Deathwing's attack came first, and before Gu Nansheng's attack arrived, he faced the golden light dragon first.
The sword intersected with the light, and Gu Nansheng was knocked backwards by the powerful impact. Frostmourne, which had lost its sword soul and had cracks, buzzed in the light, and the cracks spread at a speed visible to the naked eye, even if
Gu Nansheng injected the belief that he must win into the sword, but it failed to change anything. Frostmourne only persisted for a moment, and then there was a crisp sound, and it completely shattered, and the fragments of the sword were knocked down by the pressure of light.
It flew out and shot all into Gu Nansheng's body.
"Puff puff puff" A cloud of blood mist exploded from Gu Nansheng's body. At the critical moment, he gritted his teeth and pulled out another sword from the inventory despite the severe pain all over his body.
The sword was dark gold in color and was two meters long. The hilt was as thick as a child's arm. The sword was engraved with green runes. One side of the sword tip was inlaid with a sun symbolizing the holy light, and the other side was inlaid with a sun.
The skeleton that symbolizes the shadow is the Ashbringer
Gu Nansheng roared wildly, and the Ashbringer ignited a flame that shone like the sun, rolling up a huge amount of heaven and earth energy to meet the purple-gold dragon of light.
"boom"
The splendid flames collided with the Purple-Gold Light Dragon. However, the Ashbringer was not a real artifact after all. Its flames flashed out like an epiphyllum under the impact of the Purple-Gold Light Dragon. Gu Nansheng was knocked back by the energy of the explosion.
, he only felt that the light around him suddenly brightened up, as if a huge mountain hit his chest heavily, and then, he saw with his own eyes the scene of the body's flesh and blood splitting and breaking.
The light of the purple-gold light dragon's explosion gradually faded away, and the sky returned to calm. Gu Nansheng was suspended in the air covered in blood, and the Ashbringer in his hand became dim, looking like he had lost his spirituality.
The fact that Ashbringer was not broken is not because it is harder than Frostmourne, but because the sword soul of Ashbringer has nothing to do with Gu Nansheng. It naturally will not overdraw the sword's potential like Frostmourne to block the blow for Gu Nansheng.
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Seeing this scene, Deathwing showed a cruel smile, "It is a divine weapon after all. Although it was broken, it still blocked most of the power of the blow I just made. Coupled with this unknown sword, the two swords merged into one."
You really managed to block my attack, but your luck ends here."
After Deathwing finished speaking, red blood spurted out from the gaps in the bone armor all over his body. The bone armor also turned black and red due to excessive energy operation. He was about to use the combined attack of the five-series dragon again, "Although you
I have no power to resist anymore, but I will still try my best to kill you without leaving you the slightest chance."
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Maiev was shocked. Although this voice was old, it was slightly different from Malfurion's voice. However, it was precisely this difference that gave her an unusually familiar feeling, "You... you are...
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Even Maiev, who had always had a calm face, changed drastically at this time. After a few breaths, she finally confirmed her suspicion. Her cold face showed a rare trace of sadness and sigh, as if she had recalled something.
The long past.
However, after a while, Maiev slowly calmed down again, and her voice returned to its former indifference, "It has been twenty thousand years, Jarod, are you finally willing to show up?"
"Yes...it's been twenty thousand years...it's really like a dream, you are still the same, my sister." A transparent illusory shadow emerged in the night sky. The man was wearing a cloak, with white hair and a handsome appearance.
In the extreme, his figure was as erratic as mist, as if it was about to be blown away by the wind at any time.
"Garold" Tyrande and Illidan naturally recognized this sudden figure at this time. Neither of them expected to see Jarod here and there, who had completely disappeared since the War of the Ancients.
This man is a legend. In the first war 20,000 years ago, he turned the tide almost single-handedly and won the final victory. Even Illidan, who has always been proud, did not dare to show any disrespect in front of Jarod, even if he
Now only the soul body remains.
Tyrande was surprised at first, and then became delighted, "Mr. Jarod, are you here for Deathwing?"
"Yes." Jarod squinted his eyes and looked at the turbulent energy of heaven and earth in the distant sky, with no trace of worry on his illusive face.
"So do you have a way to resolve this catastrophe?"
"No...even when I was completely victorious, I didn't reach the god level. Now I only have my soul body left, and my combat power is no longer worth mentioning."
"Then..." Tyrande felt disappointed, "You are the only remaining prophet in the Dota Continent. Don't you have any other options?".
Jarod chuckled, "I can only see the future, but I can't change the future. Fate has already determined its trajectory, we just need to witness it..."
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The energy in the sky became restless, and Gu Nansheng looked extremely small in the huge whirlpool formed by the vitality of heaven and earth. He looked at the increasingly red bone armor on Deathwing's body with an expressionless face, and held the broken bones tightly with his right hand.
