Chapter 1446 The Peak of the Holy War
Destiny has been destroyed, there is no one to be king!
Under countless pairs of unbelievable gazes, Wuxiang Emperorblade's weapon soul was like a terrible nightmare from the dark hell, directly dragging the Destiny Sword into the abyss of eternal calamity.
It was at the moment when the peerless edge of the Destiny Sword faded away quietly.
The Wuxiang Emperor's Blade nailed to Mang Yuantu's body suddenly sent out an extremely violent fluctuation of power.
"bass……"
The strong sound of sword chanting stirred the sky, and a series of dense dark lights bloomed in the sky.
The invisible stern aura can be described as cutting down the heavens and the earth, exuding a terrifying power that makes everyone in the audience tremble.
Everyone's face changed drastically.
Feeling the unrivaled edge of the Wuxiang Emperor's Blade that constantly breaks through the original boundaries and sharply rises and strengthens, everyone is sincerely amazed.
Shocking scenes, wave after wave, one after another.
Mang Yuantu, the undefeated god of war, was trembling all over his body. He didn't even have the strength to hate and roar. Blood continued to flow from his chest and mouth, and he lost his life energy as well.
lost!
Lost completely!
Ji Liang, the priest who fell down in the ruins of rocks below, and Chi Qianling, the god of war Xingshu, looked up feebly at Man Yuantu, who had no strength left to resist. Both of them fell into the endless abyss of despair.
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Killing people is nothing more than nodding their heads, so why kill people's desires.
This battle!
How many people were killed.
How many hearts have been broken!
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"Zhonglu..." Tang Bufan, the emperor who killed Mo, sighed deeply. He looked at the bloody jihad arena, and then at the young figure standing on the top of the arena. He shook his head. ,self-mumbling.
"I'm afraid it's going to change!"
Zhonglu, I'm afraid things will change.
The wind is surging, and today's battle will definitely cause a sensation in Kyushu.
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"kill!"
"boom!"
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The one-sided killing is still going on.
The blunt edge of the knife is exhausted, and the hands and feet are numb.
But the crazy revenge originated from Wu Zong did not stop because of the enemy's defeat.
This is the pain of giving it back.
It is the despair of returning.
If it was the other way around, the other party would not show any mercy.
In the God of War Palace, many masters of the Thunder Saint Clan fell quickly.
The arrogance and domineering that was once endowed to them disappeared completely at this moment.
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As for the participants of the alliance of ordinary sect forces, they were directly defeated and completely exploded.
No matter how they begged for mercy, Wu Zong didn't show any mercy.
"Don't, don't kill me... Please, we know we were wrong."
A disciple of the Demon Sect knelt in front of Wang Li, terrified to the extreme.
However, Wang Li said calmly, "If you do something wrong, you should pay the price..."
"hiss!"
A rain of blood danced, the begging for mercy stopped abruptly, and a helpless body fell into a pool of blood.
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On the battlefield, there is only victory or defeat, no mercy.
This is a choice they made before.
Obviously there is no grievance involved at all, but when Wu Zong was in a desperate situation, he participated in it and made trouble... Such a person is not worthy of forgiveness at all.
"kill!"
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The killing continued, and the party called "ants" showed a bloodthirsty side.
Looking at the disciples of the God of War Palace who fell one after another, the priest Ji Liang, the God of War, gritted his teeth, wanting to get up from the ruins.
However, in the next moment, the air flow rhythmically, and a young figure exuding a powerful monster aura appeared in front of him impressively.
Ji Liang raised his head, under the dazzling light, the outline of the other's face was so hard to look up.
"As a respect for you... I will send you on the road with my own hands..."
The faint voice expressed calmness, and the tower-shaped pagoda epee swayed like a flame.
At this moment, Ji Liang had no choice to struggle.
The moment Mang Yuantu was defeated, the fate of today's God of War Palace was already doomed.
Ji Liang's lips trembled slightly, and he whispered, "Hope is your strongest blow."
"Will do!"
After the other party said, Ji Liang resigned to his fate and closed his eyes.
"Boom..."
In the next moment, a pillar of violent torrent that shook the sky and the earth directly broke through the sky.
The destructive shock wave that stirred up mountains and rivers was like a ten thousand year old volcano that erupted in an instant.
In an instant, the entire jihad platform ceased to exist in an instant.
However, what also disappeared without a trace was the breath and figure of the priest Ji Liang, the god of war.
Under the whistling wind and dust, only the young figure holding the Buddha Demon Sword and exuding a sinister aura remained in the ruins that exploded rapidly.
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Lie Shengyuan, Situ Hanye, Ji Tao, Wei Yan and other top-notch geniuses couldn't help feeling an indescribable pity and desolation in their hearts.
Ranked fourth on the Billboard.
Priest God of War, Ji Liang.
fall!
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At the same time, Chiqianling, the Xingshu god of war, was already shrouded in a dazzling golden brilliance.
In front of her was Qiao Xiaowan, the six-winged ancestor butterfly with the same solemn face.
After all, he is the top evil genius on the Billboard.
Even if defeated!
It does not insult its dignity.
The intertwined golden radiance stirred the domineering cyclone flow, and Chiqian Ling, who was in it, closed his eyes in despair.
"It won't just end like this...hahahahahaha..."
Chiqianling let out a laugh that was almost insane.
Then the majestic golden influx was like a burning divine flame, directly engulfing it and submerging it.
Ranked eleventh on the Billboard.
Xingshu God of War, Chiqianling!
fall!
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As for He Lianqi, the god of execution, he was still breathless.
