Yes, it is indeed after dawn, and Tuoba Lie is in broad daylight...
But he really saw countless stars, just like the sky he faced, the night sky!
Are these stars just getting bigger?
No, it’s not the stars that are getting bigger!
It's because they are getting closer and closer to Tuoba Lie, approaching at an incredible speed.
And these aren’t real stars either!
"Jiangang? No...it's sword intention..."
It was too late, but it was so fast. From the time Tuoba Lie suddenly raised his head, less than one breath had passed, but he had already obtained the answer...
Someone took action against him!
He was still a strong man who could definitely crush him, so he took action against him.
The moment he made a move, it was a terrifying killing move, trying to envelope and kill him with sword energy that filled the sky like stars!
"Damn..."
Realizing the terror of this sword, Tuoba Lie retreated violently, and when he tiptoed, he directly stepped on the wooden chariot beneath him.
At the same time as the wooden chariot exploded, the bodies of several beautiful women inside and outside the tent as well as dozens of big men below all instantly collapsed and turned into clouds of blood mist.
Just from this point of view, you can tell that he tried his best, just to get the fastest speed and escape from the starlight.
But the starlight is still there.
At an incredible speed, they finally converged into a hundred-foot golden giant sword, and slashed fiercely at Tuoba Lie who was flying back.
This sword flows from top to bottom, like a waterfall falling straight from the sky.
This sword contained enough spiritual power to cause the heavens and the earth to collapse. As soon as it appeared, the temperature around Luo City instantly rose a lot.
"No...impossible..."
"Is it the Holy Lord?"
"No...it can't be!"
He was afraid. He was covered in sweat and his head was covered with sweat. After being dried by the strong wind, countless sweat emerged again, soaking the gorgeous clothes in front of him...
The giant sword is still there...
With the sword's unyielding, lonely, perseverance, staunchness, and bloodthirsty iron-blood attributes, it was still slashing behind him...
"Help...help..."
Tuoba Lie felt the fatal bombardment coming from behind, and finally let out a heartbreaking roar: "Holy Lord, save me..."
Rumble…
The next moment, the Holy Lord never appeared!
The giant sword cuts down!
With a deafening explosion, the tip of the giant sword pierced Tuoba Lie's back heart, and then continued forward and downward, blasting into the depths of the earth.
As the sword fell, the vegetation within a radius of dozens of miles behind Tuoba Lie instantly turned into ashes.
Tens of thousands of soldiers of the Hungarian Aviation Empire didn't even have time to hum before they were drowned in the deadly light and the thunder inside.
Is this death?
So bright!
Is this enough power to kill gods?
…
"Nie Heng...it must be Nie Heng!"
Venerable Cunxue was overjoyed: "He said that as long as he gets that sword, he can kill even gods!"
The Shrouded Lord was equally ecstatic, his body constantly trembling: "This is the power to kill gods...the power of one sword, the power to destroy a city..."
…
Li Chenghui took a deep breath and looked in the direction that was like hell, thinking that his ancestor finally gave the sword to that boy.
This means that his choice is right...
It’s right, that’s good!
The ancestors should not crawl out of their graves and hang themselves!
…
Nie Tianyang was hugged tightly by Cao Meng. He only heard Cao Meng's screams, but he could no longer make any sound.
Is this the terrifying strength of his third son?
He is not yet fifteen years old...
It's so scary!
But no matter what, I am not born well, hahaha...
He laughed and shed tears...
…
"The Earth Khan is dead!"
Shouts of surprise suddenly came from the other three directions of the palace, and then the sounds of countless cavalry were heard.
Withdrew...
The hundreds of thousands of troops of the Hungarian Aviation Empire had lost all will to fight at this moment!
As for the direction originally led by Tuoba Lie, there was only one strong man in the Martial Realm still hovering in the air, as if he was in a daze.
Because he was closer to the prisoners and the palace, he escaped.
Then he exclaimed in panic, "Ah, mother," and he chose to fly away.
After all, he saw the power of that sword and saw the large purgatory scene that appeared out of thin air because of the power of the sword!
The earth is cracked, and the lava is rolling like a tide...
…
Nie Heng was very hurt!
At this moment, he came to the battlements with the help of She Shiyun, looking at everything in front of him, breathing heavily.
This sword is indeed his masterpiece.
But this sword almost killed him!
At that time, he was condensing his soul power in the Yanhuang Sword, trying to re-condensate the prototype of his sword spirit.
The process was originally very simple!
If other warriors want to have their own sword spirit, they must use their own Dantian as the basis and heavenly consciousness as the guide, turn their bodies into cauldrons, and first condense and smelt their own sword spirits in the Dantian.
After that, you have to put the sword spirit into a good sword before it can be regarded as a simple success.
This process is condensation, spiritual birth, infant movement, separation into the sword, forming the sword spirit, and then nourishing it.
An average swordsman, no matter how talented he is, would be hard-pressed to achieve all of this within just a few decades.
If some people are not talented enough, even if their cultivation level is very high, they may not get the sword spirit they gave birth to in their lifetime. They can only replace it with other spirits and get a sword slave.
But Nie Heng didn't need to do this.
His soul already has the memory of the sword spirit from his previous life, so he only needs to obtain a powerful sword carrier to send part of the soul power from his previous life into it and let them re-condensate and take shape inside. That's it.
And it won't take long, as long as his sword spirit is strong enough, it will definitely become his sword spirit clone, just like another him.
It's a pity...the time he got was too short.
The time was so short that even he could not obtain the prototype of his own sword spirit!
Even the prototype of the sword spirit has not yet been generated, so it will be extremely difficult for him to control all the power within the sword.
But he really couldn't wait any longer, because just now, his soul suddenly throbbed, and he immediately noticed Nie Yong's existence and was sure that Nie Yong was about to die.
So he had to stop everything he was doing. Even if there would be backlash, even if the root of the sword spirit that had not yet formed the prototype of the sword spirit would be severely damaged, he had to take action.
In this life, he will not let any of his close friends and relatives die in front of him.
In this life, what he wants is to take everyone who is important to him to reach the pinnacle of martial arts!
In the end, he gave up and struck out with the sword.
It is precisely because of this sword that the roots of his sword spirit are now scattered...
That sword also contained part of the powerful power left in the sword by the remnant soul of the First Emperor, and this power was also sacrificed by his sword!
And his physical body couldn't bear the backlash of this powerful force...
So he was very hurt!
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"Heng'er, how are you?"
Seeing Nie Heng covered in blood, Nie Tianyang was extremely worried.
He had long thought that even if Nie Heng could kill the gods, the price he would pay would be extremely heavy...
But he never expected that it would be so serious: it looked like Nie Heng was almost dead!
"How are you, my dear nephew?"
Li Chenghui rushed over, with a worried look on his face that could not be concealed.
"Dad, the baby is okay..."
Breathing hard, Nie Heng looked at Li Chenghui again: "Your Majesty, send the order quickly... blow the horn of attack!"
"Okay!" Hearing this, Li Chenghui nodded quickly and then asked: "Then what? From which direction should we fight back first?"
"Fight back..."
Nie Heng smiled miserably, with blood gushing out from his mouth and nose: "Blow the horn of attack, and then everyone flees together..."