On top of a tall building dozens of meters away from the No. 60 Middle School battlefield.
The beautiful and dignified nun covered her face and looked at the battle before her.
She was brought here 3 minutes after the chariot arrived.
I wanted to go directly to Zhuo Yi to declare war. But he saw that the battle between Chariot and Zhuo Yi had begun.
So Yue Yue planned to stay on the sidelines and watch, while collecting information about Zhuo Wei.
At this time, a young male voice sounded from behind the moon: "Mother Teresa, you are indeed the messenger of the moon."
Mother Teresa wanted to turn around, but was stopped by the voice.
"Don't look back, I don't want others to know what I look like."
The young male voice said.
Judging from the sexy and magnetic voice, this should be a pretty good-looking young man.
Teresa obeyed without turning her head.
She smiled slightly: "Let me guess, you are the star. Only you can figure out who I am."
"Smart woman." The voice behind said.
At this time, the messenger of the star position hides himself in the shadows.
He was the third person to arrive.
After calculating the position of the moon, he took the initiative to come here and watch the battle ahead with the moon.
Moon: "Chariot said that your winning rate for him is estimated to be 95%?"
Xingxing: "That's right."
Moon shook her head: "But I think his battle is not easy. Now he has even used his trump card. The fusion of the Void Spirit and the Sword Spirit to form a semi-void magic weapon. This is something that the Foundation is still in the experimental stage. .”
"Someone has to practice it. I still think there will be no problem."
At this time, Xingxing's expression remained calm and composed: "Well, let me deduce the winning rate for him again."
"how long?"
"It's quick, just 2 minutes."
…
Abandoning his wife and son, he experimented with the sword spirit he had given birth to and who had absolute trust in him, not even sparing his own son.
After Chariot finished speaking his lines, Zhuo Oi felt very angry.
He was trying to suppress his anger.
Don't let your emotions affect the battle in front of you.
For a scum like Chariot, it would be too easy to kill him with one sword.
Moreover, Zhuo Yi is still thinking about how to save the "Silver God".
Affected by the invasion of void creatures, although Snow Qilin gained unparalleled power at this moment, this power also caused it to experience tremendous pain.
The current Snow Qilin is like a balloon that is already at its limit, with the possibility of exploding and dying at any time.
However, the meaning of this silver god sword to Chariot may be just like the women he has played with.
It's broken or broken, but it's just a matter of replacing it.
"Open the gate."
At this time, Zhuo Yi exhaled slightly.
In the morning, he had already used the spiritual energy from 6 reservoirs to improve his level.
And now he's up to his old tricks again.
Improving the realm is also to improve the strength of one's physical body to ensure that one's physical body will not be affected by the huge impact and collapse during the next offensive.
"It turns out to be a Tiandao technique." An excited smile appeared under Chariot's heavy helmet.
Zhuo Yi did not disappoint him.
And now he also knew the reason why Taiyang died at the hands of Zhuo Yi.
However, this level of improvement is only temporary, and the most taboo thing is to fight a delaying war.
So when Chariot saw Zhuo Yi offering "Thirty-Three Little Paths of Vitality", he also made his own plans in mind.
That is to strike first, and if the situation goes bad, choose delaying tactics, and then counterattack after the extraordinary temporary improvement effect wears off.
However, it is a pity that such a wishful thinking.
Zhuo Yi had no intention of leaving Chariot alone.
At this time, Zhuo Oi unfolded his right hand, and a brown aura lit up from the mahogany sword in his right hand.
Then it attached to his entire body bit by bit!
When Jing Ke's sword energy enveloped Zhuo Yitong's body, the coat formed by the sword energy was like the iron scales of a battle armor, one after another emerging on the coat of his suit.
This sword...
Looking at this scene, Chariot couldn't help but sweat.
The peach wood sword that he had looked down on before actually brought him a huge pressure at this time.
Chariot couldn't help but feel that the armor on his body began to become heavier.
It's not because the armor has become heavier, but because his mental pressure has increased!
This is like the stress reaction of a natural spirit animal encountering a natural enemy.
The mind can become tense in an instant.
Then, breathing will become heavier.
Sweat began to leak out from the body surface.
Even, incontinence...
As for Zhuo Yi, holding this mind-shaking peach wood sword, he was walking towards him step by step like a Daluo Golden Immortal descending from the sky.
