C17 (1/2)
However, Jun Lanyue didn't feel the pain of his sword slicing through his skin and breaking his bones. At that moment, Rong Bo endured the pain and narrowly avoided the attack. He spat out a mouthful of blood and shouted, ”Today, even if you are convicted of conspiracy, I will still kill you!”
As he spoke, he moved closer to Jun Lin, throwing a punch on his arm which had yet to be retracted, causing him to lose the strength to hold his sword. The punch then turned into an elbow strike, hitting Jun Lin Yue's soft abdomen, and then into a palm strike, aiming for his throat.
At last, in the moment of crisis, he put his hand between Uncle Rong's hand and his throat, but Uncle Rong's grip was too strong, and as he pushed his hand against his throat, there was a sharp cough, but Uncle Rong did not give him time to rest.
Was there no other way? Was he going to be killed? After being struck, the swaying Jun Lin Yue couldn't help but form this thought in his mind. During this period of time, the first wife's actions had become more and more unrestrained. Now that Uncle Rong was committing murder in front of her, she was only watching from the sidelines. That's right.
Since Chi You's battle skill was not enough to defeat Rong Bo, there was no other way around it. From being able to use it until now, it was only a few days. To be able to injure Rong Bo was already something to be proud of.
As for the hostility of the Great Yang Empire towards the mystical arts and the rule to practice it to the death, how could they still have the time to care about that now? If they fought and had a sliver of life force, they would definitely die here.
With this thought in mind, Jun Lanyue no longer held back. Supporting himself with his right foot, he steadied his body, and activated the blood essence that was already stagnant in his body to block Uncle Rong's last strike. His hand formed a sword technique, and he used all his strength to form a connection with the black jade sword at the side, rushing towards the center of Uncle Rong's back.
It was as if Uncle Rong had eyes at the back of his head, and he moved to the right side to dodge the sword. When he saw the black jade sword firmly stop in front of Jun Lanyue, his eyes flashed with a bright light.
”This is …” This is a mystical technique! ” Jun Yingyu shouted excitedly, ”Haha, let the imperial government know. I want to see if you, the Marquis of Black Tortoise, can continue this mission. The imperial government has its own rules. Anyone who dares to practice mystical arts will be executed!”
Even though Uncle Rong was glaring at him menacingly, Jun Linyue still couldn't help but turn his head to look at him. He really didn't understand how Uncle Rong got so excited. He really has no brains. Does he not understand the meaning behind 'kill the whole family', or does he think that he has a relationship with us?
Even though we are being looked upon as enemies and killing each other, in the eyes of outsiders, we are still a family.
After shaking off the boring thoughts in his mind, Jun Lanyue looked at Uncle Rong, who had taken out a dagger from his bosom, and smiled sinisterly. ”Old dog, you've prepared quite a lot. Today, I'm going to use your head to pay tribute to Tang An and Zhao Yi!”
The Xuan Artifact and its master were in sync, and their speed could be said to be quite fast, but in front of Uncle Rong, it was still not fast enough. In the face of Uncle Rong, the Xuan Artifact and its master's speed could be said to be in sync, but in front of Uncle Rong, it was still not fast enough.
”Brat, you dare to be distracted while fighting me? Since you don't care about your own life, then I will accept it!”
The dagger flashed with a white light as it flew towards Jun Mo Xie's throat. At this moment, Mo Yujian had no time to defend, so Jun Lin had no choice but to use his blood essence to defend his fist and use his flesh and blood to defend.
This attack, this dagger …