The beginning of the anger against the original Tianzun, I really want to die

Chapter 139 Either You Die Or I Die

Tong Tian looked at Yuan Yuan coldly: "Not only will Su Ye not die today, but he will not die in the future, as long as I am still around, no one can kill him!"

As soon as the words fell, Qing Pingjian rushed towards Yuan Yuan.

Yuanyuan frowned slightly, and the apricot-yellow flag was placed on his head instantly, and the Pangu flag kept shaking.

And just as they were fighting, a huge shock suddenly broke out on Su Ye's side.

The huge mana riot attracted everyone's attention.

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, everyone held their breath and looked at Su Ye carefully.

I saw that both of them were holding a black knife in their hands, and both of them had various wounds, large and small.

The blood had already stained their whole bodies red, and the Taoist robes on their bodies had become shattered.

The Taoist robe on Su Ye was given to him by Tongtian, but in Mo Er's eyes, it was nothing more than an acquired spiritual treasure.

This kind of thing, he only needs to lightly wave the magic knife in his hand to easily cut through it.

But what Mo Er didn't expect was that this guy was secretly learning his fighting style, and after just a while, he could already beat him several times.

The longer the time dragged on, Su Ye could even leave a wound on his body.

Mo Er stopped walking, slowly raised the magic knife in his hand, with the horizontal knife in front, and said with a sneer: "I underestimated you."

Su Ye also imitated it, with the black knife lying across his chest, he said with a smile: "If you have any other skills, use them out. It's just a few times back and forth, it's really not fun."

Mo Er chuckled, and then, a black light flashed, and the next moment, it appeared directly in front of Su Ye.

The edge of the magic knife shone with a black streamer, and there was a trace of blood in the light. The magic knife lay in front of him and cut directly at Su Ye's neck.

Su Ye narrowed his eyes, holding the handle of the knife with his right hand, supporting the back of the knife with his left hand, and pushed forward violently.

"Ding!"

The crisp collision sound made everyone frown.

Moreover, quite a few people covered their ears subconsciously. This kind of confrontation at the level of a quasi-sage had already surpassed Da Luo Dao.

Some of the lower cultivation bases even lost their hearing and even bleed when they heard the saber blare after the collision.

Perhaps because they knew that their cultivation was not enough, almost everyone left this place directly when Su Ye and Mo were together in World War II.

Although the quasi-holy war will not break the prehistoric world, the aftermath will do a lot of damage to this group of people.

Of course, there is also a kind of person who is not afraid of death and wants to continue watching. At the moment when the sword energy comes, he has not had time to react, and he is directly chopped into flying ash.

Every time the two of them confronted each other with swords, they always had an unending momentum.

Almost every time I cut down, I exhausted all my strength.

Su Ye lowered his head and glanced at his tiger's mouth, the palms of his hands were already rotten, and even the white bones could be seen.

But the arm has long been numb, and the pain can't be felt at all.

He tore off the Taoist robe on his body and tied it to his hands to prevent the black knife from slipping out of his hands.

At this time, Su Ye and Mo Er were unwilling to waste any energy on repairing their wounds.

Once the opponent launches an attack suddenly, and he is repairing the wound, this is tantamount to giving the opponent a chance.

The only thing that made Su Ye feel chilling was that no one came to help, and even the old man he had always been friends with showed no sign of making a move.

Mo Er seemed to see what Su Ye was thinking, and said with a smile: "It seems that you are not welcome in this world, and even your master doesn't seem to really want to save you."

Su Ye bowed her head and remained silent.

Mo Er continued: "He obviously has a treasure that can directly suppress the opponent, but he just doesn't use it. It seems that you are not as good as his enemy in his heart."

In the distance, Tongtian also heard Mo Er's words, and hurriedly shouted: "Su Ye, don't listen to his nonsense!"

Su Ye still bowed his head and said nothing. At this moment, he didn't have time to listen to what Mo Er had to say.

He knew that Mo Er was recovering his mana while taking the opportunity to speak, and he was also there.

He couldn't understand the thoughts of Honghuang people, because Su Ye was not them.

But he knew that these people were all thinking of making a profit.

The heavenly level said that whoever can kill the extraterritorial demon will get great benefits, but no one is a fool. Now that Su Ye is fighting against the second demon, if everyone can watch, they will definitely not make a move.

If Su Ye can kill him, he only needs to kill Su Ye and Mo Er before Su Ye does it.

Even if he couldn't be killed, Mo Er would be exhausted by Su Ye, wouldn't it be better to make a move at that time.

At this moment, Su Ye really felt chilling. This chilling did not come from their indifference, but from their cold hearts.

Su Ye glanced at the people who stayed here, and a stern look flashed in his eyes. If he could, he really wanted to kill everyone.

But no, he still has to rely on these people to become the master of the Dao.

Su Ye chuckled, holding the black knife tightly in his hand, his whole body's cultivation base exploded in an instant, the situation in the world changed, and only a thunderclap came from the sky.

Su Ye moved, his speed was extremely fast, and he looked at Mo Er with extremely cold eyes.

Looking at Su Ye's gaze, Mo Er's body trembled slightly, and a memory from a long time ago suddenly appeared in his mind.

He had seen that kind of look before. At that time, he was not a sage of the Dao, but he remembered it very clearly, because when the Dao went berserk, he directly killed countless saints of the Dao of Heaven.

Those were the eyes that had revealed themselves in the chaos.

For a moment, Mo Er felt cold all over his body, and when he came back to his senses, his clothes were already drenched with sweat.

Mo Er suddenly raised his head to look at Su Ye, with a flash of excitement in his eyes.

He held up the magic knife in his hand, raised his head and shouted: "I am a demon!"

"Deposit the demon of the Dao!"

"Demon, be relentless, swear to the death, kill!"

The two black lights fought together again, and countless clanging and colliding sounds continued to be heard.

Everyone retreated involuntarily, even the saint felt an invisible pressure.

The battle between the two is no longer just a collision of cultivation and mana, it is a contest of life and death.

Either you die or I die.

Blood continuously splashed out from the two black lights, and the flesh and blood were directly shattered by mana when the two of them were fighting.

No one wanted to let the other party go, the black knife cut off Mo Er's head, and the magic knife cut off Su Ye's shoulder.

One knife after another, the knife is fatal, and the knife is critical.

All the people watching this scene fell silent. If it was me, would I be able to persevere in such a brutal way of fighting?

I'm afraid it's dead.

(End of this chapter)