Chapter 339 Ancient Palace Battle (Subscription Request)

Zhuge Jiu saw the madness in the other party's eyes and knew that he could not persuade him at all, so he shouted angrily:
"There is no such thing as the Supreme in this world! There is no such thing as immortality in this world!

Ji Wushang, you have lived for two hundred years in vain. You are stubborn and unwilling to change your ways. You are greedy for the world and bring disaster to the people.

I, Zhuge Jiu, will use this sword to send you back to heaven and earth, and bring peace to the world!!”

The words have not yet fallen.

The sword in his hand has turned into a dazzling light.

Zhuge Jiu disappeared from the spot, turning into several residual images of flowing water, which shot straight towards Ji Wushang who was sitting cross-legged in the dazzling light.

The blinding light created a huge crack in the ground and pierced through the Bagua diagram.

When the crack reaches the Tai Chi fish.

The light of Taoism on Ji Wushang's body had been completely pierced.

Lines of sword energy flew out from Ji Wushang's body, barely blocking the movement of the residual image of the flowing water.

The devilish sound resounded, and the blood in the blood pool and the engravings seemed to boil, shaking even the residual image of the flowing water in the dazzling light.

But all I saw was the residual images of flowing water, converging towards the front, and finally converging into the figure of Zhuge Jiu holding a sword.

The sword light from the flowing sword was even more dazzling, illuminating the entire hall even brighter.

The sword energy that was resisting in front was shaken continuously by the sword light.

Zhuge Jiu raised the sword and thrust it forward fiercely, completely crushing the sword energy in front of him and piercing Ji Wushang's head directly.

Ji Wushang, with admiration in his cloudy eyes.

He stretched out a hand like a dead branch and grasped the transparent sword that was stabbing at him.

The hand that was like a dead branch was not even as wide as the long sword in Zhuge Jiu's hand.

But the transparent sword was gently grasped by that hand and could not move forward even a little bit.

Ji Wushang looked at the long sword that was still shaking, grinned and said:
“I never thought that two hundred years later, there would be another youngster like you.

Your strength is not much inferior even to that of Wang Chongyang of Quanzhen Sect. "

Ji Wushang exerted force on his hand, and the transparent sword created ripples and emitted a sharp and mournful cry.

Ji Wushang looked at Zhuge Jiu who was trying to draw out his long sword and said:

"But back then, even if Wang Chongyang, Xiao Feng from the Beggars' Sect, Zhang Wuji from the Ming Cult, and Zhou Zhiruo from Emei were combined, they were no match for me in a few rounds~".

While Ji Wushang was speaking.

Zhuge Jiu only felt that the other party's dry hand holding the long sword was holding his sword tightly with an unknown force of tens of thousands of pounds, and he could not break free at all.

Therefore, with one hand still holding the long sword, with the other hand, he had already put his palms together, gathering a crystal sword light, and stabbed it towards Ji Wushang's chest.

The opponent's left hand was even more withered than the right hand holding the sword.

Perhaps, it is like the other person's legs, unable to move.

His attack was intended to force the other party to let go.

Ji Wushang slowly raised his left hand.

His left palm was indeed rotten.

The palm cannot grasp as tightly as the right hand.

He just raised his stiff hand.

Push forward.

It collided with Zhuge Jiu's hand, which was emitting a dazzling sword light.

When the sword light touched the withered hand emitting golden light, it exploded and dissipated.

The golden, even twisted, withered hand collided with the closed palms.

"Click~Click~".

Zhuge Jiu's clasped palms had fingers that were even more rugged than Ji Wushang's.

The knuckles protruded from the fingers, and the white bones could be seen.

Even the bones in the wrist were cracked.

There is some dislocation in the shoulder joints.

With just this one strike, his hand was disabled.

Ten fingers connected to the heart.

"Ah~!!" a scream.

Zhuge Jiu's right arm hung down, the muscles on his face twitched, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down.

He knew that he had been badly injured and was no match for this man.

The arm holding the sword pushed forward with all his might, but he couldn't push the sword in at all.

But with this force, the person was flying backwards.

To escape from here.

Zhuge Jiuren was in the air, about to fly out of the inner hall gate.

Ji Wushang raised his twisted left hand, stretched it forward in a grasping position, as if trying to grab something.

In the center of the palm, a tornado-like internal vortex was visible to the naked eye and spread towards the gate.

Suddenly, a terrifying suction force was felt in the hall.

Even the open door of the hall was sucked shut.

Zhuge wine was sucked into the tornado vortex.

The body stopped in the middle of retreating.

No matter how he used his internal energy to resist, he could not move out of the hall even a bit.

Even the people in the air were already being carried by the tornado's vortex towards Ji Wushang.

Zhuge Jiu was shocked!
The inner strength of the mythical realm warrior all rushed out, turning into a trail of flowing water and stretching backwards.

It seemed to want to pull Zhuge wine out of the adsorption.

Ji Wushang, that face with blurred features, smiled.

He used even more force between his claws.

The tornado vortex became even more violent.

Zhuge wine can no longer resist even a little bit.

The body that had already fallen to the ground rose up and flew straight towards Ji Wushang.

Ji Wushang exerted force with his claws again, and Zhuge Jiu's body crashed into the center of the vortex like a cannonball.

Ji Wushang’s hand held her neck tightly.

Ji Wushang twisted his left hand, grabbed Zhuge Jiu's neck, and slowly closed it inward.

“Ugh~!!”.

Zhuge Jiu held the hand that was like a dead branch with both hands, but no matter how he struggled, he could not get free.

As the twisted hand slowly clenched inward, veins on Zhuge Jiu's neck popped out.

With a "Puff~!!" sound, he spat out a mouthful of blood, which landed on Ji Wushang's face.

It made Ji Wushang’s face even more terrifying.

With a ferocious smile on his lips, he twisted his palms and tried to exert more force.

But I found that I could no longer hold my hands.

Ji Wumian was stunned.

Then he looked at himself and saw his twisted and stiff fingers.

For more than two hundred years, nothing but legs.

His hand was also slowly decaying.

It was so rotten that now it couldn't even hold anything.

"Hmm~~".

Ji Wushang looked at his left hand that he could never clench.

He slowly picked up Zhuge Jiu's long sword with his right hand and was about to use the sword to pierce the opponent.

Zhuge Jiu, whose neck was strangled, became a little blurry in Ji Wushang's hand.

"Um??".

Ji Wushang watched as the opponent in his hands became more and more blurry and then more and more clear.

Until it turned into a trail of flowing water.

It seemed as if the whole person had shrunk a little and disappeared into the afterimage.

He wanted to clench his left hand, but he couldn't do it no matter what.

I watched helplessly as the residual image of the flowing water left my hands and merged with the residual image at the gate.

He wanted to raise his hand to absorb the remaining image of the flowing water.

The afterimage of the flowing water had already split into another afterimage, which broke open the door with a "bang" and rushed out.

In the main hall, several afterimages, one after another, broke open the door of the ancient temple outside and rushed straight to the sky outside.

Ji Wushang put down his withered left hand.

I squeezed harder with my left hand, but still couldn't clench it tightly.

In his right hand, he tightly grasped the long sword.

A hard.

“Pah~!”.

The long sword broke with a sound.

Ji Wushang stared at his twisted left hand for a long time without saying a word.

(End of this chapter)