Chapter 447 God and form are all destroyed, killing Gong Yuanyi
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"But Jiang Taichu still pressed him to beat him. After a long time, Miyamoto would definitely not be able to withstand it!" A powerful man from the Blue Storm asserted with a serious expression.
"Jiang Taichu, you can't kill me!"
The origin of the palace is covered with white clothes, like a little cold plum blossom blooming in a beautiful way.
He had a disheveled hair, his face was covered in blood, his eyes were cruel and sinister as a demon, and he was as angry as a demon. He shouted loudly and slashed at Jiang Tian with a sword.
"Haha, I'm going to kill you to the point of despair!"
Jiang Tian laughed wildly, and two black lights at his fingertips, with a shrill sound of breaking through the sky and shot out.
Bang!
The three-meter-long sword light of Miyamoto Yuanyuanyi was penetrated by a black iron shuttle, shattering and exploding.
With a clang, the next moment, the little black flying sword had already gone around his back and slashed directly towards his neck.
Gong Benyuan was in a hurry, and moved around, turned around and fired his bow from left to right, slashing out six sword lights in succession, exhausted and exhausted to deal with it.
Crack! With a sound, the little black flying sword broke through three sword lights in a row, hitting his chest, and finally slashed above the Demon Sword Village. After the Demon Sword Village was gushing out blood mist like clouds, it shattered tragically.
"The demon sword is broken?"
Ming Benyuan was shocked.
Suddenly, I felt a coldness in my legs, and my mental power noticed that the black iron shuttle came under me at some point, soaring into the sky from bottom to top, piercing towards my buttocks.
"Damn, is this going to blow up his anus?"
"Master Jiang, in such a peak decisive battle, can you always be more serious? This style of play is so weird and very inconsistent!"
Many Chinese warriors cheered and laughed strangely.
At this time, Jiang Tian burst out with real strength, completely suppressing the opponent's fight, and everyone was feeling very relaxed for a while.
Whoosh!
Ming Benyuan shook his body and retreated suddenly, and he narrowly avoided the flying sword and the shuttle, but the latter immediately chased him like a maggot on his tars.
For a moment, Miya Benyuan was chased by two black lights, like a stray dog, fled on the top of Mount Fuji in a panic, exhausted to deal with it.
"Haha, you run very fast! Don't run if you have the will!"
Jiang Tian stood on the void, holding his hands behind his back, looking at the scene with a relaxed expression, as if he was watching a good show.
"Jiang Taichu, you have taken advantage of the weapons, otherwise you are no match!" Gong Benyuan shouted angrily.
"Okay, it's time to end! Die for me!"
Suddenly, Jiang Tian took action.
A boom!
His body turned into a golden light column as thick as a bucket, pulling out a white trace of air, like a rainbow that penetrated the sun, cutting through the void, and rushing towards the origin of the palace.
"What a terrible speed!"
"There is the power to destroy the dead!" Everyone was trembling.
This golden beam of light lies across the sky, and I don’t know how long it can be. It’s like a comet sweeping across the sky, as if it can rush into the depths of the universe.
Whether it is the strong man on the top of the mountain, the tourists at the foot of the mountain, or the residents in Tokyo, there is only this golden light column in his eyes at this time, and nothing else!
At the same time, the two black lights were like cruise missiles, roaring and trembling, bringing out two white air tail wings and piercing towards the origin of the palace.
"Jiang Taichu, you can't kill me!"
Gong Benyuan's face was twisted, frightened, angry, unwilling to accept many emotions emerged deep in his pupils. He grabbed his hands together, condensed several spiritual shields in front of him, and then rushed to capture the wind-catching sword, injecting a large amount of natal essence and blood, condensed into
A blood-colored sword light that was more than ten meters long was clenched with both hands and slashed out.
But nothing is useless.
Sneer! With a sound of sneer, the little black flying sword pierced through the blood-colored sword light, circled around his neck, and directly beheaded.
puff!
Before he fell, he was still slashing with his hands on his sword. The black iron shuttle pierced his chest again, and with a tent of blood mist, it rushed straight into the sky.
Whether it is the blood-colored sword light or the spiritual shield, it is vulnerable to two spiritual treasure-level magic weapons, and is useless at all, and they all shatter like paper.
"How could I lose? I can't lose!"
A blood-colored afterimage broke out from his body, his eyebrows and eyes were clear and faint, and then he roared with grief and anger and pain on his face, turned around and ran away.
He has already achieved great success in the divine realm, and his mental power is extremely powerful. He has cultivated into a divine soul clone. Even if his body dies, his divine soul still exists.
"Break my body and destroy my foundation! I want to take revenge! I want to take revenge on you crazy!!"
"I want to tear you into pieces! I want to kill you all over the family, no matter how many chickens and dogs are left."
Miya Yuanyuanyi's blood-colored soul fled while catching the way, while gritting his teeth and cursing frantically.
If the soul escapes, absorbs the power of faith and refines it into a Shikigami, or is searched for opportunities to seize the body and parasitizes in the hidden magic weapon, it is not a true death. It does not mean that both form and spirit are destroyed, and it still has combat power, and can even
Improve combat power!
"You idiot, still want to take revenge? Let's die!"
Jiang Tian smiled coldly and sacrificed the soul-induced flute that had been sacrificed and refined into the God-Swallowing Flute. He put it beside his mouth, pinched his fingers, and blew the "Soul-free Induction"!
