Chapter One Hundred and Sixty Nine: Dying? Wu Zun Thunder Tribulation!
However, they didn't wait for them to act even crazier.
The next moment, the whole world was completely silent.
Qin Yu suddenly closed his eyes, then slowly opened them, and a sword light that illuminated the entire world suddenly appeared.
Suddenly, the scene of the young man opening his eyes appeared in everyone's mind.
My heart seemed to bear the weight of heaven, and I was speechless for a long time.
It seems that he is aware that an extremely terrifying scene is about to appear.
boom!
Suddenly, the clouds rolled in the sky and turned into a whirlpool.
The earth was completely dark, and there was no longer any daylight.
It made everyone present feel heavy.
brush!
At this moment, a bright light appeared in the clouds!
Then came two...three...
The terrifying sword energy burst out as if it could not be suppressed, and from the clouds, a divine sword that covered the sky and the sun poked its head out.
"The Divine Sword of Heaven!"
"Oh my god... isn't this the vision of the holy body of the Holy Ancestor Tian Jue?"
"Could it be said that the Son of God still has the Holy Body of Heaven!"
While everyone was discussing, the huge Tianjue Divine Sword had already dropped from the sky.
Qin Yu held his sword and pointed at the sky, like a god.
The God-killing Sword exuded an unparalleled terrifying sword intent, completely absorbing and swallowing the falling sword shadow of the Heavenly Jue Divine Sword.
"The end of the sword! The ultimate song of heaven!"
Buzz!
A piece of snow-white sword light that makes the pupils hurt comes to the world.
At this moment, everything was silent.
On the high platform, all the elders were dumbfounded.
The elders who practiced swordsmanship, including the clan leader Qin Tai'a, couldn't help but swallow their saliva.
Looking at the white sword light covering the sky in disbelief, he murmured: "It's actually... the highest state of the Tianjue Sword Sutra!"
Tianjue Sword Master is the pioneer of the swordsmanship of the Qin people.
The thousands of sword cultivators of the Qin clan are all slowly moving forward along the path opened by the Tianjue Sword Master.
No matter how much cultivation one has, even if it is the patriarch Qin Tai'a, the treasure book he has practiced all his life is undoubtedly the Tianjue Sword Sutra!
Their lifelong goal is right in front of them, within the sword of the boy in white!
Among the crowd, Qin Zhongyin stared blankly at the sky.
Ever since he listened to Qin Yu's song at the foot of Wutong Mountain the day before yesterday, and then suddenly realized the true meaning of swordsmanship, he had guessed that Qin Yu's attainments in swordsmanship were definitely not what people imagined.
It's just that they didn't expect that Qin Yu's swordsmanship was so terrifying that it was beyond his reach.
What kind of sword is that?
Domineering, lonely, and silent.
There was not a sound in the sky.
Within a radius of thousands of miles, everything above the entire arena, aura, space, white clouds... all turned into nothing.
Underfoot, the solid arena formed by many saints was riddled with holes like the ground plowed by sacred cows.
The unfathomable ravines are filled with Senhan's sword intent.
The style of this sword!
It deeply shocked the eyes of everyone present.
Following such a Son of God is a lifelong honor!
I don’t know who took the lead in shouting first, but a high-pitched shout suddenly rang out from the crowd: “Son of God! Son of God!”
At first, there were only a few people shouting in twos and threes, and it was extremely sparse.
Then more people seemed to be awakened, and more and more people shouted loudly.
"Son of God! Son of God!"
By the end, almost every Qin disciple was shouting hysterically.
It seems that only in this way can they vent their inner admiration and enthusiasm for the Son of God.
At this moment, the cheers were like mountains and seas collapsing!
The white light gradually dissipated, and the shouts in the crowd also stopped.
People can finally see what's going on in the ring.
On the desolate arena, a figure that was neither human nor ghost lay helplessly on the ground, twitching slightly.
Its hands were severed, its wings were broken, its long tail was broken, and its whole body was covered in scars, like a pile of minced meat.
The sword strike just now dealt him a devastating blow.
"This... is actually not dead yet!"
There were screams of exclamation from the crowd, that sword strike just now was so terrifying, this monster is still alive!
"I heard that the vitality of monsters is extremely tenacious. Even if only a pile of rotten flesh is left, they can survive for a long time. Now it seems that it is indeed true!"
"It's just that his current appearance is useless!"
"Who made him blind and met our Son of God!"
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Qin Yu stood proudly in the sky, looking down at the trembling figure from a high position.
"What else can you say when you are about to die?" He spoke calmly, as if in judgment.
The figure raised his head with difficulty, took a deep look at Qin Yu with his blood-red eyes, and laughed out loud: "I didn't expect that after years of recuperation in the human race, a person like you would appear!"
"If you are allowed to grow up, you will pose a huge threat to our clan!"
"Today, you will die!"
"Bold monster, you dare to utter arrogant words when you are about to die!" Outside the ring, the people in the punishment hall who had been waiting suddenly snorted coldly when they saw this, and took a step forward.
The monster didn't even look at him, lowered its head, and then suddenly shot up, heading straight for Qin Yu.
Qin Yu frowned slightly. With the opponent's now scarred and dilapidated body, even if he didn't dodge and let him hit him, there was nothing he could do.
What does he intend?
The next moment, he knew the answer.
Boom!
There was a sound of thunder from outside the sky, making everyone present suddenly startled.
They looked at the sky, suddenly remembered something, and their expressions changed drastically.
"Wuzunjie! This monster is going to use Qin Zhongming's body to attract Wuzunjie's thunder and pull the Son of God on his back!"
"Qin Zhongming's own strength is at the peak of the Martial Emperor. He is only one step away from the Martial Emperor. It is only natural to cause a natural disaster now!"
"It's over now... The Martial Emperor's Tribulation Thunder is so terrifying. The Martial Emperor's peak level must be cautious and prepare a large number of magic weapons and pills to survive safely! The Son of God is no more than the Martial Emperor's seventh heaven, and he has just finished a battle. How can he resist it?
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"Furthermore, the Tribulation Thunder is controlled by the will of Heaven. Everyone under the Heavenly Tribulation will be locked as the object of the Tribulation. Once the Tribulation Thunder starts, they will never be able to escape unless the Tribulation Thunder ends!"
"Son of God, hurry up and leave..."
"I'm afraid it's too late!"
Qin Yu looked at the rolling clouds and thunder and lightning above his head, and then glanced at the broken body that fell not far in front of him, with a strange expression.
I thought you had some way to kill both stones, and after working on it for a long time... you wanted to strike me with lightning!
Don't you know that being struck by lightning is no different from taking a shower?
"Jie, Jie, Jie...Human race, even if you have great opportunities and talents, you cannot escape death today!"
The figure paralyzed on the ground helplessly, looking at Qin Yu and burst into laughter.
Qin Yu glanced at him thoughtfully, then slowly walked to him with a smile on his face.
Squatting down, he said: "I heard that you demons have the ability to separate souls. You can separate a ray of will to achieve the same ability as the main body, right?"
The monster was stunned for a moment, glanced at him and said, "You are not an ignorant human being, you actually know something about our demon clan!"
"In other words, the will in your physical body is just a fragment of your body, right?"
Qin Yu's tone became calmer and calmer, and an evil smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, like a strange man coaxing a child.
Using lightning to deal with yourself? This may be the funniest joke...
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