Wang Ting's crazy laughter kept echoing on the peaks of the Two Realms Mountain, alarming countless birds.

Unfortunately, Pope Sith could no longer hear this crazy declaration and this crazy laughter.

The moment he fell, he was already in a deep coma, his spirit and consciousness were completely closed, and he no longer had any sense of the outside world.

Not to mention Wang Ting's crazy declaration, he laughed wildly unscrupulously. Even if someone cut him into pieces with a knife and executed him by Ling Chi, he would never wake up again. The consumption of spirit and soul has reached the limit that can be reached. Even a strong swordsman's artistic conception might fall into a permanent sleep.

The laughter echoed and the joy was flowing.

However, this laughter did not last long either.

In less than ten seconds, Wang Ting, who was laughing wildly, suddenly stopped laughing. The next moment, his mental fluctuations and breath fluctuations seemed to have been suddenly cut off by a mysterious force, crushed into pieces, and his smile and voice were all frozen...

There is no suspense.

The next moment, he fell to the sky.

Almost at the same time when the royal court fell to the sky and completely declared the end of the decisive battle, a cold light appeared in the eyes of the great elder of the Snowfield Empire.

The showdown between the royal court and the Pope Sith made them feel admiration. That will and determination caused the wavering of their beliefs, but it could not change their goals. For the revival of the Snowfield Empire, nothing could not be sacrificed, including their lives.

What's more, were they two powerful people who just admired them?

"call out!"

The strong wind breaks through the air.

The great elders, emperors, and two other elders of the Snowfield Empire burst out at the same time, like streaming light, divided into two groups, in groups, and went straight to the royal court, Pope Sith Pro.

At the same time as these four people took action, there were two people in the crowd, and they also took action bravely.

Li Xiaoyun, the lord of the Eternal Temple, and Xue Wuhen, the lord of the Holy Land of the Great Snow Mountain, also attacked with all his strength at the same time as the four sword saints of the Snowfield Empire.

Li Xiaoyun's target is Pope Sith. He knew very well in his heart that Pope Sith is the heaven of the Sith Empire, the spiritual pillar of the Sith Empire, and the divine destiny of the Sith Empire. Although there are so many sword saints in the Sith Empire, the number of sword saints is far greater than that of ASEAN and the Snowfield Empire, once Pope Sith falls, there will be no suppression of the strongest man on the continent. The entire Sith Empire will be completely collapsed. The many sword saints who compete for power and resources will definitely tear the entire Sith Empire into pieces. At that time, let alone attacking ASEAN, the entire Sith Empire may be completely defeated under the next counterattack of ASEAN, even if there is no newest powerhouse in the continent, Wang Court, which is the newest continent.

Compared with Li Xiaoyun, Xue Wuhen’s idea is much simpler.

He had offended the royal court before and was willing to apologize to this junior in a low voice, there was no possibility of reconciliation.

But who is Xue Wuhen?

The Holy Lord of the Great Snow Mountain Holy Land. A person who called the wind and rain in ASEAN back then had the ability to influence the entire ASEAN parliament. When he became famous, the royal court didn't know where to play mud.

Let him apologize to such a junior, which is just as good as killing him. Unless there is really no way to go, he will definitely not be able to put down his old face. At present, Wang Ting is injured and fell into a deep coma. It is the best time to kill him. While everyone is still not coming back to their senses when the war is over, he takes action with all his strength without hesitation.

"kill!"

The six sword saints attacked at the same time and rushed towards the two. In an instant, the powerful domain power filled the entire mountain, and the violent force swept through, destroying the two realms peaks that had been preserved in the fairly good battle between the two realms.

"presumptuous!"

"Xue Wuhen, you dare!"

"It's outrageous, I'm looking for death!"

Strict shouts kept coming from the crowd, and for a moment, everyone on both sides reacted.

Pope Prona was better on the one hand. Because he fell down early, everyone was ready to help him. In addition, there was the strongest Ascetic Saint King among all the sword saints on the side. At the moment when the two sword saints and Li Xiaoyun of the Snowfield Empire came, the Ascetic Saint King had already shouted loudly and intercepted Pope in front of the Sith, and intercepted all the attacks of the three sword saints.

The crisis of the Sith Pope collapsed, and on the side of the royal court, Kolos and Xia Wushang, were defeated by the two sword saints of the Snowfield Empire at one moment.

Although both Kolos and Xia Wushang were strongmen in the Sword Saint realm, they were promoted to the Sword Saint realm shortly after all. Even Kolos had only been promoted for four years. How to compete with the two old sword saints of the Snow Field Empire? When the two were entangled, Xue Wuhen, the late-stage sword saint, had suddenly killed in front of Wang Ting, who was in a coma. The sword in his hand, like the sickle of the God of Death, was assassinated with a fatal sword light.

"Snow Wuhen!"

"Rong Ting!"

