1110 Sword of Death
Wrapped with the power of life, flesh and blood regenerated, soul repaired. In just a short time, the original Wushang's body emerged from nothing, and stood a hundred feet away.
Unscathed, only slightly weaker. After all, Jing experienced the catastrophe when his body was shattered and his soul was almost wiped out. Even if he recovers at this time, he will inevitably suffer some injuries.
At this time, Yuan Wushang was laughing loudly: "Zong Shou, I, Yuan Wushang, did not misunderstand! Is this a magic technique or a divine treasure? It's amazing! Even a thirteenth-class supernatural power, a top-grade artifact, It's just that—"
At that moment just now, he almost thought that Zong Shou was going to sit and watch him die in the hands of Chi Hongyi.
Several times I wanted to end the technique of silent spirit, and escaped first. But he persisted until the end, until he couldn't resist anymore and was crushed by Chi Hongyi's finger.
I have always firmly believed that Zong Shou will not give up his companion easily, and there must be a way to save him from desperation.
The final result is exactly the same!
He was in a happy mood, not because he was resurrected from death. More for myself, I can have a brother and friend who will treat me wholeheartedly.
And Zong Shou has all kinds of trump cards in his hand, so why worry about winning this battle?
The scarlet red clothes were worn a few times, but his complexion was extremely ugly! In this world, is there such a technique?
If it is an artifact, it must be a first-class divine treasure! If it is a elixir, it must be the top elixir!
They can't be killed, they can't be killed, they almost have the strength of the holy realm, so what's the use at this time?
The minds of those 'comfortable gods and demons' were already shaking slightly, and for the first time they had the intention to retreat.
In this battle, they suffered the least damage. If things have failed, then retreating in time is the best policy!
And Han Qing's mood fell from the clouds to the abyss.
Suddenly, I understood why all sects and sects were so afraid when they learned that Lin Xuanshuang had stepped into the Supreme Realm.
Even if Xiuguan had already left the cloud realm at this time, the saints of the three religions of Taoism, Confucianism, and demons still did not dare to act rashly.
"Don't be too happy, this is life and death epiphyllum. It takes three years to save up for one use. I have a total of three here-"
Zong Shou still answered in a calm tone, but Chi Hongyi's eyes burst out with a jingle again.
Although I don't know why Zong Shou blew himself up, but after thinking about it carefully, this is reasonable.
It can make people who are close to the divine realm, whose soul and body are on the verge of shattering, recover to their original state in the blink of an eye one hundredth of the time.
Can be used unlimitedly, unlimitedly. Such artifacts might exist, but they would never be in Zong Shou's hands.
If it is a magic technique, even Lin Xuanshuang's Yuansheng Spiritual Breath Jue will definitely be difficult to do it!
If you can't completely kill it once, then the second time, and the third time! If you don't believe in Zongshou, you will be able to bring Yuan Wushen back to life for the third and fourth times without limitation.
The hurricane raged again, Chi Hongyi dodged again, moved to Yuan Wushang's side again, and was about to make another move.
The bloody saber light slashed again. This time, the power contained in the knife is also the power of the spiral.
A small half of the surrounding hurricane eye was taken away by Su Chuxue and controlled in turn.
And the sword shadow also penetrated through these flaws logically, broke through the wind wall, and slashed his throat!
Chi Hongyi let out a cold snort, flicked the sleeve of his robe, and slapped it on the Blood Moon Knife. The sleeves shattered and turned into countless fragments flying around. And Chuxue coughed up blood again, and was forcibly sent flying tens of thousands of feet by that monstrous force, crashing into the mud, this time the injury was much lighter than the previous time. After getting used to Chi Hongyi's supernatural power of spinning force, and then using the Blood Moon Knife to borrow power to echo the spiral, he finally had some ability to resist.
And in just this moment, Yuan Wushang once again spread layers upon layers of captives in front of him. He even protected himself firmly with two middle-grade immortal treasures.
"Hey! It's just futile, you're just a fairyland pinnacle, I don't think you can last half a breath—"
Breaking in with one finger again, all the talismans were broken, but Chi Hongyi's mind froze suddenly, and his chest throbbed endlessly. Turning back suddenly, he looked in Zong Shou's direction again.
So deadly?
That's right, since it is called Life and Death Epiphyllum, then there is life and there is death - why is the feeling at this time so ominous? so dangerous?
Zong Shou was waiting quietly. When the last petal of the epiphyllum of life and death withered completely, it was the third breath of the epiphyllum blooming, and the power of death contained in it was fully released. It made his whole body dead, and accumulated to an extreme.
Zong Shou's three thousand strands of hair turned pale in an instant. The arm muscles withered, while the blood on the face faded away. The enchantment of the demon fox clan still exists, but it is mixed with the breath of death, showing a kind of bewitching beauty, and the temperament is even more evil and unique.
Frowning slantingly, Zong Shou's sword in Zong Shou's hand shook slightly. When the sound of sword chanting resounded in all directions, a huge yin door opened behind him. Countless cold air flows smoothly.
