Han Zong's sword failed to accomplish anything, his eyes became even colder, and his murderous intent exploded, even cracks appeared in the starry sky, the shocking power was frightening.
The old demon dragon raised its head to the sky and roared loudly. The roar shook the whole world. The monk below felt severe pain in his brain, as if it was going to explode at any moment.
The violent demonic energy was inspired from the body of the old demonic dragon, and it cracked the sky with one claw. It was fierce and violent, carrying Han Zong straight into the ancient dust sky, and then slashed out with a peerless sword. The demonic power was so awe-inspiring that half of the sky was cut open.
The divine horse also raised its head and roared, the sound waves splitting the sky, like the long roar of the ancient true dragon, shaking the earth and completely, completely covering up the roar of the old devil dragon, and the momentum was overwhelming, and all the strong men of the ancient era were shocked and shocked.
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This spiritual horse is no longer just a pure-blooded descendant of the ancient divine beast. Its roar is as powerful as the supreme among beasts, and it is an overlord-level existence among all living creatures.
The divine horse vibrates its wings again, clouds and mist evaporate around its body, ripples of light flow, and its watery eyes contain infinite fairy energy, like a fairy on a horse.
Gu Chenxiao held the three re-sacrificial ancient divine needles in his right hand and rode the divine horse towards Han Zong who was driving the old demon dragon.
In the Seventh Era, the two most powerful men swallowed up the mountains and rivers, and the heaven and earth were shaken by it. The impact was like the collision of two super stars, spreading out circles of halo and shock waves, and even the stars in the sky were displaced. The momentum was incomparable.
Horrible.
Demonic energy steamed around Han Zong's body, Gu Chenxiao's fingertips glowed with light, and the demonic sword and the ancient divine needle collided, emitting a sonorous sound that resounded throughout the universe and spread far to the darkest part of the star sea.
The battle had just begun, and the power instantly reached the point where the sky was shattered and the starry sky was destroyed. Every killing move seemed to split the universe and annihilate the laws and order. Countless cracks and chaos were struck in the universe, creating a scene of ruin and death.
When the spectators saw this, they couldn't help but hold their breath and couldn't turn their eyes away. They were only shocked and trembling in their hearts. They found that they had underestimated the top powerhouses of the Seventh Era.
Both Han Zong and Gu Chenxiao showed the appearance of heaven and man in this battle, and the posture of the Holy King! The seventh era is not an era of decline, it is obviously an extremely bright and prosperous age of cultivation. This is a battle between candidates for the Holy King.
In the battle, whoever can win the final victory will most likely unite the Seventh Era Stars.
Billions of mighty powers from all over the world merged into one body, creating the body of the only holy king in each era! Xiao Taiyan, Long Zhanye, Gu Yueping, and the other evil heroes from the seventh era saw their blood boiling with excitement and clenched their fists tightly.
, they were admiring the peerless elegance of the two superpowers, with stars twinkling in their eyes.
Suddenly, a powerful demonic energy penetrated the heaven and earth, cutting the sea of life in half, and the ancient tree in the sky was shaking.
"Is the winner going to be decided so soon?"
"Sure enough, Old Devil Han is slightly better. After all, the devil's way is the way of killing, not to mention he also has a twelve-level holy level magic dragon."
"In this battle, whichever side falls into a disadvantage first will never be able to reverse it."
"The victory or defeat has been decided."
Some very senior old guys commented and sighed repeatedly.
After all, the death of a Holy King candidate is something that all human monks don't want to see.
However, being able to witness the birth of a demonic saint king here is a life worth living and I have no regrets in this life.
In any case, there can only be one Holy King in each era. This is the destiny of the world after the collapse of the prehistoric world. The Holy King is not only a realm, but also a status. The road to becoming a Holy King must be strewn with bones, and the throne is poured with blood.
Only the most bloody and cruel fighting can determine the new Holy King.
The subsequent development of the battle was as expected by the old guys. Han Zong showed the fighting and suppressing power of a powerful demon. Every sword he fired could break Gu Chenxiao's body defense, break the avenue of life, and directly threaten Gu Chenxiao.
The physical origin of Chenxiao.
Suddenly, a bloody light shot up into the sky. Amid the unbelievable exclamations of the spectators, Gu Chenxiao's left arm was cut off by a sword and fell from the sky. The ground was stained with blood, which was shocking.
"Your body is too fragile, not even as good as your apprentice."
Han Zong sheathed his sword gracefully, with regret in his words.
"If you can't dodge the next sword, your head will fall to the ground and fall straight into the netherworld."
With an arm broken, Gu Chenxiao was not afraid to laugh back: "The physical body is too condensed and is not suitable for my medical skills at all. I don't want to waste too much life essence repairing the physical body."
"I cut off your origin, and you still want to repair it?"
As Han Zong spoke, he glanced at the severed wound on Gu Chenxiao's left arm. The demonic energy there was greedily devouring flesh and blood, and would soon invade Gu Chenxiao's heart.
Gu Chenxiao laughed loudly: "You don't understand my way, this is your biggest failure!"
As soon as he finished speaking, billions of divine lights and auras in the world returned to the sea like hundreds of rivers, and merged into the broken left arm of Gu Chenxiao. The flesh and bones squirmed wildly, and in the blink of an eye, the arm returned to its original state without any effort at all.
Everyone watching the battle just felt it was incredible.
Han Zong's sword clearly injured the origin of Gu Chenxiao's body. In this case, it was absolutely impossible to break off his arm and rebuild it, but Gu Chenxiao did it! It was an act that defied heaven! "Your way of healing can
Something is created out of nothing, dead wood becomes spring again, but how many times can it be inspired?
Gu Chenxiao, you have been defeated."
Han Zong looked indifferent and stepped forward again with his sword. The old demon dragon roared proudly for nine days. For a moment, the sky and the earth were eclipsed.
The two fought fiercely together again, galloping back and forth across the sky, fighting desperately until the void cracked and the sun and moon lost their luster.
Lines of blood surged up, and there were many wounds all over Gu Chenxiao's body, but his expression remained unchanged, as if these wounds did not exist at all.
"Do you want to consume each other's original power with me?
Gu Chenxiao, you are too naive, Han’s power comes from the Yuanshi Demon Lord and is endless, what can you use to consume me?”
Han Zong became more and more brave as he fought, with unrivaled arrogance and arrogance.
There was always a mysterious smile on the corner of Gu Chenxiao's mouth: "If you can guess my purpose, maybe you can lose a little more honorably, but it's a pity."
"You are pretending to be a ghost, now let your apprentice see your miserable state!"
Han Zong's sword shined across the sea of stars and fell across the sky, pressing Gu Chenxiao to the ground and splashing countless smoke and dust.
The land with a radius of thousands of miles collapsed, the ancient city fell, and strong men from all sides flew up one after another, and it was a thrilling sight.
The billowing smoke covered Gu Chenxiao's figure, leaving only a faint smell of blood.
"Chen Xuan, your master..." Yuan Wufeng couldn't help but feel a little worried.
Qiye frowned slightly: "If Han Zong can infinitely inherit the power of the Yuanshi Demon Lord, this battle will indeed be very difficult for the ancient medical immortal."
"Don't worry, my ancient master must have his own calculations."
Among all the people, only Chen Xuan was the calmest.