Seeing this scene, Kolos and Xia Wushang let out a roar of grief at the same time, but the two were entangled. There was no way, and they could only watch Xue Wuhen's sword and instantly assassinated Wang Ting's body.

"Die!"

Such a thrilling blow finally killed the Wang Ting, who had exhausted oil and lights. For a moment, Xue Wuhen's face had a look of ecstasy. He could almost foresee his sword piercing into Wang Ting's body, and then the sword energy burst out, completely tearing him into a bloody rain, and the corpse was gone...

Just like back then... Wang Ting killed Xue Jianbei!

However, when everyone was attracted by the sword of Xue Wuhen, no one noticed that a silver liquid appeared where Wang Ting fell. The moment when Xue Wuhen's sword assassinated Wang Ting's body, it spread to the place where Xue Wuhen's sword assassinated, and blocked Xue Wuhen's fatal sword.

"Bang!"

There was no sound of metal and iron intersecting, nor was there a sound of piercing into the body.

Xue Wuhen's sword seemed to pierce into a swamp mud.

"What the hell is this..."

Seeing the silver liquid that blocked his shocking sword, Xue Wuhen's eyes were filled with incredibleness.

Although the sword he had not stimulated the power of the domain just now, it was extremely powerful and was definitely not something that ordinary matter could resist. Even if it was some magical weapons, it would be cut off by his sword without the infusion of true energy.

"Xue Wuhen, stop!"

Seeing that Xue Wuhen's sword was blocked, Xia Wushang, Kolos breathed a sigh of relief and an angry roar came out of his mouth.

"Xue Wuhen. Why are you stunned? If you don't kill the royal court at this time, when will you wait!?"

The two sword saints of the Snowfield Empire shouted, and at the same time they struggled to pester Xia Wushang and Koros, making them unable to separate for a moment.

After being shouted so loudly by the two sword saints, Xue Wuhen reacted instantly. The powerful true energy was about to burst out from the sword, shaking the silver liquid, and ending the royal court with another sword.

However, the moment his true energy was about to burst out, the silver liquid had already climbed up along his sword incredibly and suddenly hit his heart position.

"Boom!"

As the qi collapses.

The silver liquid suddenly condensed a sharp sword and pierced into Xue Wuhen's body. When Xue Wuhen had just reacted and finally realized that the silver liquid was terrifying, the sharp sword that pierced into Xue Wuhen's body had exploded. Countless spikes were split out, and they assassinated from inside and out of Xue Wuhen's body, like a sea urchin made entirely of silver metal. After entering Xue Wuhen's body, his terrifying spikes finally erupted.

All of this is slow, it is really fast.

From silver liquid to a silver metal thorn, it pierced into Xue Wuhen's body, and then turned into a diamond-shaped thorn from his body. It pierced countless holes from the inside out, but in fact it was only a moment.

"No……"

Looking at the sharp silver spikes that popped up every inch of her skin, Xue Wuhen widened her eyes, filled with fear and shock.

Until now, he didn't know what kind of terrible creature he encountered was.

Not only him, but even the two Snowfield Empire Sword Saints who were entangled with Xia Wushang and Kolos looked frightened, with shock and fear in their eyes.

Sword Saint!

A dignified late-stage swordsman was actually killed by this creature in such a way that they simply could not understand?

The Western continent is not the Middle Earth world. The fall of a powerful swordsman is a major event that shocks the continent, especially a swordsman like Xue Wuhen in the later stage.

However, this silver creature obviously won't explain anything to them.

After stabbing Xue Wuhen's body with more than a thousand blood holes, the silver spike instantly retracted. Under everyone's terrified eyes, the silver liquid had already slid down from Xue Wuhen's sword, and then twisted and stood up straight. After a while, a human-shaped outline had been formed.

"Captain of the Silver Blood Swordsman Legion-Yin Xue!"

Compared with the Snowfield Empire, which has been busy with internal struggles over the years and has little understanding of the changes in ASEAN, the ascetic king of the Sith Empire, Rong Guang and others instantly recognized the origin of this person.

The creature transformed by this silver liquid is nothing but someone else. It is the first humanoid creature weapon Wang Ting used silver blood divine steel to help transform it - Yin Xue. He is also the only disciple who has been taught the Demon Tempering Divine Art of the Spiritual Practice of the Demon Tempering Divine Art of the Demon.

"Boom!"

The Sun and Moon Divine Ship, which had been floating in the sky for three days without any movement, suddenly vibrated and fell to the top of the mountain at an extremely fast speed. In less than ten seconds, it was less than fifty meters away from the top of the mountain. After getting closer at an equal distance, everyone discovered that at some point, at least thousands of warriors wearing silver armor had appeared on the deck of the Sun and Moon Divine Ship.

"Snowfield Empire! Sith Empire! No one left!"

No unnecessary nonsense.

Yin Xue, who was standing in front of Wang Ting, guarding his figure, waved her hand and ordered her to issue the order.

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Chapter completed!