Bishop's Retirement

Chapter 1774 Die!
The scribe in Tsing Yi flew out injured.

He is extremely fast, like a demon.

In just a moment, he climbed over the city wall and swept towards the outside of the city.

There was a hint of panic in the swiftness.

Just like the injured lost dog, it was really in a state of extreme embarrassment.

If you are facing someone else at this time.

He gritted his teeth and still had the strength to fight.

But what he faced was the former Sage King.

Even though his strength is not bad.

With just a few strokes, he was beaten to death, and his injuries were serious.

Under such a premise, fight recklessly with Shengjun?
What's the difference between this and courting death?
Thinking of this, the Tsing Yi scholar's heart sank.

The speed is a few minutes faster.

however.

Just as he accelerated to escape.

A surge of force came from the air, grabbing his ankle like a ghostly hand!

!!!

Feeling such strength, his heart sank suddenly.

At the same time, a name came to mind instantly.

Skyshooter!

The moment this idea surged, he was about to resist.

But at this moment, he only felt a surge of strength and a movement of his body.

Then it was like a dead dog.

Pulled backward by a strong force!
At this moment, he turned his head and saw Wang Ye looting in mid-air.

His five fingers are bent, and his horns are like a dragon.

Its rolling force is unstoppable, and it is pulling itself towards him suddenly!
Seeing this scene, the scribe in Tsing Yi frowned.

He clenched his teeth, his heart pounding.

At the same time, he opened his mouth and said: "Since I can't escape, then I will compete with you to win or lose!"

After saying that, with a movement of his body, he condensed his energy into a sword and swept it in the air.

With the help of Wang Ye's pull.

A sudden attack towards his throat!
For a moment, the sword energy was sharp and chilly!
"Oh?"

Seeing the sword energy coming, Wang Ye sneered and said, "What's going on?"

"Why don't I use my holy teaching skills?"

Between the words, Wang Ye's face was full of teasing.

Like a cat playing with a mouse.

In fact, it's not that the scribes in Tsing Yi don't want to use the devil to teach martial arts this time.

It's about discussing the essence of Demon Cult's martial arts.

Who in the world can outshine the Holy King?
At this time, using the martial arts of the devil's religion instead of fighting it hard is tantamount to fighting with an ax in class!
It's better to use your own martial arts!
In this way, there are even more chances of winning!

Thinking of this, his sword energy became more intense, and he charged straight at Wang Ye's throat.

The moment the sword energy was about to touch Wang Ye's throat.

But he saw Wang Ye swinging his palms.

In time, thousands of black and red palm prints surged up, covering them like a mountain.

Seeing the shadow of this palm approaching, the scribe in Tsing Yi didn't back down even a bit.

In an instant, they fought against Wang Ye.

In an instant, sword energy and palm shadows staggered past.

The two accompanied each other like a shadow, constantly shaking.

He looked up.

The wilderness outside Jinling City was full of figures of two people.

During the battle, the bursts of Qi burst like rolling thunder, stirring up the surrounding aura to surge like a rolling sea.

The scene was really shocking to the extreme.

If Bai Mingyu were here this time.

He can persist for a long time under the fight with Wang Ye, and he is indistinguishable from each other.

But how could this Tsing Yi scribe's skill be as good as Bai Mingyu's?
What's more, he was still injured?
After only a dozen or so moves, the scribe in Tsing Yi's moves were instantly dispelled by Wang Ye.

Not only that, Wang Ye's palm force broke through the air, and it was imprinted on his shoulders.

Gaba!

With the crisp sound of bone shattering.

A blood mist rose from behind his shoulders!

At the same time, a sharp pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow suddenly came.

The pain was extremely severe.

It made the expression of the scholar in Tsing Yi change.

The moment of pain.

Its offensive was suddenly deformed and out of shape, just like the Changti that broke through the breach, collapsed in an instant, and blew thousands of miles away.

Once the moves are scattered, the vigor and charm are gone.

Wang Ye is even more unforgiving at this time.

But he saw that he was using both fists and palms, the palms and fingers were as numerous as stars, and they were as fast as flying light.

The scribes in Tsing Yi were covered in blood mist, swaying from side to side, miserable!

"almost!"

At this time, the corners of Wang Ye's mouth raised slightly, he grabbed the scribe in Tsing Yi by the throat, and said, "Why do you know my holy teachings?"

"Who taught you all this?!"

"Besides, who exactly are you?"

"Why did you attack His Majesty? How did you know he was in Jinling?"

"How many men do you have?"

Between the words, Wang Ye asked a series of questions.

At this moment, he stared at the scholar in blue.

His eyes were full of doubts.

This man is obviously on the same team as Yun Shu who assassinated Gao Tianci!

How did they find it here?

also.

Why does it teach all kinds of martial arts, even Qingfeng Huasha is full of it.

all of these.

Wang Ye must know clearly!
"Want...to know?"

Facing Wang Ye's question, the scribe in Tsing Yi sneered: "As I just said..."

"All of this, go to Jiuyou Difu to ask!"

Boom!

Following the words of the scribe in Tsing Yi, a muffled thunder suddenly sounded from the dome of the sky.

Look up.

I saw a ray of thunder coming down through the air, heading towards Wang Ye!

Obviously.

This green-clothed scholar knew that he was no match for Wang Ye.

Want to die together in this way.

however.

At the moment when Li Lei fell, Wang Ye sneered.

But he saw his sleeves swept.

A palm blast towards this sky thunder!
Rolling palms are shaking with thunder!
Boom!

All of a sudden, there was only a loud bang of thunder.

A ripple of true energy visible to the naked eye spread out.

The surrounding ground exploded, and the trees around the four fields were instantly crushed to powder!
But at this moment.

The uninjured arm of the green-clothed scribe condensed his energy into a claw, and grabbed Wang Ye's throat!

Until this moment, this person still wanted Wang Ye's life!

"What a guts!"

Seeing this scene, Wang Ye frowned: "Since you want to die, I will help you!"

As he spoke, he let go of the palm that was strangling his throat.

At the same time, the palm turned over and came out horizontally, hitting his chest.

boom!
There was only a muffled sound, and a mist of blood burst out from the mouth of the scholar in blue.

Its body was like a rag, and it flew upside down.

At this moment, Wang Ye bullied himself and followed him like a shadow.

At the same time, he opened his mouth and said: "Today, I will show you the short combat skills of my Holy Cult!"

After saying a word, Wang Ye unleashed his fist and bunt.

It hit the body of the scholar in Tsing Yi like a gust of wind and rain.

from a distance.

The scribe in Tsing Yi was beaten left and right like a cloth bag, vomiting blood again and again.

In the meantime, the rolling force dissipated.

It made the surrounding trees and boulders collapse.

They turned into gravel and sawdust, flying out continuously.

"die!"

At this moment, Wang Ye let out a sharp shout.

But he saw his five fingers protruding horizontally at the same time, hitting this person's chest.

boom!
Only a dull sound was heard.

The scribe in Tsing Yi vomited a mouthful of blood.

His body flew upside down and fell into a nearby pool, splashing a lot of mist!

Seeing this, Wang Ye sneered.

He didn't just leave.

Instead, he watched the body of the scribe in green float up, and then left in peace after he lost his breath.

After all, this person knows his identity.

How could it be possible to save its life?

"Death is more than enough!"

Looking at the corpse floating on the pool, Wang Ye sneered.

Then the body swayed and disappeared in place.

(I have an appointment tomorrow, and I will add an update today, and I will say three things: ask for a ticket, ask for a ticket, or fucking ask for a ticket!)
(End of this chapter)