But the four holy slaves were not enveloped by this light curtain.

This means that once this "light realm" can be artificially manipulated to move, the four holy slaves will be killed in an instant!

Xu Xiaoshou's pupils shrank.

"Chi~"

His eyelids trembled and turned directly into blood mist.

Xu Xiaoshou had no time to be frightened and immediately sent a message to the masked man.

But even he could think of an attack method, how could the masked man not think of it?

"Cenjov!"

The masked man screamed, and in this predicament of death, as if he was in a deserted place, he shook his body and disappeared.

When he appeared again, he had already fallen in front of Chang Yi.

"Bang!"

A huge cloud of blood exploded in front of him.

Changyi was stunned on the spot.

Isn't this an act of suicide?

He never expected that the masked man would appear in front of him so recklessly, even at the cost of giving up his entire body.

"Suicide?"

This thought just crossed my mind.

But in the blood mist, an arm-shaped object outlined by the sword energy traveling at high speed and cutting continuously stretched out and grabbed his neck.

"hand?"

The whistling sound in my ears was the harsh sound made by the sword energy shooting at high speed.

Changyi was frightened.

"Aren't you afraid of pain?"

His voice was difficult to speak.

Because the arm in front of me is really a bit too appalling!

It has no bones, no tendons, and no flesh and blood.

But like a solid arm, after holding his Changyi's neck, without even a moment's hesitation, he pressed hard with his fingers.

"Click."

Changyi's neck was broken and his head fell from the air.

"pain?"

The masked man asked back, and the humanoid outline outlined by the white sword energy traveling at high speed stepped out of the blood mist.

The light really cut through his body.

Even in one breath, thousands of injuries can be caused.

But the masked man didn't even shake.

He lowered his head, looked at the white sword energy hand he had stretched out, and sighed: "If you say it's frightening, then it's true."

"But this pain is nothing to my broken body."

As he spoke, he slowly turned around and looked at Gou Wuyue, "I said..."

The voice paused.

"do not move!"

The masked man flexed his fingers.

"boom!"

The body of Chang Yi who was separated behind him was about to turn into a point of light and escape.

But suddenly, endless white sword energy erupted from his head and body, directly pinning him to the spot.

The masked man raised his hand.

The body and head of Changyi, pierced by the sword energy, circled and flew, and were once again spliced ​​into shape in his gentle grasp.

"I said that."

The masked man then responded to his last sentence, looked at Gou Wuyue and said, "If you really want to fight, your subordinates will suffer even more heavy losses than mine."

His eyes focused on the man whose hand was twitching constantly, and whose white robe was dyed red by the rolling blood. The masked man chuckled lightly.

"Zhan Dao, light attribute... the potential is really good."

"You, Gou Wuyue, should also cherish this kind of person, so that's why you keep him by your side and train him yourself, right?"

"Say it!"

"To die or to live?"

Everyone in white clothes was shocked.

After taking off the body of the posthumous cultivation body and exposing the true sword body, everyone understood why the masked man looked so weak before.

As long as he was alive, he was constantly suffering the cutting damage from the high-speed sword energy in his body.

How could such a person be as glamorous on the surface as others?

It’s already a miracle that you’re still alive, right?!

"Immortal sword body?"

There were sword cultivators in the crowd, and there were also people who saw what kind of method this was.

By practicing sword energy, you can abandon your weak physical body.

With the power of tomorrow, the mortal body given by nature is forcibly built into a holy body.

This method is really terrifying!

"is this real……"

"Is this guy still conscious? How can he still be alive?"

"No wonder he had acquired skills and couldn't even fly."

"When encountering such harm all the time, let alone maintaining acquired cultivation, he, he, he...how did he keep his soul from collapsing?"

"Is this even a human being?"

"The holy slaves... the holy slaves of Nima are all crazy! No one would practice this kind of method, right?"

"Cultivation? I don't think so. Maybe it's not his sword energy?"

"Huh? How do you say it?"

"Look at this sword energy. If he could control it by himself, would he choose to harm himself instead of stopping the sword energy?"

"But he is crazy!"

"..."

No one can say it right now.

really!

Based on the situation in front of me, it seems that the leader of the Saint Slave is really a madman.

For the sake of cultivation, he even gave up even half of his flesh and blood.

Regardless of whether it was self-inflicted or caused by others, no one here dared not be in awe because of his perseverance.

"Immortal sword body..."

Gou Wuyue's eyes were really serious.

He could smell a very familiar sword energy from the sword body.

"Hua Chang Deng?"

Without responding directly to the masked man's words, Gou Wuyue didn't even cast a worried glance at his closest guard, Chang Yi, and only stared at the sword-qi man in surprise.

"I said, do you want to die or live?" The masked man also said to himself.

"who are you?!"

Gou Wuyue was extremely angry, and Nulan's voice came out of her sheath immediately.

He pointed the tip of his sword, and a black line formed in the void, directly piercing the sword-qi man's head.

The masked man was unmoved.

There was no more blood left to drip from his body.
To be continued...