The huge sharp icicle that slanted through the platform of Jihad penetrated deeply into the depths of the platform.
He Lianqi, dead or alive?
Not many people care.
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Jihad call.
Battle of the Billboard.
Cast with blood, piled up with human life.
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One after another, the heavenly wizards fell forever and disappeared here, and one after another super new stars rose strongly.
But what no one expected was that it was not the God of War Palace, not the Emperor Hong Palace, not the great saint clans, but a small Martial Ancestor that finally stood at the top of the Billboard.
Everyone's eyes revealed an indescribable depth.
Mu Feng who fused the bones of the demon emperor.
Qiao Xiaowan, the ancestor butterfly with six-winged emperor-level blood.
Long Xuanshuang, who reproduces the power inherited by the Ice Emperor.
Huangfuqing who is in charge of the soul of Zhanhuang.
There is also Shengyan Fentian, the Holy Winged Sky Flame Sparrow who supported the defeat of the entire Wuzong with his own demon power.
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All of these people are linked to that figure who dominates the audience.
Zhonglu!
It's really going to change.
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The killing gradually came to an end.
When, at the moment when the last enemy figure crashed down, what appeared in front of everyone was a blood-red world.
awful!
Terrible!
Without exception, the God of War Palace was all bloodbathed!
The Thunder Saint Clan, except for Lei Zhixin who did not participate in the battle, and Lei Xiaolan, all of them were slaughtered.
However, those sect forces who joined forces to make troubles were directly bleeding into rivers.
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The fate that appeared on Ling Yunzong reappeared again.
The behemoth-like God of War Palace finally fell on the field of Shura recruited by the holy war.
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The scene in front of them caused countless people to fall into endless silence.
What's more funny is that because of Yizhou's interception, the two sects of Xuanyang Palace and Qixiao Pavilion were unable to enter the main battlefield.
They were isolated in the peripheral area, but they escaped Wu Zong's killing by accident.
However, they didn't even dare to vent their breath.
The eyes of He Yan, Yang Xu and others were filled with deep fear.
Everyone in the two sects had their hearts in their throats, fearing that Wu Zong would cast menacing gazes.
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Fortunately.
Everyone in Wu Zong didn't seem to be pointing the butcher knife here.
The bloody battlefield world.
All the disciples of Wu Zong who were drenched in blood looked up at the blue sky.
survived!
"Hahahahaha..."
Everyone laughed.
Ke smiled and laughed, and two lines of blood and tears flowed out of his eyes unconsciously.
Jihad call.
They have suffered too much.
Also lost too much.
Although we stood at the end, many companions stayed here forever.
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"boom!"
Wu Yan knelt down on both knees, and at this moment the hand holding the saber finally let go.
It feels so good to be alive.
"Pei Ye... have you seen it? Our Wuzong is standing on the top of the Holy War..."
Pei Ye!
A name that touched everyone in Wuzong.
Qiu Xingyi, Wang Li, Chi Qianying, Zhao Qingyi, including Chu Hen, could not help but stare at the distant sky. In that distant lake at the end of the sky, an unyielding unicorn soul seemed to be roaring up to the sky.
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"Survived!"
Wu Mian had red eyes and a relaxed smile on his face.
"Wu Mian, your hand..." Xiaoyan covered her mouth with a flustered expression.
Wu Mian lowered his head and looked at his empty right arm, "It's okay, this arm will grow back slowly when my second child, Wu, enters the Holy King Realm."
"Cut, are you still at the Saint King Realm? I, Ding Xiaoyun, dare not say such things."
While talking, Ding Xiaoyun stood up with his arm on the shoulder of the wild monkey, which also lost a left leg.
"Hahahaha, I also have a dream!"
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These are all little people who are unknown to Wu Zong.
I don't even dare to think that one day I will be able to set foot on the Jihad Lingxiaotai.
Looking at their appearance at this moment, the clans of the major forces can't help but feel a little bit awakened.
For Wu Zong, being able to survive is already very good.
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At this moment, they are truly brave men standing at the top of the rankings.
Stepping on the corpses of the God of War Palace and the Thunder Saint Clan, standing above the Holy War.
"Buzz..."
At the same time, bunches of colorful lights rose from all Wuzong disciples and monsters.
For example, the light of thousands of divine rainbows soared straight into the sky, and quickly rushed towards the phantom of the sacred bird with a wingspan of thousands of feet. But the speed of the eyes is solidified.
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"Crazy!"
The Holy Winged Flame Sparrow danced in the air after returning to the entity, then spread its wings and flitted in the void, and then transformed into a slender, tall and beautiful figure in the rapidly shrinking flames.
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"Boom!"
Before everyone could recover, the abrupt mountains and rivers shook, and Jiuxiao changed color.
The two stone pillars engraved with giant dragons on the No. 1 jihad platform, and the golden-glowed sky-supporting stone pillars are ancient runes and secrets that glow with incomparable splendor.
Countless aurora circled around.
The platform in the center of the Jihad platform quickly cracked, and with the sound of rolling wind and thunder, a huge stone tablet slowly rose from the ground.
"Wow..."
The ancient majestic aura spread in all directions, a stone tablet stood on the battle platform, and on the stone tablet, there were eye-catching names lined up.
From top to bottom, no more, no less, there are fifty of them.
Looking at this scene, the top geniuses on the list couldn't help but realize something.
The four emperors in Emperor Hong Palace, Lin Yinghe from the Five Elements clan, Situ Hanye from Fengshuang City, Han Yunzong Yizhou and others all let out a deep sigh of relief.
"The Ranking of the Billboard is about to be refreshed!"