Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4652: The death of the False God, the world is clear
The imaginary force is as silk as fog, descending from that ancient array.
As soon as this vast and weird formation came out, both the Supreme and the Void, felt that the power in their bodies had weakened to a certain level.
That is, even Sword Wushuang feels the divine power in his body and is held down by an unknown force.
The virtual force spreads out, the vast array above the virtual god's head, and countless chains emerge from his body, with a breath of destruction, scattering away in all directions.
Bazu ancestor White Ape only felt that a crisis of life and death was coming. He almost subconsciously pushed the king out of hundreds of meters.
The chain with ancestral power easily pierced through the ape of the white ape, and even with the spirit of the soul is about to die.
"Ancestor!" The overlord wants to rush over, but stop drinking more than the white ape, "Don't come here, stink boy!"
The blood in the mouth is exuding, and the white ape’s body is quickly turning into a powder. He looks overwhelmed in the eyes of the overlord.
At the end of the conversation, the white ape rushed into the army of Xu Shi at the last moment of nirvana.
"Boom!"
The magnificent martyrdom blasted a crack through the army, and the six-spotted virtual virgins fell into the accident with a little carelessness.
The Qi Ting shot, covered by the power of the Sun, barely repelled the sky-high chain.
The sword has no double-sided sinking like water, and no longer cares whether the imaginary **** has changed or not, directly condenses an invisible sword and slashes towards him.
The vast sword of ascension rises, the sword-like streamer is like the Tianhe covering the virtual god.
A loud grin resounded, and then the two giant palms that covered the sky directly separated the Jianhe River, and at the same time a huge head of a demon ancestor could not help biting the sword.
He couldn’t escape, and the whole figure was swallowed by the demon ancestor.
In sight, the endless black mist trapped his entire person in the belly like a chain. This demon ancestor's ancestors ruled by themselves, eroding Jianwushuang's divine power at a very fast speed.
The demon ancestor closed his mouth contentedly, and then lay prone behind the virtual god.
Feeling the weaker struggle within the ancestors, the False God finally let go of his heart. He looked away, where Qi Ting had already manipulated the power of Zhiyang.
The same ancestor-like breath makes the False God dare not care.
"Spit out the master of the Wushuang Palace!" Qi Ting looked ashen blue, "otherwise I would blame you to kill you on the spot!"
It seems that I heard the best jokes in the world, and Xu Shen sneered, "I don't quite understand that you have become an ancestor, why should you care about this little half-ancestor?"
A bit of flicker flashed in Qi Ting's eyes, and then he stopped speaking and waved his arm. A Qilin treasure that surrounded the body to the sun was roaring and attacking the virtual god.
When the demon **** ancestor behind him met, he directly waved two giant arms to hit Qilin.
A huge tremor occurs on the battlefield, and the light waves generated by the collision of the virtual force and the divine power will illuminate the extremely dark.
Xu Shen and Qi Ting stepped back one step at a time. When the Qi Lin Bao Xiang finally dissipated, he severely cut off half of the arm of Demon God Prime Minister.
"Release the master of Wushuang Palace, otherwise the next broken arm will not be your ancestor's arm." Qi Ting said in a low voice.
Xu Shen didn't speak, just as he was about to start again, the demon **** ancestor behind him suddenly shuddered.
At the next moment, a long river of sword waterfalls cascading out directly through the body explodes the entire head of the celestial deity that covers the sky.
At the same time, a figure with a **** pattern floating around the body came out with a sword.
Tairo Excalibur pointed at the ground obliquely, and Wushuang looked proudly at the False God, and then lifted Tarot Excalibur and slashed heavily.
This sword is unstoppable!
The demon **** ancestors shattered directly, and the false **** raised his hand to resist.
Qi Ting sees that Jian Wushuang is intact, and is overjoyed, manipulating Zhiyang Divine Power to roar the False God together.
This blow destroyed even the nothingness, just like a black hole devouring everything, absorbing any divine power and virtual power that escaped in the universe.
All the supreme and hypocritical slain are looking at this scene in shock.
When the light dissipates, in the collapsed void, the left arm is destroyed, the chest cavity opens a terrible virtual god, and he slowly takes a step forward.
The supreme imaginary power dissipated, and he could not even repair his broken body.
Jian Wushuang lifted the sword down, looking deep into his eyes, a complex stream of gushing.
If in the last holocaust battle, False God hurt the killer, then he and Lao Zun absolutely had no hope of living halfway.
But in the end, he somehow released them from the emperor's hands.
No one spoke first, even though the body was mostly broken, the False God remained upright, and the Yin Yiwei in his eyes never changed.
"I just want to ask one sentence, it is clear that we are dead enemies, why did you let us go?" Jian Wushuang did not take the next step, questioning the virtual **** with a voice that only the two of them could hear.
"There is no reason, this scene is happening now, it is all caused by me. My biggest mistake is to underestimate your growth." Xu Shen looked at Jian Wushuang, saying one by one, "You 'S terrible growth is far beyond my expectations."
Without speaking, Jian Wushuang already understood a little bit. Why did the False God let him die, but everything has already happened, and no one can change it.
An invisible sword with a red gold **** pattern emerged from his hand, and the sword was unparalleled. "You should know the next situation, I can't let you die."
The calm face of the False God raised the corner of his mouth, "My life is not so good, even if it comes."
Jian Wushuang is also calm and abnormal. If he pulls his neck around, then he is not a false god.
Incarnation of the sword intention, the infinite sword sword Changhong is like a river, swooping towards the virtual **** in a flash.
"No!"
The Emperor Biting Emperor, who is being haunted by Lao Zun, screamed out loudly. He wanted to help Sword Wushuang, but he couldn’t let go. He could only watch Jian Shuangshuang’s sword as if he had entered into no man’s land, piercing the virtual god. .
"Poof—"
A sound of gold and iron is heard from the flesh, and the unrivaled river of swordsmanship pours into the chest of the virtual god, destroying his ancestral source.
He didn't dodge anything, so he stood in his place and let the sword of Wushuang stab him.
Jian Wushuang was shocked. If the False God fights hard to resist, then the best situation is that the False God dies and he is seriously injured.
But the False God did not resist. Instead, after the sword of Wushuang's long sword pierced his body, he reached out and grasped the blade and pushed it forward.
The monstrous virtual power collapses, and the avenue belonging to the virtual **** is irreversibly collapsed.
The supreme luck began to overflow from his body, and returned to the virtual universe through the cracks of the day.
All the venerable lords who are fighting to death are feeling that the imaginary **** is about to die, and all look desperately at the imaginary god.
"Sword Wushuang, I am lucky to destroy my ancestors, I just want to ask you for one thing."