Immortal Martial God Chapter 1285: The Battle of the Altar (End)
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Chapter 1285 The Battle of the Altar (End)
"The battle is almost over." Elder Mo Ling sighed and said: "There are only two key factors that determine the outcome of a fight."
"Strength, and skill."
"Strength is the level of martial arts, physical strength, strength, speed, strength of qi, and speed of qi release."
"The skills include combat experience, combat awareness, on-the-spot reaction, and the spirit of being undaunted to death."
"In terms of strength, the martial arts and martial arts performed by the Bai family's sacrifices are all intermediate-level Xuanpin. The pill that they have eaten, their physical fitness, and all the combat teaching they have learned are all higher than Xiang Nan. ."
The old man Mo Ling rubbed his chin, and said: "But Xiang Nan has completely defeated all the Bai family sacrifices in terms of skills! He has completely used the advantages of skills in exchange for his current achievements."
Xiang Nan's most powerful martial skill is nothing but the Xuanpin's first-level martial arts, Shaking the Heavenly Sword, but the Bai Family's sacrifices are all Xuanpin's middle-level martial arts! Not only martial arts, but also combat techniques!
"You should know what the strength of the master of the Tianzi generation is." Old Mo Ling said to the foreign elder: "An ordinary Tianzi generation warrior should have the most basic quality. Realm enemies, we must kill all 100 enemies within one minute!"
"A leader in the Tianzi generation must kill a hundred enemies of the same realm within 30 seconds."
"I know this." The foreign elder nodded: "But now, Xiang Nan has used his own power to fight the 20 best generations of Tianzi, and even kill one person. In contrast, this Xiang Nan Ye has a well-deserved reputation."
It's just that Xiang Nan is not immortal after all, he also has limits.
No matter how tough a man is, he can't do it. He has been beaten so many punches and stabbed so many swords, but he is still as fierce as ever.
Xiang Nan at this time has reached the end of the force.
After killing a sacrifice, Xiang Nan's combat state also dropped to a freezing point.
He is congested all over, like a ghost crawling out of a pool of blood, almost no part of his body is intact as before.
He is holding a giant knife, crouching, panting and coughing up blood.
The nineteen sacrifices were also exhausted, and one by one took a short rest, preparing for the next round of siege.
Ke Xiang Nan, he will not give them any chance to breathe, even if he himself needs even a second of rest, he needs it more than the priests!
At this moment, a second sun appeared in the sky.
The sun, shine in the sky! Shining out thousands of golden light, illuminating the entire Bai family territory.
"Quenyang!!"
With Xiang Nan's roar, the sun in the sky fell!
The terrifying sun phantom fell directly into Xiang Nan's body!
Not a ray of sunshine, but the whole sun!
Sun magic, Tianyang, the first!
Boom! !
At that moment, Xiang Nan became the son of the sun!
"Finally, I still can't hold on." Old Mo Ling sighed, his face full of bitterness.
He is not afraid of Xiang Nan's death. Even if there is only Xiang Nan's corpse, he can take the corpse away and continue to look for ways to extract dragon blood from the corpse.
But he doesn't know what he is worrying about, is it reluctant to give up?
Mo Ling had seen the mantra of the Sun Divine Art. He knew very well that this was a super-high-explosive technique, but the eruption time was also very short. Once the eruption passed, a long period of weakness followed.
"It's..." Bai Lingquan took two steps back suddenly, and he also saw Xiang Nan's super explosion!
The nineteen sacrifices were all pale, and they couldn't believe what they saw before them.
A moment ago, that Nan Mingming was dying, and he was about to die! But at this time, he showed such an amazing aura again!
Xiang Nan moved! His hair is fluttering, and every hair is woven like sunshine! His eyes shine like two small suns! His whole person became a person of light, as if the sun was shaped into a human form.
Boom!
With a blast, Xiang Nan moved like a rabbit, rushed like thunder, and violent like lightning!
He's fast! The knife in his hand is faster!
Using the sun's magic power, the speed of the second light cut is still half the speed of light, but the power of the sword light has skyrocketed several times!
A big light flashed out, and the two sacrifices were caught off guard and were cut in half on the spot!
Xiang Nan rushed up, grabbing a priest by the neck, and then slammed his head down, smashing the priest's head directly!
While he smashed the sacrificial head with his head, he turned around with another stab, a second shot!
The five sacrifices behind them fled in a hurry, but three of them couldn't escape. Two of them were cut at the waist, and one of them had their legs cut off!
Bai Wudao was shocked, and roared: "The supreme body, the second!"
Bai Wudao has become a silver metal man!
Xiang Nan's sword light attacked, and it smashed into Bai Wudao's stomach, and the sword light was actually embedded in it! And it's still cutting inside!
"Taking his sword!" The other two priests rushed up at the same time, grabbing Xiang Nan's arms from the left and right, and the third person chased him and snatched Xiang Nan's giant sword.
And Xiang Nan touched his arms and blasted the two sacrifices together, and followed his legs like light!
A whip kick at the speed of light! Simultaneously blast the heads of the two sacrificials, and blow up the skulls and brains!
And Xiang Nan's left leg was scrapped as a result, his leg bone was completely broken, and the whole calf was bent down from the middle.
But he didn't stop at all, his whole body leaped vertically, and flew horizontally in the air, a speed of light pierced his heart and legs, kicking on the chest of a sacrificial saber! From this leg, a beam of dazzling light burst out!
The piercing thighs penetrated the chest of the first priest, shot through the back, penetrated the chest of the second priest, penetrated from behind, and then penetrated the chest of the first priest. The belly of the three priests pierced the arm of the fourth priest!
Kill eight people in a row!
In an instant, Xiang Nan powerfully killed eight top masters of the Tianzi generation!
From the beginning of the battle to the present, nine of the twenty sacrifices were killed by Xiang Nan!
The other eleven, and several were seriously injured and disabled!
The Bai Wudao resisted the second light cut, and just broke out, and saw Xiang Nan rushing towards him.
Bai Wudao's eyes are gray, and my heart is dead.
The whole audience was quiet, deathly quiet, everyone stopped breathing, staring at each other, not knowing what expressions and words to use to describe their shock at this moment.
However, when Xiang Nan was halfway through the charge, he suddenly fell to the ground and rolled over a dozen times before reaching the feet of Bai Wudao.
Exhausted, after all, exhausted.
When Xiang Nan quenched the sun, he was already almost exhausted. This kind of dying explosion was much shorter than that of the heyday.
After everyone stayed for a while, the remaining eleven sacrifices rushed up with red eyes, punched and kicked Xiang Nan, beating him severely.
They smashed Xiang Nan, kicked, bumped, bounced off the ground, smashed down, whirled, and crashed to the ground!
With a heavy punch, he slammed Xiang Nan's waist in a vented manner, almost folding Xiang Nan's whole body in half.
They can smash Xiang Nan with a single sword, but they don't. Instead, they use their fists to vent, trying to pour out all the resentment in their hearts, leaving no room for them.
Looking at Xiang Nan's tragic situation, the heart-like black bamboo also lowered his head silently.
The old man Mo Ling trembled in his heart, as if that fist hit Xiang Nan with his foot, and it touched his heart every time.
But, an amazing scene happened.
Under such indiscriminate bombardment, Xiang Nan still raised his head stubbornly, and shouted to the old man Mo Ling with the last trace of anger, neither humble nor overbearing, and in a voice that refused to yield.
"The grace of preaching is nothing in return! After I die, take my corpse away, but I hope you can achieve your dream one day and refine the dragon blood from my body."
"Mo Ling, goodbye."