Zhuge Wuwo's eyes bloomed with a brilliant light.
Even through the mask, Confucian Sword Saint Son could feel the terrifying murderous intent in Zhuge Wuwo's eyes!
Silently, the Confucian Sword Saint Son transformed into a palm sword, and the left hand that was confronting Zhuge Wuwo turned directly into nothingness at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"How is that possible? My hand!"
The Confucian Sword Saint was extremely shocked.
He couldn't believe what was happening in front of him. Just a moment ago, the confrontation between him and Zhuge Wuwo was still evenly matched, but now, his left hand suddenly turned into nothingness.
What method Zhuge Wuwo used, Confucian Sword Saint Son did not notice at all.
Zhuge Wuwo sneered.
"You can't even tell how I made your hand disappear.
At this level, how could he kill Gu Xuan.
Go with peace of mind, I will help you get your lost face back!"
Zhuge Wuwo took a step forward, slapped his palm lightly, stirred up the space with unparalleled power, and continued to slap towards the forehead of the Confucian Sword Saint.
This shot has an indomitable momentum.
The Confucian Sword Saint's face instantly turned extremely pale. Under this power, he suddenly felt that his own power was so weak, as weak as an ant.
What he has to face is a towering mountain!
"No, I can't die! How can I, the Confucian Sword Saint, die so easily?"
The Confucian Sword Saint Son roared and burned the remaining essence and blood at this moment.
All power is concentrated on the right hand.
The right fist was like a sword, displaying a peerless sword technique, condensing the innate sword energy, and struck Zhuge Wuwo's palm fiercely!
The two competing forces collided in an instant.
Click.
The sound of broken bones sounded.
All the bones in Confucian Sword Saint Son's right hand were beaten into powder.
Zhuge Wuwo's palm continued to move forward, and finally he lightly patted the Confucian Sword Saint's forehead.
There was another clicking sound.
All the bones in the Confucian Sword Saint Son's body were also shattered into powder.
His whole body collapsed like a puddle of mud. Although his life was still alive, he was not far from death.
Unless there is an Alchemy Emperor of Gu Xuan's level here, no one can save this kind of injury.
For example, Alchemy Emperor can't even help him extend his life.
There was a sneer on Zhuge's face under the mask of selflessness.
With a slight wave of his right hand, runes appeared, rotated, and turned into a vortex.
One by one, objects that were like beads and emitted light emerged from the body of the Confucian Sword Saint Son and submerged into the vortex.
"From now on, those who have the fate of the Holy Son will only have Gu Xuan and me.
I have a total of six Holy Son fates, while Gu Xuan only has two.
After everything here is over, the destiny of the eight great saints will gather with me!
The position of the Domain Lord of the Zhongyuan Domain will fall into my hands sooner or later!
The future destiny of Fentian Continent will be controlled by me!
Find a place where the destiny of the Holy Son can be harmonious!"
Zhuge Wuwo laughed loudly.
After a moment, he glanced at the mud-like Confucian Sword Saint, smiled contemptuously, turned around and left.
The Confucian Sword Saint Son received his palm, and all his bones were shattered, and his meridians were destroyed. Even a swarm of ants could bite him to death with just one bite.
Zhuge Wuwo would not bother to deal with such a mess.
At this time, the Confucian Sword Saint was still squirming.
He is not completely dead yet.
Strong unwillingness was released from him.
"I can't die? How can I, the Confucian Sword Saint Son, die?
I want revenge! I want revenge!
All this is just a dream!
That's right, it's just a dream. I'm still going through my Xuansheng Heavenly Tribulation now!
I have never overcome the tribulation of inner demons, and now I am going through the tribulation of inner demons!"
The squirming body of the Confucian Sword Saint Son actually made a sound.
A space vortex suddenly appeared and swallowed up the Confucian Sword Saint Son.
No one knows what happened here.
Even Zhuge Wuwo, who was closest to here, didn't notice anything strange.
In his eyes, Saint Son of Confucian Sword is now too dead to die.
In a sense, this is indeed the case.
Just where the Confucian Sword Saint Son disappeared, the jade token of his identity disappeared without a trace.
After the second ranking was announced, there were only twenty-five status jade medals left, one less.
From here, hundreds of miles away in the sky, two rays of light suddenly fell.
Two figures stood in a lake.
Gu Xuan frowned, turned around, and looked in the direction behind him.
He felt a strange feeling.
This feeling is getting stronger and stronger.
Soon, rays of light appeared on Gu Xuan's body.
But this light can only be seen by Gu Xuan.
Dongfang Xue, who was beside him, didn't notice at all.
Gu Xuan felt that two beads seemed to appear in his body, and they were also shining.
And these two beads represent the destiny of the Holy Son!
In the blink of an eye, these two beads merged together.
"What? The destiny of the Holy Son in my body is fused together?"
Gu Xuan's eyes showed surprise.
"Um?"
Gu Xuan's eyes narrowed and he looked in one direction.
His eyes seemed to have penetrated many obstacles and saw another pair of eyes.
"Who are you? One of the Eight Holy Sons?"
Gu Xuan frowned.
"Let me introduce myself, I am the first of the eight great saints of Zhongyuan Domain, Zhuge Wuwo!
Now, I want to inform you that the only people who have the fate of the Holy Son are you and me.
Next, the fateful battle of the Holy Son will begin between you and me.
You can take advantage of the opportunity while you are still alive to properly explain your funeral arrangements.
Because soon, you will be in the underworld.
Or, there is no chance to even go down to the netherworld."
Zhuge Wuwo's voice exploded directly from the destiny of the Holy Son in Gu Xuan's body.
Gu Xuan was very calm.
"Zhuge Wuwo, the first of the eight great saints? Very interesting.
So, have you killed the Confucian Sword Saint?"
Gu Xuan also used the destiny of the Holy Son to transmit messages to Zhuge Wuwu.yyls
"This is natural. The Confucian Sword Saint is just an ant.
It's very satisfying to crush an ant to death.
I believe we can meet again soon, and then I will have fun again.
Hahaha……"
Zhuge Wuwo smiled happily.
His aura disappeared from Gu Xuan's perception.
A smile appeared at the corner of Gu Xuan's mouth.
"Since you have inherited all the fate of the Holy Son from the Holy Son of Rudao, it is destined that you will lose."
He once planted an inner demon in the body of Leng Shuangzi, one of the Eight Saint Sons.
And this inner demon was first inherited by the Confucian Sword Saint Son, and now, it should also be inherited by Zhuge Wuwo.
As long as this inner demon exists, it is destined that the Ancient Xuanhui will be the ultimate winner.
However, he had no interest at all in the fate of the Holy Son.
If Zhuge Wuwo did not come to provoke him, he would never provoke Zhuge Wuwo for the so-called fate of the Holy Son.
But if Zhuge Wuwo dares to come and die, Gu Xuan won't mind giving him a ride.
Dongfang Xue looked at Gu Xuan doubtfully.
"Gu Xuan, you brought me to this lake, you didn't bring me to this lake just to let me watch you in a daze, right?"
Hearing this, Gu Xuan reacted and smiled lightly.
"Sorry, sorry, I was a little lost in my thoughts just now.
Now, you can get down to business.
The one hiding in the lake, you can come out now!"