When he came to his senses, Zhuo Oi was already less than three meters in front of the chariot.
Because of the fear in his soul, Chariot was surprised to find that he actually had a blank period in his mind... which made him fragmented!
This is impossible!
How could his majestic chariot die here!
The messenger from the star position had clearly calculated it for him!
His winning rate is as high as 95%!
"Yin Shen! Hit them to death!"
In panic, Chariot began to command the snow unicorn behind him.
But what shocked Chariot.
Xue Qilin just roared, but didn't follow his instructions.
Zhuo Yi could tell just by thinking about how much Xue Qilin was struggling in his heart at this moment.
Its original will is obviously still in fierce confrontation with the virtual spirit.
In addition, Xue Qilin has already sensed that the "enemy" it faces... is the Lord of Sword Spirits!
How could it, a little sword spirit, take action against the master of the great sword spirit
The strong desire to survive caused Xue Qilin's mental state to fall into an even more collapsed situation, and it began to struggle with the ethereal spirits that invaded its body to compete for the will of its mental space.
Roar!
After the earth-shattering roar, Snow Qilin stepped out with its front hooves!
But he wasn't going for Zhuo Yi!
Its front hooves pressed hard on the top of the chariot's head!
"Damn...damn thing! I am your master! Aren't you afraid of the backlash of the contract?"
Toydre would never have imagined that such a thing would happen.
He couldn't think of why his sword spirit didn't listen to him.
He would never have imagined why the sword spirit of the Silver God Sword would turn on his master.
"It's your own fault."
At this time, Zhuo Yi slightly raised the corners of his lips.
In front of the Lord of Sword Spirit, any identity of the sword master is invalid.
Those so-called sword spirit contracts are just a piece of waste paper!
"It's time for you to be relieved, Silver God."
Zhuo Oi looked at the furious Xue Qilin, raised Jingke, and waved it gently into the void.
In just an instant, the sword spirit contract between Silver God and Chariot was cut off.
The roaring stopped immediately, and the whole world became quiet.
Without the contract, the snow unicorn instantly turned into particles of light. It was no longer anyone's "slave".
Instead, it returns to become the spirit of all things, waiting for a new master worthy of its wholehearted trust to appear.
This outstanding sword.
The contract became a waste of paper, and the ethereal spirit attached to Xue Qilin's body was destroyed with one sword.
Kill the contract by force.
The astonishing counterattack force instantly returned to Chariot himself, causing him to spit out a large mouthful of blood.
The situation of the chariot at this time was not tragic.
After being trampled by the snow unicorn, half of his body sank into the soil, and now his body has suffered internal injuries.
The outcome of the battle is already very clear.
Zhuo Ou sneered. He looked at the miserable state of the chariot, but he still didn't have the slightest pity in his heart.
He slashed with sword energy.
Only the slightest bit of Jingke's power was exerted.
The indestructible sword energy completely disintegrated the armor of the chariot on the spot.
"This layer of armor is your shameful garment. Now you, even your underwear has been torn off by me."
Zhuo Ou stared at the frightened chariot on the ground, and his words were calm and calm: "By the way, let me tell you, this sword of mine has also cut off your spiritual root."
…
The whole process took less than 2 minutes in total, and the battle was over.
On the tall building on the other side, the messenger from the Star Position exclaimed: "This is impossible! What the hell is this!"
He was frightened by the huge variables in the deduction.
"What did you calculate..."
The moon messenger was also surprised at this moment.
She saw that Zhuo Wei only used two swords to resolve the battle.
The star envoy also spat out a mouthful of blood at this time: "I saw the peach wood sword in Zhuo Yi's hand... and the scabbard of this sword..."
He saw the previous scene of Zhuo Yi entering Sixty Middle School holding Jingke in his left hand and a white sheath in his right hand.
But it was just a peek.
A flashback time!
His whole spirit suffered a terrible backlash, and he went blind in one eye!
"Peach wood sword, and the scabbard? What on earth are you talking about?"
"These two things have greatly turned the situation around and increased Zhuo Yi's winning rate!"
The star messenger couldn't believe the data he had calculated.
20000000000% winning rate…
It's like holding a father in your left hand, a mother in your right hand, and a grass (a kind of plant) lying in your heart...
(End of chapter)