Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4659: Hold down the ages and board the Eternal God (Part 1)
Qi Ting was horrified. At this moment, he almost gave up all his thoughts and stretched his arm to block the mud tire.
"Pooh—"
The sound of the knife body entering into the flesh sounded. Under the blade of the Tai Luo Excalibur, which could be cut off by the rules of the road, Qi Ting’s entire arm was cut off at the root, and the blood of the **** with ancestral breath was spilled into the void. Among.
Eating pain and humming, Qi Ting summoned a huge Qi Lin Bao Xiang to push the sword Wushuang back in a flash.
The figure was shocked, and the severed left arm was born again. Qi Ting looked at him with hatred in his eyes.
"Oh, okay, since you are dying for death, this seat will send you into samsara today!"
The next moment, the cover of the sky and the Qilin treasure will be transformed into a flowing star.
Ki Ting is standing on the spot, absorbing the magical power of Qi Lin’s treasure, and at the same time, the countless meteors are like a rain curtain, wrapping him in it.
Every tiny fire star turns into a scale, dotted on Qiting's body.
Melting stone into armor and turning flame into robe.
The Avenue is blessed as much as possible, just like the first generation of King Kirin, shocked.
Raising his hand and throwing it in his feet, the power of the sun will burn the void into the deep marks of the road.
Qi Ting is surrounded by flowing flames, and in his hand a mass of flames condenses in his hand, slamming into Jian Wushuang.
His eyes were fixed, and he was not afraid. He lifted the Tarot sword in his hand and stepped forward.
A pale cyan invisible barrier rises from the body of Sword Warrior, and the two collide, bursting out with a dazzling horror!
Like a huge rain of fire, all the supremes of the Shrine of Life are displaying magical powers, sheltering the 150,000 supremes who have been weakened to a certain extent.
"Thanks for the timely assistance of the Shrine of Life, or I am afraid that all of them will be folded here today." Looking at Xuebo Supreme and others, Feng Qi felt terrified.
Blood Sovereign nodded with a smile, "Thank you also thanks to the Master Wushuang Palace. If it was not for him to decide to set off immediately, I am afraid it will take us several decades to get the news."
I don’t know if it was too heavy or other reasons. Feng Qi faced a blush, and then whispered in a voice that only one person can hear. "He and I naturally have to thank him alone."
On top of the broken void, the three ancestral ancestors engaged in battle, and even the farther stars were torn apart.
Jian Wushuang used one pair of two, but he didn't fall down at all. Every time he made a sword, he could plow down a deep gully on the flame melting armor of Qi Ting's body.
And the mud tire that looks exactly like Qi Ting looks like a ghost. Every time he shoots, he carries countless sorrows and wailings, which sounds strangely infiltrating.
One light and one dark, gradually began to wrap the sword Wushuang wrapped.
A type of power realm floats above the void, and the magnificent divine power shines on the world.
This is the first ancestral technique to be performed since Jian Wushuang became an ancestor. A fingertip shines through the sky, and the cover falls down.
A blow far beyond all previous perceptions, Qiting's gaze suddenly fixed, almost subconsciously retreating quickly.
However, the mud tire did not react at all, and instead raised his palm in preparation for the blow.
"No!"
The Qiting, who was retreating quickly, saw it almost madly and rushed back. Regardless of the arrival of the finger of the sky, he directly reached out and pushed the mud tire out.
"Boom!"
One finger is shining, and even the void is easily destroyed in it. The Qiting, who is a giant unicorn, roared, and his two arms hugged the fingertips directly, fighting wildly.
All monks are watching this shocking scene of ancestral duel.
On the broken void, it seems that ten thousand rounds of the sun have risen, and the extreme day has engulfed and covered together.
Under this extreme daylight, even the strongest ancestors cannot look directly.
The time seems to be stagnant, and the pole day is eternal.
In that shining day, the Tarot Excalibur slowly squeezed away, and the sword Wushuang stood in the same place without any waves, as if everything that happened next was within his expectation.
The polar day created by the martyrdom disperses, and the void is broken even worse.
In the most broken center, sitting on knees, a miserable figure.
The power of one body to the sun has dispersed, and the original huge body like a demon **** has now returned to its original state.
The flame armor is also broken, and the ancestral **** body also hurt the origin during the blocking process.
The blood of the gods flows from every pore of Qi Ting like a blood man.
Jian Wushuang slowly came to him, not worrying that he would attack.
A big mouthful of blood was spitting out of the mouth, and Qi Ting’s pupil with an indestructible source stared at Jian Wushuang, "I really didn’t expect that it would be less than three hundred years, and you grew up like this At the terrible level, even if I slough out of a mud tire, I can’t be as good as you?”
Jian Wushuang's eyes are as thick as water, suppressing anger, "You have been promoted to the ancestor level, and it is the Eternal God of the entire divine power universe. Why do you have to brutally kill nearly ten million monks?"
"They?" Qi Ting chuckled, "It's just a group of ants, let them melt into me, is a kind of sublimation to them."
"Sword Wushuang, your growth is far beyond my imagination. As long as you let me go, I will tell you a big secret. Are you willing to waste the endless years and guard here?" Qi Ting struggled to get up, eyes full of desire to live.
Jian Wushuang no longer spoke, but pointed a finger at him.
In an instant, the rule of the avenue is broken, and the divine power is forcibly drawn from the body of Qiting. The luck belonging to the ancestor level is returned to the universe at this moment.
And the pure ancestral origin, which contained countless avenues, was also removed by Jian Wushuang.
Ki Ting's rickety rise, the rare clearness in her mad eyes.
"Sword Wushuang, if one day you want to find that illusory realm, you will certainly repeat my mistakes."
"By then, I am looking forward to seeing your choice."
After saying this sentence, Qi Ting’s **** body shattered and turned into countless ancient stars, scattered in nine days and ten places.
After three hundred years at the position of the Eternal God, the Qiting, which lured nearly ten million monks of the divine power universe, broke into Luodu, and eventually fell to the hands of Jian Wushuang.
The bad results created by Qiting are even worse than the virtual universe.
The last fire of nearly ten million divine power universes was all baited out by him.
The divine universe has already reached the edge of collapse and barrenness.
Even after killing Qiting, it is difficult to counteract the evils he created.
Jian Wushuang is difficult to understand. How could the Qiting, who was originally easy-going and generous, become this look.
At this moment, the Qiting mud tire, who was also hit by the extreme sun and was seriously injured, slowly got up and took a deep look at Jian Wushuang before turning into a black light, which was scattered directly in the stars .
Because its speed is so fast, it disappeared completely when no one came back.