Chapter 934: Jian Wu, Sword Dao

The God of Soul is extremely confident at this moment. He believes that as long as he persists until the end, he will win!

After all, how long can such a weird formation last with Cao Xiaochun's current strength?

Hearing this, Cao Xiaochun's face was solemn. Indeed, although Nuwa's damage was tyrannical, the God of Souls was endowed by the Great Dao with the characteristic that as long as the soul still exists in the world, it will not perish. Therefore, even if Nuwa demolishes him now. Yeah, that's meaningless.

Now that he is the center of the Nine Hells' World-Destroying Formation, he cannot move around at all. Even if he wants to seal it, it will be difficult.

"If there is really no other way, we can only change time and space and go back to the moment when the bronze coffin was destroyed."

Cao Xiaochun's face was solemn. He had one last trump card, which was to use the Spring Autumn Cicada to reverse time and space and return to before the God of Souls broke the seal.

But although Spring Autumn Cicada is tyrannical, in order to reverse the time and space of the God of Order, he still needs to accurately locate a certain point in time. To be honest, he himself is not sure. After all, these things represent the source of a certain law.

"You tough guy, if I can't kill you, then I will dismantle you and put you into spiritual treasures. Then, I'll see how you jump!"

Hearing the words of the God of Souls, Nuwa felt the three corpse gods on her forehead beating violently. She was also one of the saints of heaven in the past. Now, even if she has not recovered to her peak, can you, the God of Order, provoke you?

Breathing out a heavy breath, Nuwa looked at Cao Xiaochun, raised her hand, and inhaled gently, and saw the god-killing spear flying towards Nuwa instantly.

"Tear you down!"

Nuwa held the gun with both hands and lightly touched the gun body. She saw the vast source of life gathering at the head of the gun. With a stream of light, Nuwa flashed to the God of Souls and struck hard!

"Pfft!"

With a clear gunshot, the right arm of the God of Soul flew out directly. Seeing this, Nuwa flipped her palm, the Four Seas Vase appeared, and she put the arm directly in!

"Roar!"

The God of Soul, whose arm was cut off, let out a painful cry, but the arrogance in his eyes did not disappear!

"I told you, you can't kill me!"

The God of Soul roared up to the sky, and the soul source like a vast ocean exploded in his body. Under the bursts of black mist, a new arm grew again!

"I'll make you recover!"

Seeing this, Nuwa completely exploded, holding the God-killing Spear and slashing fiercely. For a while, her limbs were flying. Amidst the bursts of wailing, the God of Soul continued to recover, and a strange balance was formed for a while.

Cao Xiaochun looked at this scene, obviously a little helpless. He didn't expect that Nuwa actually had such a side. You know, in everyone's impression, Nuwa is the creator of the character. She should be the kind of person who is full of compassion and gentle. Only saints are right...

Just as the two sides were confronting each other, a hearty voice sounded across the sky and earth, making everyone present stunned.

"Hey, I didn't expect that this thing could be broken. The grace of Saint Nuwa is still the same as before."

A vortex suddenly appeared in the surrounding space, and Jiang Yan stood in the air with her hands behind her back.

But the strange thing is that the sword intent Jiang Yan exudes at this moment is terrifying, and the voice that comes out of that beautiful face is actually a male voice.

"I wonder which senior it is?"

When Cao Xiaochun saw this, his expression turned cold. Looking at Jiang Yan's current state, he inexplicably thought of something, that was to seize the body!

"Boy, after all, I am also the last saint of the ancient times. Do you think I would do something like seize the body of a junior?"

"I, Kenwu!"

"My swordsmanship!"

Seeing Cao Xiaochun's appearance, Jiang Yan smiled, and then explained, but when she spoke, two different voices came out.

"Two wills?"

Cao Xiaochun was a little surprised at this moment. He didn't expect that the creator of Wudao Sword Sect would actually have two wills here.

"Boy, I didn't expect that a person like you would appear in this era. If you were born in the ancient times, maybe we can become good friends."

Jian Wu's voice was extremely cheerful, and at the next moment, a slightly gloomy voice exposed him without hesitation.

"Good friend, with your narrow-mindedness, you will probably be pissed to death by other people's talents..."

No different from the sword, the swordsman seemed more calm, but the voices of both of them came from Jiang Yan's mouth, which made Cao Xiaochun feel inexplicably suspicious. After all, a beautiful woman is now as schizophrenic. Such a scene is really disturbing. comfortable.

"You two seniors are so polite..."

"This God of Souls should have completely disappeared back then. It's just that we were powerless back then. The battle with the God of Chaos had already consumed all our strength, so we could only seal it."

"It's time to put an end to this."

"Jiang Yan" shook her head and said seriously.

Hearing this, Cao Xiaochun was stunned. In fact, this so-called responsibility is not what they said. Geniuses like Jian Dao and Jian Wu who became saints in the late stages can completely stay away from these disputes if they don't want to pay attention to them, but for the sake of the creatures in the universe , they finally fought until the last moment.

Therefore, Cao Xiaochun still admired the two of them.

"If you need my place, I'm willing to help you."

Cao Xiaochun said sincerely.

"Uh-huh!"

Just when he was about to say something else, Nuwa flashed and came to the two of them, saying slowly.

"Why, are you still chatting?"

Nuwa looks unkind and is fighting now. You guys look quite relaxed?

"But you two..."

"Pity."

Nu Wa sighed calmly. She could see that Jian Wu and Jian Dao had long since fallen. What was left here was only their will.

"There is nothing to regret. We were born to face the calamity, weren't we?"

Jian Dao smiled, his tone full of freedom.

As soon as he finished speaking, he flashed in front of the Soul God. Looking at his old rival, the Soul God also put away his previous arrogance and sneered.

"You couldn't kill me back then. Now you only have two residual souls left. What can you do?"

Looking at the embarrassed look of the Soul God, Jian Dao smiled slightly.

"Indeed, the characteristics bestowed upon you by the Great Dao are really a headache, but you should not covet this Chaos Immortal Sword Formation. How can you swallow the inheritance of my Wudao Sword Sect?"

"Soul God, you are too arrogant. This sword formation was created with my own physique. With your knowledge, I think you know the meaning of the word chaos in this sword formation."

Jian Wu's voice came out, and he did not give the Soul God a chance to speak. He gently stretched out his hand and moved forward a little!

"Buzz!"

As Jian Wu's movements fell, a buzzing sound suddenly came from the sky and the earth, as if there was an energy that could cut through everything gathering between the sky and the earth!