Chapter 1807 The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves
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Along with some shattering sound, Yang Xiaoyao let out a scream.
There were terrifying cracks on his body, as if a ceramic man had fallen and was in a state of being broken but not broken.
Xuansheng's fighting spirit has emerged from half of Yang Xiaoyao's head and wants to leave completely.
Yang Xiaoyao's current body is riddled with holes and can no longer carry the fighting spirit of a Xuansheng.
"No, you can't leave!
I haven’t lost yet, I can still fight!”
Yang Xiaoyao used his soul energy crazily, trying to pull that fighting spirit back into his body.
Xuansheng Battle Spirit is a majestic man.
He lowered his head slightly and looked at Yang Xiaoyao, with a look of disgust in his eyes.
However, he didn't do anything. He just glanced at Gu Xuan, frowned, and then turned into dots and disappeared without a trace.
"No! No! No!"
Yang Xiaoyao screamed three words "no" in succession. He could no longer feel the presence of Xuansheng's fighting spirit.
There were more and more cracks on his body, and they were getting bigger and bigger, but he never died because his body exploded completely, and his face even became more ferocious.
In the distance, the warriors of the War Clan watching this scene had panic and fear in their eyes.
Even the strongest among them, Mr. Yang Xiaoyao, failed, and was counterattacked by Xuansheng's fighting spirit, turning him into such a terrifying figure. How could they fight against the people of Jianglong City when they were the only ones left?
That Gu Xuan could probably kill them all with just one move.
As for escaping, I'm afraid there's no way to even think about it.
Below, there is a sea of killing three hundred miles away!
Within the scope of this three hundred mile sea of killing, I am afraid that it is Gu Xuan's home field. If he wants to catch up with anyone, he can easily do it.
The shadow of death shrouded the warriors of the war clan.
Gu Xuan looked at Yang Xiaoyao with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.
"Even the Xuansheng fighting spirit you summoned left you because of your stupidity.
What else can you do now?
If I were you, letting your body collapse and turn into powder all over the sky would be the best choice."
Now Yang Xiaoyao, any warrior at the peak of the Holy Realm can easily defeat him.
Yang Xiaoyao stared at Gu Xuan with ferocious eyes.
"You won this battle!
However, the people of my Zhan clan did not just come to the ninth level of the Holy Domain.
People from my Zhan clan also went to Burning Sky Continent!
When you return to Fentian Continent, you will find that no matter how strong you are here, it will have no effect!
Your Yingtian Sect has long been wiped out!
Hahaha……"
Yang Xiaoyao laughed.
Gu Xuan snorted coldly.
"The power of Fentian Continent is probably beyond your clan's imagination.
If you want to attack Fentian Continent, your final result will be defeat!
Of course, you can't see all this.
This is also a blessing for you!
Die!"
Gu Xuan waved his right hand, and golden light burst out from the Heaven-Slaying Sword.
At this moment, Yang Xiaoyao once again burst out with strong fighting spirit.
His body flew towards the direction of Dragon Subduing City with a whooshing sound.
"I, Yang Xiaoyao, will make you pay the price even if I die!
No, this may still be a good thing for you.
The people in Dragon Subduing City are all your weaknesses. In that case, I will help you eliminate these weaknesses!"
Waves of destructive power lingered on Yang Xiaoyao's body.
At the last moment of his life, he actually wanted to blow himself up, dragging everyone who had subdued the dragon with him, and die together.
The famous warriors of the Zhan clan seemed to know that they would inevitably die, and auras of destruction surged out of their bodies.
The expressions of everyone in Jianglong City changed drastically.
The poor and fearful saint was shocked and angry: "These people who have been stabbed a thousand times actually want to drag us to death together?
Go back quickly, go down, and enter the sea of blood, then you will be safe!"
The poor saint formed a seal with his hands, and the power of the stars surged out of his body.
"Galaxy Realm, block it for me!"
He released the domain, covering a thirty-foot radius, wanting to protect everyone inside, and at the same time, he took everyone with him and fell into the sea of blood below.
"Death, death, death!"
The warriors of the War Clan rushed over.
"It's really ridiculous. Now that things have happened, you still want to drag the people from Dragon Subduing City to death with me?"
Gu Xuan looked at Yang Xiaoyao and his group who wanted to self-destruct as if they were fools.
After Yang Xiaoyao lost the Xuansheng War Spirit, he was just a more powerful warrior at the peak of the Holy Realm.
Coupled with the fact that he is now seriously injured, his speed has long been reduced to what it used to be.
Just when the people of the Zhan Clan were about to approach the territory of the Poor Saint, Gu Xuan's figure appeared in the territory amid a wave of time and space fluctuations.
"The sword spirit can penetrate the mysteries, and one sword can kill the sky!"
The Heaven-Destroying Sword was slashed out, and countless sword beams shot out.
A group of warriors from the War Clan in Jianglong City who had just approached the domain were pierced by sword rays one after another, leaving blood holes all over their bodies.
The destructive power on them disappeared instantly.
Yang Xiaoyao's fate was the same.
The last bit of power that he had gathered in his body to explode himself collapsed without a trace under Gu Xuan's sword light.
The vitality in his body was completely wiped out.
Boom, boom, boom.
Corpses riddled with holes fell into the sea of killing.
In the sea of blood, a wave of blood rolled, swallowing up all these corpses.
They will be turned into energy and absorbed by the sea of blood.
"Finally, it's over. I was scared to death."
The poor and fearful saint wiped the sweat from his forehead.
There are so many warriors from the War Clan, and Yang Xiaoyao is here. If they all self-destruct together, I'm afraid the Saint will think that with his strength, he can't stop them.
He couldn't help but glance at Gu Xuan with some envy.
Once upon a time, the warrior who could shoot himself to death with a single strike finally grew to the point where he could kill himself with a single strike.
I think at the beginning, Gu Xuan wanted to deceive himself in order to participate in the ceremony of entering the world in Zhongyuan Realm for safety.
But now, he is already far behind.
"The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves in front, and the waves in front die on the beach."
The poor and fearful man couldn't help but sigh.
Gu Xuan naturally heard these words very clearly.
"Compared to those old monsters in the Mysterious Saint Realm, who are afraid of their predecessors, you can only be regarded as a latecomer now.
When you enter the realm of Xuansheng, you can also shoot them to death."
Gu Xuan smiled.
The poor and fearful saint held his breath and thought about it carefully.
"You kid, although you don't usually flirt and cause trouble, this sentence is still very pertinent.
I, no, this saint is still young!"
Gu Xuan continued: "Please don't interrupt me, I'm afraid of the old man.
For the sake of your old man's mentality, it's better not to compare with me in the future.
Because anyone who competes with me will have only one outcome, and that is to be pissed to death."
The poor and fearful saint was so angry that he blew his beard and stared.
"You kid, you are too proud.
If this continues, sooner or later you will be hit and your mentality will collapse.
You have never been brutally beaten by the warrior world. If I had known this, when your strength was low, I should have beaten you hard and pushed you... Hey, what's going on?"
Below, Gu Xuan's sea of killing began to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye, returning to its original appearance.
Even the mountains that were swallowed up rose up and reappeared! (To be continued)