Ming Dynasty Emperor System

Yang Jian took a breath, but there was a look of disbelief in his eyes.

Even under such a powerful large-scale indiscriminate attack, the aura of the little tiger demon Mingsha still did not leak out at all. In the field of vision of the third eye on his forehead, only broken space and violent space chaos appeared. Flow, and the rest is nothingness.

"Buy ten more breaths, and the teleportation array will be ready in no time!" Master Wuchao shouted without looking back.

When Yang Jian heard this, he held the hilt of the Immortal Slayer Sword a little harder. After forcibly getting rid of the distracting thoughts in his heart, he turned around suddenly, exposing his back to the broken void behind him.

Regarding the location of the little tiger demon Mingsha, the only thing he can think of now is that the side facing Master Wuchao is still intact in the void. Since there is no abnormality on the side facing Master Wuchao, the little tiger demon Mingsha is The position can basically be locked here.

"Did you hear that? Poor little tiger demon, you still have ten breaths to stop us from leaving. Once you miss this God-given opportunity and want to take revenge, you will have no chance!" Yang Jian said irritatingly.

This sentence was filled with a large amount of immortal divine power. When it was spit out from Yang Jian's mouth, it sounded like a bell, and it was like thunder rolling towards the void he faced, resounding throughout the sky.

But even though Yang Jian's passionate words echoed in the void, and after waiting for about three breaths, nothing abnormal still happened. The aura of the little tiger demon Mingsha seemed to be completely hidden, without any leakage.

Yang Jian couldn't sit still. The more eerie silence there was, the stronger the sense of crisis in his heart became.

The experience of countless bloody battles told him that danger is often hidden in such strange silence. At the most critical moment, it will appear boldly and undeadly, and give people fatal blows at the moment when the spirit is the most relaxed. one strike.

Just when Yang Jian adjusted his breath and was about to change the magic formula in his hand, as expected, wisps of misty mist escaped from the void he faced. Yang Jian's face tightened, and when he looked closely, he saw that it was Biwu Chao. What the master released before was more solid.

"Zhu Houzhao's power of chaos!" Yang Jian's heart thumped. He never thought that the little tiger demon Mingsha could realize such a powerful ability in his own bloodline.

But no matter how unbelievable it was, Yang Jian had no reason to slack off at this critical moment. He changed the magic formula in his hand and pointed it fiercely at the void where the breath was!

A sky thunder flashing with cold and sharp golden light fell from the sky, carrying the power of the vast avenue. In an instant, it directly shattered the void, and the strands of mist were annihilated, but the little tiger monster was The aura of murder suddenly appeared behind me!

Yang Jian's pupils shrank. In his powerful spiritual consciousness covering the large area of ​​the Second Palace Realm, in the broken void where a huge gap was blasted behind him, the blurry figure of the little tiger demon Mingsha suddenly appeared!

Under the illumination of a purple-gold light, the little tiger demon Mingsha turned into a dazzling stream of light. Between the electric light and flint, it suddenly teleported behind Yang Jian. The tiger-headed sword with a sad and bloody color was already slashing towards Yang Jian's head. Down.

Yang Jian was about to turn around and face him, but the little tiger demon Mingsha made a seal with one hand, and a cold, emotionless voice suddenly burst into the audience - "Determine!"

Yang Jian felt his body tremble, and the immortal power in his body was imprisoned by a powerful mysterious force. At this moment, he actually lost the ability to move, and could only watch helplessly in the field of vision covered by his spiritual consciousness. He watched the blood fall.

"Zhu Houzhao, what kind of bullshit ability did you give him! Why does he know the orthodox body-holding technique of immortality!" Yang Jian roared angrily in his heart.

But the roar was of no avail. Now Yang Jian was restrained by the immobilization technique, and the tiger-headed sword that the little tiger demon Mingsha chopped down, the extremely sharp and bloody sword light, was less than a foot long from Yang Jian's head. In an instant, his head can be removed from his body!

Yang Jian completely became a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and the fear of death surged in his heart, but his soul and consciousness were sober to the extreme, and his vision was extremely clear.

He saw that a flash of blood broke through the barrier of the vast space, drew a cold arc, and easily broke through his body-protecting magic. The shield of the Eighty-nine Mysterious Techniques shattered, and the sword energy that arrived first His scalp has been cut open!

The majestic and sacred aura made his whole body feel like he was trapped in an ice cellar. A chill that penetrated his soul rose all the way from the soles of his feet to the small wound on his head, stirring inside his skull and constantly impacting him. into his conscious mind.

"Oh, are you going to die?"

Time stopped passing at this moment, and everything became slow motion in Yang Jian's consciousness.

He could see the expression of neither sadness nor joy on the little tiger demon Mingsha's face, the cold and fierce blood flashing on the tiger-headed broadsword; he could see Master Wuchao's meticulous technique of outlining the runes, and the slowly rising corners of his mouth. A mysterious smile appeared.

"Wait! Why is he laughing? Why is he laughing at this time?!" Yang Jian was puzzled.

Suddenly, a strange idea emerged in Yang Jian's mind!

"This old guy, you fucking tricked me again!"

Yang Jian's angry voice with a hint of joy suddenly sounded in the ears of the little tiger demon Mingsha.

Time is still flowing normally on his side, and the temperature coming from the handle of the tiger-headed sword in his hand has already made his tongue feel a strong and familiar smell of blood!

He seemed to be able to foresee that Yang Jian's head was first split in two under this unexpected and vicious blow, and then completely shattered, like an exploded watermelon, with blood blooming and brains mixed with blood. All red and white burst out!

But the next moment, he sensed an unusual energy fluctuation, which suddenly appeared above his head. The energy fluctuation felt like... just like the mysterious man who murdered his father 500 years ago. The evil breath of man!

"It's him!"

The little tiger demon Mingsha suddenly raised his head, but he saw a strange-shaped lotus flower, which was now filled with colorful light and wisps of chaotic mist, floating three feet above his head.

Huh - it seemed like a gust of wind was blowing.

I saw the lotus blooming in an instant at an unstoppable speed. Two beams of light flew out of the lotus heart. One beam wrapped Yang Jian's body in it, and the other beam contained the mighty power and killed the little tiger monster. It was shot into the broken void hundreds of miles away.

"Hey, how does it feel when death is imminent?" Master Wuchao's playful voice suddenly sounded in Yang Jian's ears.