The black vortex seemed to swallow up all the light, and the entire sky was covered in blood. Frostmourne moaned excitedly, and the energy of heaven and earth from all directions surged towards the sword like rolling river waves. [Novel Reading Network]
Under the influence of Gu Nansheng's blood and vitality, the dancing blood shadow of Frostmourne gradually condensed into a dark red sword body. The shape of the blade and the incantation engraved on the spine are the same as before Frostmourne was broken. This sword
Finally reborn from the blood
Gu Nansheng couldn't help but feel the overwhelming fighting spirit coming from Frostmourne and his blood boiled. He looked up to the sky and screamed, energy bursting all over his body. The already tattered shirt on his body completely exploded. In an instant, the brilliance shone, and the vast energy fluctuations started with Gu Nansheng.
The center surges to all sides.
Thick black lightning struck Gu Nansheng's strong body one after another, and there was a loud roar of wind and thunder in the air. At that moment, Gu Nansheng's originally small figure seemed to turn into a giant towering over the sky, and people couldn't help but worship him.
Everyone realized that this was the final decisive battle. At this moment, they even forgot to worry about their own fate. They were just shocked and speechless by the fierce energy collision between these god-level powerhouses.
Deathwing finally showed a trace of fear on his huge and ferocious face. He had a feeling that the next sword strike from the human in front of him would be enough to endanger his life.
At this time, the huge black vortex between heaven and earth suddenly started to spin backwards, its diameter shrank rapidly, and it was completely absorbed by Frostmourne in an instant.
The turbulent energy in the sky suddenly disappeared, and the whole world suddenly became strangely quiet.
Gu Nansheng's eyes were locked on Deathwing like burning stars. Frostmourne was covered with blood mist. Until now, except for the Skull of Gul'dan and the Cheese of the Eighth Soul that had not been completely tempered, Gu Nansheng was burning.
Having lost all his burning energy, he no longer thinks about the consequences.
Deathwing felt an unprecedented dangerous aura, and he let out a low roar. Three dragon soul fragments condensed into three light shields and shrouded him in front of him. At the same time, the five-color light dragon in front of him also condensed into shape.
He rushed towards Gu Nansheng with bared teeth and claws. [Novel Reading Network]
Gu Nansheng looked at the five-color light dragon coming from the pavement with an indifferent expression. Frostmourne in his hands burst out with brilliance. He roared, holding the sword in both hands, like a huge mountain with both hands, and smashed into the air with an indomitable momentum.
At that moment, the people watching the battle felt an unprecedented sense of depression, as if the sky had collapsed.
The moment the sword rainbow came into contact with the five-color dragon, the original dazzling light suddenly converged, and Frostmourne became simple and dull again. However, with this ordinary sword, it directly cut the five-color light dragon from head to toe.
for two
"?" The five-color light dragon exploded into a rain of light all over the sky.
Seeing this scene, Deathwing felt as if he was struck by lightning. Although he expected that Gu Nansheng's attack would be a big deal, he never expected that the attack that gathered the energy of the five dragons would collapse at the touch of the blood-colored Frostmourne sword. He could not imagine this world.
Who else besides Titan can do this?
Seeing Gu Nansheng charging straight towards him with evil aura, Deathwing sacrificed three dragon souls without hesitation, pouring all the demonic power into them crazily. At this moment, Deathwing did not consider the consequences at all.
This decisive battle was a fight between two god-level warriors regardless of their lives.
Gu Nansheng just laughed ferociously when he saw the three-color light shield in front of Deathwing. His body seemed to have traveled through space and instantly came to the three-color light shield. Frostmourne drew an arc of death, and the skill - Gift of Emancipation
At that moment, time seemed to slow down infinitely, the hunting desert wind stopped, the three-color halo completely lost its color, the night sky was silent, the moonlight was as cold as water, the only blood-red Frostmourne between heaven and earth traveled through time and space,
It landed lightly on the three-color light mask.
There is no majestic sword rainbow, no dazzling sword gang, and no surging energy of heaven and earth. Frostmourne is like the autumn breeze, seemingly slowly encountering the three-color light mask. [Brother's Novel Reading Network]
"?" It was as if the sound of broken glass was particularly loud in the silent night sky, and the three-color light shield in front of Deathwing melted in an instant like white snow in the sun.
Gu Nansheng rushed out of the gorgeous light rain like a demon, and the sword pointed at it, shattering the void,
At that moment, Gu Nansheng and Frostmourne completely merged into one, no longer distinguishing each other. He was the sword, and the sword was him.
Deathwing looked at the majestic Gu Nansheng with a hint of ferocity on his face. He roared wildly, and his body as huge as a mountain jumped up high. His huge wings covered the clouds and the sun. For a moment, the sky collapsed and the earth shook.
