Chapter 1250 1249 There Is a Limit in Front of Me. This Sentence Is a Sure-Fire FLAG.

Mo Cheng didn't expect to solve everything with just two skills: [Reflection] and [Scorching Sun].

These two skills are only used to delay time, allowing the Conferred God Platform to fly further and make changes.

As it gradually moved away from the earth and even flew out of the solar system, the appearance of the Conferred God Platform began to change. Countless mysterious runes lit up on the Conferred God Platform, and at the same time, its own shape began to change.

When the chasing losers and wanderers approached, what appeared in front of them was a high tower. Pallas and the list of gods were at the top of the tower.

Anyone can see that the runes on the outer wall of the tower form a strong protective force. Even if someone dares to rush to the top of the tower against possible attacks, no one dares to do that.

Because of one person and one sword.

In front of the gate of the tower, Mo Cheng sat cross-legged with his eyes closed. In front of him, the blood thorn of the sword of blasphemy was stuck on the ground.

Just sitting there, the invisible pressure of the sword made it difficult to breathe, as if something was weighing heavily on his heart.

Although there was no movement at all, the weapons worn by many powerful men could not help but groan, and some even fell to the ground as if they were kneeling before Mo Cheng.

All soldiers surrender!

"Thousands of swords surrender, the Saint of Swords."

A Japanese swordsman with a ponytail tried his best to control the sword in his hand to avoid the dilemma of surrendering the sword to the enemy. "It is basically certain that the opponent is neither Hong Xiuquan nor Jiang Ziya."

No matter who it is, no one has ever heard that they have the realm of being called saints with the sword, let alone the momentum of guarding the gate with only one person's sword.

Everyone clearly understood that if they did not defeat the enemies in front of them, it would be impossible to get through the gate and approach the Gods List.

At this moment, Mo Cheng slowly opened his eyes and stood up, his back straight, his whole body like a peerless sword soaring into the sky.

The blood spines kept emitting sword chants, seemingly echoing the master's sword intention.

With a wave of the long sword, a mark appeared on the ground in front of everyone, its meaning self-evident.

"In front of me is the limit; behind me there are no invading enemies."

It's a wild talk, but it's a fact. The sword's intention is soaring into the sky, and the proud swordsman wants to fight all the heroes in the world by himself.

"Do you want to stop us alone?"

The blood thorn has no scabbard and is actually a ferocious weapon. With Mo Cheng's ferocious weapon in hand, he wears an orange and blue mask that hides strange beasts. Origin and inheritance coexist, and the relics of the sword's heart cover the surface, immediately forming the realm of the sword.

Or should we call it - Sword World!

"The line between life and death is difficult for ghosts and gods to cross!"

As soon as Mo Cheng's blood thorn came out, his sword energy swept across the world, and the hell in the center of the sword suddenly opened, transforming into a devouring beast that came through the air to kill.

Wherever the sword points, it is difficult for the strong to cross the line of life and death.

But the enemy is far from mediocre, but a strong man who has left a name in the world. How could such a strong man admit defeat so easily.

Immediately, the gods shook the heaven and the earth, the stars chased the sun and the moon, the waterfalls in the sky turned into yin and yang, and the hell in the sword heart was pierced and annihilated in an instant, and a hole was torn out in the sword world.

The giant sword that shook the world struck straight at him with unparalleled force. Mo Cheng raised his blood spines to block, only to find that the opponent's strength was astonishing.

"Ha, you want to compete in strength?"

"I'll help you!"

【Power of God】!

In an instant, his arrogance was unleashed, and Mo Cheng used his divine power to forcefully push back the giant sword. At this moment, dozens of strong men attacked Mo Cheng's vital points.

Throat, heart, brain, eyes, back of brain...

The weapon broke out of the body, and with a twist, Mo Cheng's internal organs were shattered. Several blades cut Mo Cheng's body into pieces and were destroyed.

Qi missed a move and ended up dead, but for some reason, Mo Cheng, who was already defeated, was... laughing.

Then they discovered that Mo Cheng's body transformed from flesh into a ray of green light, and the most sinister and evil aura rushed towards his face, and the endless wails of evil spirits from the deepest part of the Eighteen Hells seemed to ring in their ears.

Mo Cheng's death is not the end, on the contrary, what he wants is for the enemy to approach and close the distance with him to an unavoidable point.

At this time, Mo Cheng, who was half alive and half dead, was in a state of mind like a dead tree, and his sword energy soared to the sky, forming a sword energy barrier.

Within the sword energy barrier, everything was forcibly stopped.

Molecular motion, atomic motion, and even superstring vibration all return to zero.

The only one who can move freely is Mo Cheng, who exists in the world with a glorious immortal body.

Then Mo Cheng put his sword behind him, soared into the air, and stood in the air, with huge sword wings composed of sword energy appearing behind him.

This is exactly the skill of the Sword Master that was stolen from the sword head in the sword world - the Tribulation of the Ten Thousand Gods!

Suddenly, the sword's ultimate intention was fast, accurate, and concentrated, and the space instantly solidified, everything was still.

Twenty-three swords!

Tribulation of all gods!

Two sword master moves were launched at the same time. One stopped time and the other solidified space. The two ultimate sword intentions of time and space were used simultaneously in Mo Cheng's hands.

Silent, breathless.

The collision of time and space exploded with infinite force, and everything between the sword energy was destroyed.

Only a moment passed in the senses of the losers and wanderers, but in just that moment, it was the dividing line between victory and defeat, and even more so, the line between life and death.

Using his own life as bait, Mo Cheng's Sword Master wiped out nearly one-fifth of the enemies.

But such a result was full of regret in his eyes, "It's a pity that I couldn't combine the two moves into one, otherwise you will all die."

The slight vibration caused by the sound was like a chain reaction. The swordsmen who inserted their swords into Mo Cheng's body were shattered one after another, piece by piece, and finally turned into fly ash without leaving any trace.

As the swordsmen closest to Mo Cheng, they naturally withstood the greatest power of the two sword masters' moves. Not only did they themselves turn into fly ash, but their weapons also dissipated.

At this time, the time for the radiant immortal body that Mo Cheng transformed into was also up, and he could only turn into a ball of light with regret and fly to the inside of the tower.

At the cost of nearly one-fifth of the casualties, the road to the gate was clear.

But the remaining losers and wanderers frowned and looked at the tower. They knew one thing very well, that is, Mo Cheng would not die so easily.

For someone who can manipulate the summoning system, according to the guesses of the losers, if he wants to stop or kill the opponent, he will have to pay at least one-third of his life.

It is so easy to die. There is no need to think about it. There must be fraud in it.

"Are those left on earth ready?"

"The remaining losers who stayed on the earth have built altars and workshops and performed rituals to interfere here, but the message they sent is for us to break into the tower as much as possible, the closer to the top, the better."

The losers each have their own division of labor. The losers on the earth are not good at fighting. They directly construct formations and rituals to interfere with the list of gods from a distance.

Those who were good at fighting broke into the tower and killed Mo Cheng and Pallas.

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