The Soul-Loss is a demon sound that restrains the soul in the cultivation world. In conjunction with the Soul-Loss Bamboo, it is impossible to create the God-Swallowing Flute. Not to mention his soul clone, even the soul clone of the foundation-building monster is invincible.
The sound circling and lingering, like a memorial song, very sad and touching.
The moment the soul-loss sounded, the blood-colored soul suddenly stopped, as if it was a detente by an immortal.
"This, this is impossible!"
The blood-colored soul looked down and saw blood-colored particles breaking and spreading from their fingers from the surface of their bodies, and finally rushing towards the Divine Swallowing Flute like a blood-colored stream.
"Master Jiang, spare my life-"
"Master Jiang, I will never dare to take revenge again! I am willing to be a slave and a servant, just ask you to leave my soul!"
"Jiang Taichu, you are too cruel! I won't let you go if I become a ghost!"
It is useless to let Miya Benyuanyi's soul struggle, beg, and threaten.
He saw in despair that blood-colored spiritual particles shattered and flowed, and were constantly devoured by the swallowing flute.
"Haha, I also threaten that your soul is swallowed by me. Do you still have a chance to be a ghost?" Jiang Tian snorted coldly, and his soul was blowing, and his surging magic power swept across.
In just one minute, this peerless powerful man who had been intimidating the East for decades, stood at the top of the East, and had achieved great success in the divine realm, completely disappeared from this world.
Even the soul was left with a drop and a tiny drop!
Everyone was stunned and felt chill in their hearts.
Both body and spirit are destroyed! This is the destruction of both body and spirit! Jiang Taichu's methods are really terrifying, too terrifying!
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"Jiang Taichu won!"
"Master Jiang is mighty and domineering!"
Countless figures in the Chinese martial arts world cheered and were proud.
"Since Master Jiang debuted, he has never defeated his opponent and has never met an opponent. How can he be a mere old man who cooks food? How can he be our Master Jiang's opponent?"
Many members of the Tian Alliance shouted happily, with glory on their faces, and were honored.
"He did not disappoint us!"
"I'm afraid that there are not many people in the Hidden Sect who can compete with this kind of cultivation!"
Taoist Master Qingmu, Zuo Zimu and other powerful people from the Hidden Sect, and Banyin Sect all looked at them with admiration and awe.
"My brother Chu is so awesome! He dominates the East and is invincible!" Dugu Xiao laughed wildly, constantly making somersaults.
"This is my husband..." Even Zhao Xueqing's face also showed a hint of pride, which felt very honorable.
It can be said that most of the Chinese strongmen camps are very excited and happy, and their respect for Jiang Tian is even deeper.
There are long grudges between the East and the Chinese cultivation world, and they have been conflicting and friction, and they have hated each other. Now, Gong Benyuanyi, the number one in the East cultivation world, was killed by Jiang Tian, which is of great significance and everyone feels proud.
"The strength Jiang Tian showed at this time is probably already at the perfect level of the divine realm or even peak. This is not far from the legendary human immortal!"
Ye Zhantian's eyes were excited, but suddenly, his heart moved and his face became solemn.
In this way, my father's appointment with Jiang Tian three years later has also reduced his chances of winning.
How can I stop this contest?
You should know that the decisive battle of masters at this level is too dangerous. If you make a mistake, you will suffer casualties. Anyone’s death will make your relatives feel sad and your enemies feel happy, and it will also cause huge losses to the Chinese martial arts world!
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Many powerful men from the dark world looked at the slowly falling figure in the sky, trembling, worried, and regretted not falling.
In their eyes, Gong Yuanyuanyi can be regarded as one of the most powerful creatures in this world. Even if Zeus takes action, he will probably only win 70%.
Now, he was killed by Jiang Taichu. Doesn’t that mean that Jiang Taichu has few people in this world that can compete with?
I regret it!
When the news of Jiang Taichu's death on the Great East Asia came, why are we so impulsive, so brainless, and so idiotically going to Jinling to make trouble?
Now, Jiang Taichu is not dead yet!
If Jiang Taichu is thinking about this, will there be a way out in the future? He will be killed in minutes!
"He can really devour mental power as the legendary one! This is terrible!"
"I'm afraid that even the three main gods can't kill him! Perhaps the six main gods will take action together to have hope of killing him!"
A deep solemn expression appeared on Artemis's pretty face, as if he was facing a great enemy, and his evaluation of Jiang Tian was refreshed again.
She reminisces about the details of Jiang Tian’s battle with Miyamoto again and again, intending to report to Zeus in detail and make a more accurate assessment of his combat power.
"This is the strength of our Sin Chew National Master! It seems that no one in the entire East Asia can defeat it!"
The Red Boat Master was so excited that his face turned red and he was filled with joy.
In history, Sin Chew has been invaded by the East many times and has hated the Eastern people to the core. Now, they are also very happy.
"Master, you're so powerful! You're pushing the East! Previously, I thought that this chance of winning is slim..."
In the Tanjun lineage, Li Jinzhu's clear and beautiful eyes behind her sunglasses flashed with joy, and looked at the tall and majestic back with respect.
"In this battle, most of the powerful Easterners lost. I'm afraid they will never become domineering again and will not be arrogant anymore!"
The old priest from the mysterious tribe of South America sighed in a hoarse voice, his face full of shock.
In fact, the strong men from all over the world were shocked, unbelievable, surprised, and uneasy, and bowed slightly to express their friendship and respect to this strong man who was almost invincible in the world.