Embers of Sword

Chapter 468 Paper Dance
This is not an equal game.

From beginning to end.

Bai Gui, Mo Dao Ren, and Huan Xi Zen Master, none of them had the slightest chance of winning... Not to mention the three of them, even if Chi Xian, Qing Xiao, Bai Dao Ren, and He Yi Zen Master were added, this battle would still be a foregone conclusion.

The attack just now, which was closely connected and ended with the self-detonation of "Tian Kui", was indeed a remarkable method.

If it were another Yang Shen, he might really get caught.

Even if it was Wu Zexian from a year ago, he would have been injured if he responded hastily.

Unfortunately……

After the battle with Zhao Chunyang on the outskirts of Dachu, Wu Zexian made further progress.

The power of the "self-detonation" just now was indeed impressive.

But in Wu Zexian's eyes, it was still far inferior to Zhao Chunyang's punch.

The most painful beating I've ever received in my life.

It was the meal that Zhao Chunyang had.

The punch Zhao Chunyang casually threw at that time directly shattered his martial arts holy body. Wu Zexian will never forget the feeling of that moment. Although there was no sign of danger in his heart, his short and long life was flashing back before his eyes.

"Crash."

The exiled immortal Wu Ze took out a robe from the cave between his eyebrows, put it on again, and waved his sleeves expressionlessly to disperse the dust in the air.

He slowly landed on the ground and came in front of Mo Dao Ren and Huan Xi Zen Master.

This battle is over.

Taoist Mo, the body of Zen Master Huanxi was as stiff as a stone.

They did not attack again...

If the combined attack just now could not hurt Wu Zexian.

Then all attacks at this moment are nothing but an egg hitting a rock.

They did not even try to run away, because they both knew in their hearts that running away would only hasten their death in front of Wu Zexian.

Wu Zexian simply ignored these two "big men" in southern Xinjiang who called themselves ancestors and saints, and walked straight towards Bai Gui.

The white ghost's body is still being repaired.

He was lying on the ground with his arms and legs spread out, his body still a bloody mess, but his handsome face had recovered about 80% of its original appearance.

"Where does the Fountain of Immortality come from?"

Wu Zexian stopped and looked at the white-robed boy on the ground who was almost indistinguishable from a human form.

His divine sense fell on the white ghost, sensing this strange breath of life... These wisps of water vapor seemed to be concentrated on the top of the boy's head?

"If I don't tell you, will you kill me?"

The white ghost's voice was hoarse, but he still smiled.

next moment.

boom!
There was a loud bang, and Wu Zexian stomped the handsome face into pieces with one kick. The force of the kick was so great that the ground shook and roared, and blood splattered. However, Bai Gui was only seriously injured, but not dead... Because of the "Immortal Spring Vapor", the vitality of his body was unexpectedly strong. Even if he encountered a fatal blow, he would not die easily.

It is precisely because of knowing this feature.

That's why Wu Zexian did not hold back his strength. He wanted to make Bai Gui feel the greatest pain.

When that face regains its basic outline...

boom!
"..."

Seeing this scene, Mo Daoren and Huanxi Zen Master's backs were soaked with cold sweat.

Both of them felt mixed emotions.

The white ghost, who has merged with the water vapor from the Immortal Fountain, has a recovery ability far beyond their level due to the blessing of this top-level divine object. If they were to fight a life-and-death battle, they would have no chance of winning.

But now the white ghost...

She is being toyed around by Wu Zexian.

The earth roared one after another.

The white ghost's bones are very hard.

Every time the flesh and blood are repaired... there is always that contemptuous and indifferent attitude.

Wu Zexian really wanted to see how hard this guy's bones were.

After repeating more than ten times.

The speed at which the white ghost's injuries healed slowed down significantly, and the time it took to restore his face to its original state was several times that of the first time.

"Sure enough, the number of times the Immortal Spring's water vapor can be used is limited."

Wu Zexian did not attack again.

He calmly looked down at the miserable boy on the ground, "After suffering such an attack, the 'water vapor' should be exhausted, right? If the 'water vapor' is exhausted, can you still survive?" "Probably..."

"You can't survive, right?"

The white ghost still maintained that indifferent attitude.

He forced a smile with difficulty and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't you see that I don't care about death?"

"..."

Wu the Exiled Immortal remained silent.

"It makes no difference whether I die in your hands or in someone else's hands."

The white ghost grinned: "Will I have a 'good ending'? Ten years ago, when I helped Renshou Palace kill Xie Xuanyi... I guessed a similar ending..."

Hearing this, Wu Zexian frowned slightly.

He has always been dismissive of such remarks.

There are indeed some loyal and brave warriors in this world who are willing to sacrifice their lives.

But it will never be the likes of White Ghost.

These evil practitioners in southern Xinjiang try every possible means to "survive", by digging out their hearts and marrow.

How could such a person not care about death?

only……

There was no falsehood in the attitude displayed by Bai Gui at this moment. Wu Zexian's divine sense fell on the white-robed boy. He was very sure that this guy was not lying.

"interesting."

Wu Zexian smiled and said, "Are you sure that you won't die?"

"You...can try."

The white ghost only had his last breath.

But he was still smiling.

Delaying time... or being mysterious...

Regardless of the possibility, Wu Zexian was too lazy to pursue it. The appearance of the Immortal Spring's steam was an unexpected incident. He was ready to end the chaos tonight and report these unexpected findings to the Renshou Palace. As for the subsequent "complex investigation", he would hand it over to another person.

Thinking of this, Wu Zexian decided not to delay any longer and send Bai Gui to his death immediately.

He clenched his fist slightly, and in an instant, brilliant golden light surged and condensed. The glow of this burning holy body almost illuminated an entire area of 100 meters in radius.

suddenly.

Someone let out a soft "eh".

"Snowing?"

Taoist Mo, who was frozen like stone, raised his head and looked at the pale white snowflakes falling from the sky. He subconsciously stretched out his hand and caught one.

After seeing the specific appearance of this snowflake.

Mo Daoren's expression turned gray.

"This...is not snow."

The Buddha face of Master Huanxi disappeared completely, and her whole body was shaking. She didn't know when pale snow flakes began to float from the sky, like goose feathers, as if they were going to cover the entire earth.

A bleak and cold chill swept over.

Even the golden light emanating from Wu Zexian's body seemed a little dim under the falling snow-white chill.

"Is this...paper?"

Wu Zexian lowered his head, stretched out his hand to catch a piece of snow, and looked thoughtful, his expression gradually becoming solemn.

Just picked up a piece of "snow".

An extremely narrow cut was made on the palm of his hand.

Yes……

This is not snow, this is paper.

The scent of golden blood slowly seeped out.

Wu Zexian regained his expressionless look. He grasped the scraps of paper tightly, burning the power of the Great Dao and crushing them into ashes.

The white ghost tilted his head and looked at the dark end deep in the miasma.

Countless pieces of paper fly up and dance in the wind.

……

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