Chapter 1240
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Ye Wushuang wielded his sword steadily. With each strike, a patch of flesh and blood would turn up, yet strangely, no blood flowed out.
This made Qi Wenyue feel as if her body was being sliced by thousands of blades. The pain constantly eroded her nerves and soul, but she… simply couldn’t move.
“Brother!”
Amidst her miserable wails, Qi Wenyue suddenly shouted, “Brother, avenge me, avenge me!!!”
In the distance, hundreds of people stood there. Seeing this scene, they all shrank their necks.
Qi Wenyue was ruthless.
But this Ye Wushuang was even more ruthless!
One sword strike after another landed as if without effort.
At first, Qi Wenyue’s screams were loud and she kept cursing, but gradually, her voice became faint, as weak as a wisp of smoke, and she lost her spirit.
After a long time.
Inside the deep pit.
Qi Wenyue’s body was covered with turned-up pieces of flesh. She still had a faint breath, but death was not far away.
Qi Wenyue could no longer make a sound.
Ye Wushuang looked at Qi Wenyue, who could barely be called a human being in front of him, his gaze filled with a bit of indifference.
Treat others the way they treated others.
Ye Wushuang didn’t think there was anything wrong with it.
He didn’t like to torture and kill others, but in the face of such a crazy person, torture might be the best way.
“I’m here, quietly waiting for you to die…”
Ye Wushuang slowly said, “I promised to let you experience the ultimate pain, and I won’t break my promise…”
Qi Wenyue’s eyes moved, and her lips parted, but she couldn’t say a word.
Just then.
On Qi Wenyue’s chest.
A ray of light suddenly rose.
The light condensed and slowly floated up from the flesh and blood on her chest.
It was a water-drop-shaped purple crystal.
The purple crystal slowly suspended in the air, and then it suddenly exploded.
As the crystal exploded, streaks of purple light condensed, and a figure floated above Qi Wenyue.
The man was dressed in purple clothes with mysterious patterns on his sleeves. Standing in mid-air, his slender and beautiful fingers flickered slightly.
He had black, shiny, and straight long hair, a pair of slanting and heroic eyebrows, and slender black eyes that contained sharpness.
His well-defined contours, tall and slender but not rough figure was like an eagle in the dark night, cold and aloof yet overbearing, exuding a domineering aura that scorned the world when standing alone.
With just one glance, one could see the domineering spirit of “There is no one else but me” from this person.
As this illusory figure appeared.
Qi Wenyue, lying in the pit, moved her lips, but still couldn’t say a word.
However, the other warriors who were a bit closer could clearly see this figure.
“Qi Wentian!”
“This guy… Why is he here?”
“Should it be a trace of soul thought left in the spiritual weapon?”
“This Ye Wushuang… has completely offended the Qi family!”
As the illusory figure gradually became clear, standing above Qi Wenyue and looking down at her, the illusory figure trembled.
“Sister…”
Qi Wentian looked at his sister who was almost tortured to death on the ground, and the anger in his heart was about to burst out.
“Qi Wentian?”
Ye Wushuang smiled and said, “I didn’t expect you to have such a means!”
However, it was just an illusory figure condensed by his soul thought and had no real killing power.
Qi Wentian stared coldly at Ye Wushuang and said indifferently, “Who are you?”
“Ye Wushuang.”
Ye Wushuang didn’t hide it. There was no point in hiding. There were so many people watching, and some people already knew him.
“Good, very good.”
Qi Wentian glanced at his sister and then at Ye Wushuang, and said coldly, “Now, save my sister, and I promise not to kill you.”
“If my sister dies, I will hunt you down to the ends of the earth and kill all your family members.”
Hearing this, Ye Wushuang laughed and said, “Your promise? What’s the use of your promise?”
Qi Wentian’s gaze became even colder.
“Are you really not afraid of death? And not afraid of your family and clan members dying?”
“Of course I’m afraid!”
Ye Wushuang stepped forward and came to Qi Wenyue’s side. Looking at Qi Wenyue who was lying on the ground with only a faint breath, Ye Wushuang raised his head and looked at Qi Wentian’s illusory figure, and slowly said, “But you can’t threaten me!”
As the words fell.
Ye Wushuang waved his long sword.
Then he slashed down.
Pu…
A head rolled out ten zhang away.
The face of that head turned to the position where Qi Wentian and Ye Wushuang were.
Qi Wenyue.
She died with her eyes wide open.
Seeing this scene, Qi Wentian’s face turned ashen, his body trembled, and the illusory figure was on the verge of dissipating due to excessive excitement.
Ye Wushuang pointed his long sword at Qi Wentian and said indifferently, “You’re next. You’d better not die. Just wait for me!”
“Very good!”
Qi Wentian laughed in extreme anger and said, “I, Qi Wentian, will be waiting for you in the Glazed Celestial Cavern. Ye Wushuang, I hope you’re not just talking big.”
“I won’t be…”
As Ye Wushuang’s words fell, Qi Wentian’s illusory figure completely dissipated.
At this moment, at the foot of the mountain, it was deathly silent.
Everyone’s mind was in chaos.
But no one knew what to do or what to say. They just stared at each other in a dull and dazed way.
Qi Wenyue was dead!
Ye Wushuang directly chopped off Qi Wenyue’s head right in front of Qi Wentian.
This world was truly crazy!
After a long time.
Lin Qingfeng, Lin Qingyi, Mu Qingqian, Xuan Honglang, Xuan Hongcheng and others arrived one after another.
Looking at Qi Wenyue’s body on the ground, their expressions were complicated.
They were both happy, shocked, and torn.
Xuan Honglang flipped his palm and held up a wooden box, then presented it in front of Ye Wushuang.
“Lord Ye, this is the Ice Muscle Celestial Body Ointment I obtained, and it is stored in this wooden box.”
Looking at the wooden box, Ye Wushuang didn’t hesitate and even seemed a bit eager to take the wooden box.
