.

Zhuo Wen stared at Yang Yi's head, but he was a little surprised, obviously Yang Yi was at the end of the road, why didn't he see any panic on his face?

"Death is imminent, and you are still so rampant? This last sword was done for me. You have lied to me for too long. As early as when I met you, I am afraid that I have already encountered your schemes right?"

"Today, I will completely wipe out your calculations, completely wiped out."

As he said that, Zhuo Wen turned his wrist, and the iron sword spun violently like a fan, and then he saw his right hand swaying in front of Yang Yi's head. JrNovels.com