The Daily Life of the Immortal King

Chapter 1255 Sword of Destiny

The envoys of the stars would never have dreamed that the battle would be over before it even started.

Mother Teresa was an honest person. She had actually heard the sound of Xingxing spitting blood, but she remembered that Xingxing had told her not to look back before, so she stayed where she was.

"Xingxing, are you okay..." To be honest, she was very nervous.

As one of the Foundation's envoys, she watched an envoy get seriously injured before officially joining the battlefield. This feeling made Teresa very complicated.

Is this Zhuo Yi a monster?

"If you need my help, just ask, and I will provide some treatment," Teresa said.

In fact, she wasn't from the combat department, but an auxiliary nurse, and she even had the title of "Mother of All Stars" in the nurse circle.

"No need...you can't help me..." Xingxing said weakly, he had already taken the tonic that he carried with him.

But this medicine is at best helping him recover from his internal injuries.

His visual impairment is probably irreversible.

The right eye is directly blind, and the remaining left eye has a blurring degree of 2000° of myopia, which is almost the same as being blind.

Now the envoy of the star position opened his eyes, and there was only a chilling light left in the eyeball of his left eye.

He spent hundreds of years tempering this pair of eyes peeking at the secrets of the sky, but he did not expect to suffer a devastating blow in an instant.

Even he had expected that there was something weird about Zhuo Yi, so he didn't dare to look more.

Just a flashback, a glance.

As a result, it fell to such a point.

"There is still judgment and fate left..." Teresa sighed.

She felt that the envoy of the Fool was also a master, but she didn't know why the envoy of judgment suddenly excluded him.

But Teresa knew very well that if she wanted to survive in the Foundation, the best way was not to ask too many questions.

Just go with the flow.

At the beginning, her purpose of joining the foundation was only for the exorbitant compensation that the foundation offered her.

In order to reward Mingzhe and protect one's life, it is the wisest choice.

So when she saw that the battle body in front was seriously injured, she didn't intend to rescue him at all.

Odd Zhuo was too scary, going up at this time would be death.

Today's foundations are basically judged by one person.

Teresa felt it unnecessary to risk her own life in order to save a chariot.

She even felt that Odd Zhuo played well!

This scum who treats women as toys should be taught a lesson, right?

...

At this moment, the chariot was completely naked and buried in the soil.

He is useless.

The spiritual root was cut off by Zhuo Yi and lost all realms.

Coupled with his seriously injured body, even an ordinary person can give him the last knife.

But now, the chariot was clearly insane.

The double blow of body and spirit made it impossible for him to accept everything in front of him.

"I'm a fairy... I'm really a fairy..." He kept muttering these few words, his eyes lost their focus.

After this matter is over.

Chariot is likely to spend the rest of his life in a mental institution.

To deal with such a person, Odd Zhuo felt that this was the best punishment.

At the same time, Odd Zhuo once again marveled at Jingke's terrifying power.

To be able to cut off the spiritual root without harming one's life, except for this sword spirit master, I am afraid that no sword spirit in the world can do it...

Ordinary cultivators would definitely die if their spiritual roots were severed.

At this time, Odd Zhuo heard several broken applause coming from outside the school gate.

He raised his head, only to see a man in a black cloak approaching his direction in the direction of his sight.

The man walked into No. 60 Middle School while clapping his hands.

He took off his big hood, and Odd Zhuo saw the black mask under the hood, with the word "Fate" written in red letters on it.

The Book of Immortal Saints sent Odd Zhuo almost all the information of the Foundation's envoys.

Including the "empty whiteness" of the judgment seat.

But only this messenger of fate, the Book of Immortal Saints is still under investigation.

At this moment, the messenger of fate appeared.

Odd Zhuo was also speculating about his identity.

From the color of his hair, the man appeared to be of Asian descent.

"Are you from Huaxiu country?"

"Director Zhuo is really smart."

Under the fate face, the voice of the fate envoy was obviously changed.

This messenger of fate seems to be hiding his identity.

"I didn't expect that the envoys of the Foundation were not all foreigners." Odd Zhuo said.

Holding Jingke in his hand, he was ready to fight.

Odd Zhuo: "Are you here for the chariot, revenge, then let's start."

"Let me be clear, I'm not here for the chariot. I'm here for myself."

The envoy of fate said: "Before the chariot came, I had already expected this situation. It's just a little more tragic than I imagined."

Listening to Destiny's speech, Odd Zhuo always felt that this person's tone was familiar, as if he had known him before, but he couldn't tell who he was.

"You said you were fighting for yourself?"

Odd Zhuo was not in a hurry, he wanted to get more information out of Fate.

"I have taken a fancy to this wooden sword of yours. If you can give it to me, not only can you avoid a battle, but you can also save your own life." He said this very calmly, wearing a face made of fate. However, it is different from the infinite conceit of Chariot and Snake, but it seems that the chances of victory are really at hand.

"Snake and Chariot are all dead in my hands, are you confident that you can beat me?" Odd Zhuo looked at him,

This envoy of fate is the same as the chariot, his aura is pure and has not been invaded by ethereal spirits.

However, with the experience of fighting chariots, Zhuo Yi was also wary of those magic weapons that fate might offer.

The Foundation people are a bunch of lunatics.

God knows if fate has injected Void Spirit into his magic weapon.

"Don't worry, I'm not the same as a lowly person like Chariot. I have real skills." The envoy of fate took a step forward at this moment.

Then he sacrificed his weapon, which was an emerald green bamboo, the head of which was sharpened like a sharp blade.

Under the dim light, the whole body exudes a brilliance like amber glass.

Zhuo Yi instantly raised his vigilance.

From the avenue to the simplicity.

The simpler the weapon looks, the more powerful it may be.

Isn't the mahogany sword in his hand such an existence?

"Do you know the Sword of Destiny, Director General Zhuo?" At this moment, the envoy of Fate raised his head and looked at Zhuo Yi: "I have a feeling that the Sword of Destiny in my hand and the mahogany sword in your hand may be different. from the same place."

As soon as the words fell, he disappeared out of thin air.

In a flash, he suddenly appeared behind Zhuo Yi!

"The reaction is slow, Director Zhuo, but you were stabbed by me, this is also fate."

As soon as the words fell, the bamboo sword pierced through the sword energy wrapped around Zhuo Yi's body, and stabbed towards his kidneys!

A feeling of foreign body invasion came from behind, and blood dripped down the pierced bamboo tip.

"It can actually pierce Master Jingke's sword energy..."

Odd Zhuo was secretly shocked, he gritted his teeth and pulled his body away.

"No, it's not piercing, it's ignoring."

At this time, Jing Ke's voice sounded from Zhuo Yi's body.

"Ignore sword energy? What the hell is this..."

Hearing Jing Ke's words, Zhuo Yi was even more surprised.

Jing Ke's voice was calm: "It's okay, I fit with the white sheath, and I can hang and beat."