Frostmourne.
"Fate has already determined its trajectory, we just need to witness it..."
At this moment, these words echoed in Gu Nansheng's ears. He turned his head silently and looked at the deep night sky in the desert. With his perception, he could naturally see the scene dozens of kilometers away, "Garold..."
"I know the struggle and unwillingness in your heart, but as long as you live, there will always be hope, no matter how slim that hope is."
Jarod's words seemed to make no sense, but Gu Nansheng shuddered after hearing this. He was silent for a moment and said in a deep voice: "Actually, you told me the fate of your fate a long time ago, but I don't want to accept it and want to rely on myself."
He has the power to change his destiny, but..." Gu Nansheng sighed heavily, and the vitality of heaven and earth surged up again. In his body, the essence of the Blood Bath Mother silently turned into a ball of flame, and was completely annihilated.
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He finally followed the fate predicted by Jarod and used the last trick of "Nine Transcriptions" - burning his soul, in exchange for infinite energy at the cost of self-destructing his soul.
I have no control over my destiny, which sounds so heroic, but how many people are truly proud of the world?
Illidan, Arthas, the Lich King, Jarod, and Azshara, which one of them is not a genius, and which one is not a powerful hero in the world, but none of them can escape the control of fate.
The ending is either a life of loneliness, death of body and soul, or never freedom...
The strong are lonely and the heroes have no tears. Could it be that the same ending awaits me?
"Scoff" The relics of the second spirit fire demon Ragnaros also turned into brilliant flames, and vast energy surged into Gu Nansheng's body. He looked indifferently at the roaring vitality of heaven and earth, and felt neither sadness nor joy in his heart for a moment.
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Gu Nansheng seemed to have underestimated many things at this moment, and also understood many truths, even those tempering laws that he had never understood.
"Now, I just want my sword back," Gu Nansheng said quietly.
"The sword is born from the heart. The sword is you, you are the sword. What Deathwing destroyed was nothing but the extremely cold dark iron that the Lich King spent more than ten years building. Although this thing is extremely hard, it is still
Nothing in this world is worthy of the sword soul of a divine weapon."
"The artifact that truly belongs to you should be made of your blood and life, and should be completely integrated with you."
"Blood and life... I understand." Gu Nansheng glanced at Frostmourne silently, and resolutely burned the third essence in his body - the breath of the Twilight Dragon.
If the artifact can be forged from life and blood, then I will use the strongest vitality when I burn my soul to recast Frostmourne. Gu Nansheng closed his eyes, and the vitality of heaven and earth roared, and his messy hair and clothes flew wildly.
The desert shook violently, and for a moment it seemed like the sky was falling apart.
Deathwing was shocked. He couldn't imagine that the human being in front of him could still burst out with such a powerful force when the fuel was exhausted. Could it be that the opponent's realm had reached a new breakthrough?
Thinking of this, the murderous intent in Deathwing's eyes became more and more fierce. He would kill such a terrifying opponent even if his vitality was seriously injured.
Gu Nansheng solemnly raised Frostmourne, and a black vortex appeared out of thin air under his feet. The texture of the vortex was exactly the same as the pupils of the Eye of Sargeras, as if passing through the center of the vortex would lead to another universe.
Gu Nansheng silently cut his wrist with a dagger, and bright red blood gurgled out, continuously falling into the black vortex eye. After the blood flowed in, the vortex began to rotate slowly, from slow to fast, and the vitality of the world rotated with it.
In an instant, a huge heaven and earth energy storm with a diameter of more than ten kilometers was set off out of thin air. Gu Nansheng stood in the center of the storm like a towering mountain, with golden light all over his body and flying hair, like a god.
At this time, everyone noticed the strange phenomenon of heaven and earth. They only felt an indescribable sense of depression coming from the vortex. It seemed that if they looked at the vortex, their souls would be sucked into the endless space behind the black vortex eye.
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A sound of sword chants came out from the vortex eyes, floating into the ears of everyone in the field, as if they were like sharp swords piercing the sea of spirits, making people have splitting headaches, and some weak heroes even hugged them directly.
His head fell to the ground, writhing in pain.
Gu Nansheng allowed his blood to flow wildly. Frostmourne groaned after drinking the blood. A red blood shadow gradually condensed on the hilt of the sword. It squirmed like a spiritual snake. After a while, it actually condensed into
Got a bloody sword.
At this time, the fragments of the sword that had been submerged in Gu Nansheng's body seemed to hear some kind of call, and all flew out of Gu Nansheng's body. They became bright red because they were soaked in Gu Nansheng's blood.
Gu Nansheng put his hands together, and the blood-stained fragments of the sword merged with the blood shadow. A violent bloody light shot up into the sky, blocking all the starlight in the sky, and the entire Aryan desert was filled with a rich blood color.
