Chapter 55 The Monster in the Realm of the Spirit Emperor

The road ahead is getting wider and wider. Soon, a ten-foot-square circle appeared in front of you, and the surrounding walls were as high as two feet, and it was full of dark passages. There is not even a ghost in this dark and strange place, let alone the ape-shaped monster!

"Damn, this is a trap. Let's go!" Wang Wujian shouted hurriedly, and the sixth sense told him that the wisdom of the other party was not lower than that of human beings.

"What about the two of them?" Hou Aji said in a hurry, and he also realized the immediate crisis and the purpose of his opponent's escape without fighting.

"Let's get to a safe place first." Wang Wujian said, but as soon as his voice fell, there was a terrible howl around him, like a dead ghost asking for his life.

"Is it really a ghost?" Hou Aji shouted in surprise. The torch of his left hand was raised above his head and stared at each hole, and the fiery red soul power on the sword kept jumping.

The red flame lit up every inch of land, but made each hole darker and more horrible. The stone that could reflect the light emitted a faint light and stared at the two frightened martial arts spirits like the devil's eyes. The horrible voice was getting closer and closer but never appeared, which seemed to test the determination of the two people.

"There is only one monster, and the rest are echoes. Carefully, we have a chance to find him." Wang Wujian whispered to Hou Aji, who was back to back, trying to comfort him in this way and cheer himself up by the way.

Hou Aji was so nervous that he almost dared not breathe freely. His body fluctuated strongly with the deep breath, but the martial soul was completely stimulated at this tight bite, and the strong soul power constantly surged to the sword, and the red light covered the firelight.

"There it is!" Hou Aji pointed to a place and roared loudly, and galloped over without waiting for Wang Wujian to react.

Wang Wujian quickly turned around and saw that it was an ape monster with twice as many bodies as human beings above the stone wall.

"You stay here, and I'll lead it down." Hou Aji has taken out his "third hand" while talking.

"Don't go!" Wang Wujian shouted loudly, but it was too late. Hou Aji's agile skills had climbed up the wall, and the long sword in his hand stabbed towards the ape monster with a thick red tail.

However, the ape monster did not fight. He turned over and jumped off the other side. Hou Aji was nervous and eager to fight. He chased after him without thinking about it.

Wang Wujian hurriedly climbed up along the rope, but the situation below was unexpected. Hou Aji fell to the ground and his life and death were unknown, but the ape monster disappeared.

"Monkey!" Wang Wujian shouted loudly. Just as he was about to jump down, there were two pops behind him.

Wang Wujian turned his head and saw that Ge Tianren and Xi Diao were still on the ground. They were motionless as if they were dead. Next to their bodies stood a burly human being wrapped all over his body.

But the long sword in his hand made Wang Wujian take a breath of cold air. It was a long sword made of flame metal, and the sword was covered with a thick purple light, and the purple light almost formed a layer of tangible fog around the sword body - he was actually a strong man in the realm of the spiritual emperor.

Wang Wujian jumped to the ground and roared angrily, "Who are you? Why did you do this?" The three best partners are trapped in his tricks and his life and death are uncertain, which makes Wang Wujian crazy. Even if his opponent is a master who is hundreds of times stronger than himself, he has no intention of flinching.

His angry questioning was not answered, and the other party's indifferent eyes were as cold as the rocks under his feet.

Wang Wujian kept taking deep breaths to try to calm himself down, and also set up the weapon in his hand to make a defensive posture. The first thought that came to his mind was: This must be a prank directed by a teacher in the college. He was just testing the ability of the students, but if not, he must have come to the college to seek revenge. Yes, and he can avoid the eyes of so many strong people in the college and take the child away - he is not very strong.

"What the hell do you want to do?" Wang Wujian shouted and asked loudly, trying to roar out all the fear in his heart, "Give them back to me?"

The other party still didn't say anything. The sword in his hand let everyone know what he wants to do next? He clenched the hilt of his sword with both hands, and the blade pointed straight at the two unconscious people below. The purple soul fog was slowly stretching down, and the purple light covered the two young faces made them look extremely pitiful.

"You stop it!" Wang Wujian ran over crazily, and the weapon in his hand interrupted the other party's movements.

The two torches lying on the ground are beating with cheerful flames. Although they can't illuminate the faces of the two gamers, they can illuminate the weapons in their hands.

With the gorgeous red light and continuous collision of sparks, Wang Wujian gradually felt difficult. This was the first time he met a strong enemy, and he was surprised that the other party actually controlled the performance of the martial soul in the high refining realm, as if it was to compete more fairly with Wang Wujian.

This makes Wang Wujian even more surprised: the martial arts spirit that can control the color of soul power has surpassed the realm of the spiritual emperor and is a peerless master at the heavenly level.

"Do you want to humiliate me?" Wang Wujian did not appreciate the kindness of the mysterious master, but felt that he was teasing himself.

Wang Wujian is not a first-class martial arts wizard, but he is good at thinking and analysis. He is not only good at finding the loopholes of the other party, but also will be accompanied by more than three coherent actions after each attack, which makes his attack as smooth and rapid as flowing water. The average opponent will soon lose, but The pair of hands in front of him are flawless and can easily desolve his attack.

"If you beg me, I can let you go!" The mysterious martial spirit finally said the first sentence after tolerating for a long time.

"You, dream!" Wang Wujian shouted loudly and echoed the other party's insult with a series of knives.

"If you want to live, you should do your best to protect yourself, instead of talking about bullshit." The other party began to hold the sword with both hands and reversed the disadvantage in a few moves. "Your enemy will not be soft because of your righteousness. You are another kind of weakness. You are afraid of the torture caused by abandoning your companions. In the end, your heart is cowardly, and you can't defeat yourself after all!"

"Only they believe me!" Wang Wujian roared back, "Everyone treats me like a monster, only they don't!" I must take them away!"

The opponent's powerful sword almost overwhelmed him, his arms were painful and numb, and his wrists were sore due to the nervous and rapid swing, but the anger in his heart was not reduced at all because of the opponent's powerful attack.

"If you die, no one will sympathize with you, and you can no longer achieve the goal in your heart." The other party attacked his vital parts mercilessly, and the pace under his feet moved carefully. His two deep eyes stared at the direction of his hands and judged his every move.

"You are a monster!" Wang Wujian shouted that he was almost moved by those brainwashing words, and his defense became more and more scattered.

"Ask me for mercy!" The other party shouted loudly, and the slender sword body hit his wrist through the loophole of Wang Wujian, shaking off his machete.

"You dream!" Wang Wujian sacrificed his life. When his opponent's long sword stabbed him, he dodged sideways and immediately stabbed his short sword into the other party's chest.

This is a way to die together. At the moment when his dagger stopped at the other party's chest, the other party's sword also crossed his neck. Two pairs of angry eyes looked at each other. No one was afraid of death or the cold air emitted from the blade.