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At the last moment, Deathwing gave up the dragon soul fragment and relied on his own strength to resist Gu Nansheng's attack.
In the vast night sky, two bodies of completely disproportionate sizes collided together. Gu Nansheng sank into them like a meteor hitting the earth, and disappeared in an instant.
At that moment, the heaven and earth resounded with a gentle and clear sound like Sanskrit music. A golden halo visible to the naked eye spread like ripples. The golden light flashed away without stirring up any sandstorms. Instead, it was like the tranquil light of Buddha.
Generally, this blood-stained scorched earth was purified.
The world fell into silence again, and Deathwing remained motionless like a sculpture, while his body still maintained its posture of rising into the air.
Everyone held their breath and looked at Deathwing, which stood like a black mountain under the moonlight, without blinking. The outcome of this battle was related to the life and death of all of them.
However, as time passed by, Deathwing continued to spread its wings and soar, as if it had turned to stone.
"Mr. Jarod..." Tyrande looked at Jarod with questioning eyes. Based on her perception, she could not determine whether Deathwing and the disappeared Gu Nansheng were alive or dead at this time.
Jarod looked at the starry sky, seeming to be talking to himself, and seeming to be prophesying something. He said quietly: "The lead has been burned, and the trajectory of fate will eventually change..."
A long time passed, and finally someone couldn't help but check the results of the battle. They approached cautiously, and were surprised to find that even standing at a very close distance, they could not use their senses to determine whether Deathwing was alive or dead.
"Why is this happening? The Deathwing body shows no energy fluctuations, so how can it block our perception?" Zeus asked in confusion.
Malfurion closed his eyes, his old face showed a hint of peace and serenity, and he said slowly: "That is... the power of the law. Mr. Nan's blow contains the law of the universe. After this blow,
The power of law remaining on Deathwing's body blocks our perception."
"Laws? Are you talking about the laws of Titan's creation?" Zeus had a look of disbelief on his big silver face, but Malfurion remained silent at this time. As one of the few people in the Dota Continent who knew how to
People who exist in Lord, Malfurion knows very well what the attack Gu Nansheng used at the last moment. The essence of "Nine Transcriptions" is actually part of Sargeras' law of creation. Gu Nansheng used it as a mortal.
For the power of the Titan, he will pay a heavy price for it.
Thinking that a generation of heroes might just die, Malfurion was filled with sadness.
At this time, those who went to determine the outcome of the battle finally had the courage to use attacks to determine Deathwing's life and death. The moment their skills landed on Deathwing, Deathwing's body as huge as a mountain suddenly shattered.
Suddenly, it turned into black dust and dispersed in the wind. For a while, the entire Aryan Desert was covered in gray.
This shocking scene left everyone speechless with shock. They opened their mouths and looked at everything in front of them in disbelief. Even though some of them had expected that Deathwing might have died here, but how?
I didn't expect that he died so completely, and even his body turned into powder.
Seeing this, the remaining black dragon army was even more demoralized and frightened. They could not imagine that the almost invincible Deathwing could be destroyed by a small human being.
In the dust floating in the sky, a black-red blood sword spun and fell, inserting silently into the blood-stained desert, standing like a mountain, it was Frostmourne after being reborn in blood.
Malfurion's pupils shrank slightly when he saw this sword. Did a generation of heroes really fall?
He sighed heavily and looked confusedly into the distance, which was the direction where Jarod was.
"Has Mr. Nan fallen?" Malfurion moved his lips slightly and used long-distance magic to transmit sound.
After a moment of silence, Jarod's old voice came back from the distance, "Old friend, what are you worried about? Are you afraid that the Duota Continent will be unprotected in the future? History has never lacked heroes, all you have to do is remember...
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Malfurion smiled bitterly, "Old friend, you have never answered my questions directly."
Jarod smiled slightly, "I will tell you what you need to know. Mr. Nan sent me a message before launching the final blow. He hopes you can treat this sword well. He doesn't want the Pearl of Frostmourne to be covered in dust..."
Malfurion was silent when he heard this. Of course he knew the significance of Frostmourne to Gu Nansheng. He even kept his own divine weapon, which showed that he was probably in dire straits at this time.
Malfurion exhaled heavily and said slowly: "I understand..."
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Jarod was still looking at the deep starry sky. No one knew what he was thinking at that moment. The faint sound of fighting and shouting came from the distant battlefield again, but it was the coalition soldiers who took advantage of Deathwing's death and began to exterminate the remnants.
The Black Dragon Legion.
Without the control of the Dragon Soul, nearly 100,000 corpse dragons have completely lost their ability to move. The remaining less than 20,000 black dragons have also lost their fighting spirit due to the death of Deathwing. On the other hand, the coalition forces are not only powerful, but also because of the outland.
The addition of the demon army also gave them the upper hand in terms of strength. With one thing going the other way, there was no suspense in the war.