The Nine Netherworld River, let me die!
This is the sword of Styx's death!
The figure walks through and drifts through the void, like a ghost or a phantom.
Follow the great river of dark power and walk forward. All the places it passed by turned into gray and white, under the shadow force. All life, nothingness, is dying, coming to an end.
And the sword that had been dyed pale by the power of death pointed at the two Venerable Night Demons in front who hadn't recovered from the previous sword.
At this moment, that red robe was terrified!
"Supreme Sword Art? How is it possible?"
The thirteenth level of superior swordsmanship, not to mention the cloud world, even this world, will never exceed the number of five fingers!
It is said that they are all passed down from the previous domain. And most of them have disappeared in millions of years, and the inheritance has been cut off!
In this world, how could such a supernatural sword art appear out of thin air!
In this world, all the spiritual methods, all the supernatural powers, all the martial arts skills, and all the sword formulas.
Just step over the harmless level, and you can ignore the rank directly! Ignore the realm of cultivation, the level of strength!
Even an ordinary person with no cultivation base, as long as he can comprehend it, even the supreme saint can be hurt!
It's just the size of the injury and the difference in severity.
No longer in the mood to pay attention to Yuan Wushang in front of him, Chi Hongyi fully sensed it.
After a while, he let out a sigh of relief. It's not the supreme, but it's still the twelfth level of world destruction-the law that hasn't transcended this domain, but it is infinitely close to the level of the supreme level.
However, the two over there may still be unable to resist!
There are thousands of doubts in my heart, who created this sword technique, so miraculous?
Especially the transformation of life and death is even more sublime. Like the finishing touch of a dragon, a sword technique that was originally not top-notch, but borrowed the power of death for its own use, has surpassed several levels in a row!
And that Han Fang looked even more sluggish. I shuddered all over my body, trembling with fear.
If it was this sword, it was stabbing towards him. So can his great Niyao magic be reversed?
when!
A sound of gold and iron clanging interrupted everyone's thoughts.
Zong Shou's refining sword hit a giant shield. But there was no sound of vigor and vibration, and no impact of gang force. That huge purple shield was instantly covered by paleness.
Then, under the inconceivable eyes of the crowd, the entire shield turned into flying ash and scattered.
Refining the Divine Sword continued to pass through without any hindrance, and the sword path was extremely simple with one sip of the sword. It feels like a torrent sweeping away, like a river of death!
The night demon venerable who held the shield to resist, also without any suspense, his body instantly melted into sand, and silently collapsed, falling to the ground with dust.
Zong Shou's figure flitted past strangely. Lian Shenjian continued to move forward, pointing at the second person.
The simple gesture of the sword makes people feel that there is no way to avoid it, and there is no way to escape.
The last Venerable Night Demon uttered a desperate cry.
With the double swords sacrificed, all the life essence is burning. Going forward in an instant, slashing out thousands of sword lights. Weaving countless dangerous lights and shadows, completely sealing off the Baizhang area.
Immediately after, there was another soft sound of 'dang'. The bloody sabers in both mouths rotted and killed in an instant.
And that pale sword light directly pierced his chest and abdomen.
It may be that the power of death has finally been exhausted and began to decline. This person did not turn into dust immediately, but slowly aged and died. All flesh and blood lost their vitality little by little.
The whole process lasted for three breaths, but it felt even more terrifying.
In less than a hundred breaths, the three holy rank venerables of the Night Demon Clan were all buried under Zong Shou's sword.
Although it is due to the superimposition of various reasons, the scene in front of him also makes the remaining five organs in the heart shrink involuntarily.
If the fight continues, I'm afraid that among the five of them, none of them will be able to leave alive.
Chi Hongyi gave up directly and killed Yuan Wushang again!
Three Life and Death Epiphyllum! In other words, there are two more swords of death that are infinitely close to the highest level like just now!
Suddenly, Chi Hongyi understood. The reason why Zong Shou exposed his shortcomings was not really to remind them, but just to deter them!
But even knowing this, he has no other choice at this time!
"Back quickly!"
With an angry snort, Chi Hongyi decisively withdrew and flew away. As soon as he took the mana directly, he caught Han Qing and fled away in a hurry.
As for those Zizai gods and demons, there was no need for him to remind them, they were already flying away immediately.
Shen Yuexuan showed a smile again, and there was a huge golden net in his sleeve, which was thrown out, and when it opened, it covered tens of thousands of feet.
Fortunately, several real power collisions here hollowed out the mountain. There is plenty of room for those gold meshes to stretch out.
But that net is not real silk thread. Rather, it is something similar to the qi of the early death, which is fast and comes first, covering the five entrances from afar.
Chi Hongyi frowned again, and looked behind him in surprise. Not only because of this golden net, but also because of Zong Shou's sword, which locked him.
A trace of force of cause and effect, which has not yet been seen, but cannot be underestimated, lingers on the sword.
The scarlet red clothes finally gritted its teeth violently, and the black and brown in the sky exploded that day.
The same horn raised slightly, then shook his head again: