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The golden armor on Zhai Cai disintegrated and dissipated, and then,
A ray of skylight descended from nowhere high.
In the sky, a heavy brass shield, a simple straight cross sword, and a ball of cyan miniature wind fell down.
The brass shield and cross-straight sword fell next to Zhicai's hand, and the miniature hurricane merged into his body.
In an instant, the energy erupted from this dying body was like a resurrected god or an awakening giant beast.
Just the coercion it exuded caused the phantom wolves to be annihilated one by one.
The illusion of snowfields is shaky, like a TV with a flickering screen.
Zhai Cai held his sword and shield, and a gust of wind lifted him up on his feet. Standing on his elbows, he lost all his cynical exaggeration and looked like a real knight.
He stood in the void with a sword in one hand, and a majestic voice came from his throat. "In the name of Qi Tu, I declare that the rules of this battle are that illusions are not allowed."
The illusion of the snowfield collapsed and returned to a barren desert. The dark stars in the sky hung quietly, and the figure of the Southern Illusion God was outlined in the sky.
The sudden change put the Southern Illusion God under great pressure. He did not expect that the Holy See's single passer Qi Tu actually hid such a terrifying trump card.
However, as an illusory god, he will never let his emotions control his reason. The borrowed power is time and formation amplification. As long as he resists for two or three minutes, the opponent will definitely die.
The Southern Illusion God immediately manipulated Zhai Cai's emotions and cooperated with the verbal inducement: "You think you can save them by sacrificing yourself. The power of the borrowed blade is borrowed after all, and you cannot kill a real demigod."
"You think you can get results by throwing away your life. Don't be stupid. Even if the six formations are destroyed, there will still be five. The Lord of the Sun will definitely die. You just sacrificed in vain."
"You only have a few minutes, can you really kill me?" Give up,
As long as you give up, I swear in the name of the demigods to lead your companions to the right path and become believers of the gods. They can survive."
"I admit that you are very strong now, so you are willing to compromise. This is the true meaning of your sacrifice."
These sounds are the most terrifying demonic sounds in the world. They can evoke people's inner demons and confuse people's will, deliberately targeting Zhai Cai's character weakness of unwillingness to sacrifice.
Although Zhai Cai was a demigod, he did not have the power to suppress his emotions. He remained silent, with a look of pain, confusion and hesitation on his face.
At this time, the words of his late teacher rang in his mind: As long as you have a heart that dares to sacrifice, you can cut through steel.
All the chaotic emotions disappeared, and his consciousness became clearer than ever before. Zhai Cai's majestic voice continued to announce: In the name of Qitu, I declare that the rules of this battle are not to use virtualization, shadow roar, or dream jumping. No emotional manipulation.
I don’t know if my sacrifice is of any use. My death today,
Not as a companion, nor as the lord of the sun, but to protect, protect order, and protect life, in the name of a knight.
The solemn and sacred brass light lights up, and rules are established in the dark!
Then, Zhai Cai stretched out his hand, pointed it at the Southern Illusion God from afar, and raised his hand fiercely.
"Woo, hurricanes rose from the ground, wrapped in wind blades, like the most terrifying reamers in the world.
The entire dungeon was filled with terrible hurricanes. Seeing that the Southern Fantasy God was surrounded by hurricanes, he could only break the rules set by Qi Tu and use the "Void" skill to make the hurricanes disappear out of thin air.
Zhai Cai seemed to be waiting for this opportunity. He held the knight's straight sword and flew higher and higher. A bright light burst out in the air. His majestic and solemn voice echoed throughout the copy: "Violators,
It should be beheaded.”
He held his straight sword high and cut it down with all his might,
The brass-colored sword light is like the ocean tide,
It was like a thundering waterfall crashing into the Southern Illusion God.
The Southern Illusion God calmly stirs up the stars in the sky, causing them to shed endless spiritual power, which swarms into the body.
His aura was rising steadily, and he transformed mountains one after another, rivers appeared out of thin air, and mountains and forests fell from the sky, forming a vast and vibrant illusory world that swallowed up the sword light falling like a waterfall from the nine heavens.
While trying to control Zhai Cai's emotions, he found that the other party's consciousness was as strong as the hardest iron in the world.
This is a will to die, and there is no will more firm and fearless than this.
With a bang, the sword light tore apart the illusory world, and both of them fell into nothingness at the same time.
"Anyone who violates this rule shall be killed." Shan Chuan Knight's second sword struck immediately. The first sword struck against the prohibition of the use of nothingness. The second strike struck against the prohibition of the use of illusion.
The Southern Illusion Gods repeated their old tricks, weaving a vibrant fantasy world in an attempt to swallow the sword light.
At this time, the Lady of Sandao Mountain flew straight across the sky, like a golden meteor flying up against the sky.
Meteors crash into dark stars,
Suddenly it expanded and turned into a golden sun, which blocked the stars.
Immediately, the spiritual energy that filled the dungeon dissipated, and the Southern Illusion God seemed to have been severely slashed.
The aura suddenly dropped, and as soon as it lost its amplification, the brass-colored sword light broke through the illusion, swallowing up the Southern Illusion God. The illusionist, who was in pain and weak, was wiped out on the spot.
When the sword light subsided, the Southern Illusion God stood intact in the air, but in the form of a soul.
Zhai Cai once again spoke in a majestic tone and only issued an order: "In the name of the knight, I declare that it is forbidden to appear in the form of the soul in this battle."
The brass light spreads and rules are established. The Southern Illusion God rises in bursts of black smoke, as if it is suppressed by the law. The soul is hit and almost collapses.
First, he was burned by the flames of the Red Sun Punisher, and then pierced by the demon pestle twice. His condition was not good, and his soul was already weak after losing the amplification of the formation.
Fortunately, this force failed to kill him after all and slowly subsided.
However, Zhai Cai used this to gain an increase in the rules... his aura surged, he took a step forward, and launched punishment: "violators will be killed!"
Cut down with a sword,
The brilliant sword light was in a posture where it was impossible to dodge,
Killed the soul of the Southern Illusion God.
This is different from the attack on the physical body just now. This time it is aimed at the soul. The knight's punishment is the rule. If the opponent is a physical body, the sword light will be aimed at the physical body.
If the opponent is a soul, then kill the soul! Punishment will inevitably come, no matter what form it is, the spirit of the Southern Illusion God melts in the brass-colored sword light. This strong man with a proud smile, this Illusion Technique
At the peak of his career as a teacher, he finally couldn't control himself. He let out a shrill scream and roared in frustration.
A black crystal fell from the sky.
The crystals continue to evaporate gray energy substances, filling the air to form an illusion of deserts, snowfields, forests, mountains, steel cities...
This is a demigod item. A fantasy god has completely perished.
The empress of Sandao Mountain showed a touch of relief on her cold face after leaving the dark star, and she looked at the single knight.
Jiang Yuyi and Xiahou Aotian also stared silently at the knight standing in the air, with some sadness in their eyes, as if they were waiting for a certain moment to come.
Zhai Cai exhaled forcefully like a traveler who has been on a long journey and finally reached the end. Then he lowered his head and looked at Xiahou Aotian, showing his signature shy smile.
"See, this is the protagonist!" Xiahou Aotian felt a sore nose and was about to speak when he saw Zhai Cai's body disintegrating and turning into pieces of fly ash.
The moment Qingyang's head came off his neck, the body of the Demon Eye King, burning with flames, suddenly rushed towards the Fear King.
Counterattack on the verge of death!
The King of Fear calmly retreated and held out the flaming sword.
puff!
The flaming sword pierced into Mo Xian's body, and this was exactly what he wanted.
The only four remaining arms of the Demon Eye King reached out to firmly hold the Liangyi Demonic Blade and Xuanshui Wind and Thunder Sword. The semi-carbonized arm muscles bulged.
With two "clicks", the Liangyi Magic Blade and Xuanshui Wind and Thunder Sword were broken at the same time.
The King of Fear flew up and kicked the body of the King of Demonic Eyes away, turning into a black shadow and disappearing at the end of the horizon.
The body, already riddled with holes, fell heavily into the distance and never stood up again.
The head of the Demon Eye, which was held by the King of Fear, opened its mouth, and a hoarse and low voice came out, "My mission has been completed!"
Then, the head began to disintegrate at the cellular level, gradually dissolving into a black substance that exuded evil.
The time limit for the will of the devil is up!
The cost of using this power is eternity!
What is eternity? Death is eternity.
In a daze, the Demon Eye King returned to the orphanage in the north. The children ran over and surrounded him with laughter and laughter.
He saw Yuanshi Tianzun outside the crowd, and he said sadly, "I'm sorry, I tried my best."
Yuanshi Tianzun raised a smile and said, "You have done a good job. Leave the task of cleaning the world to me. This is our belief! It's time for you to go home, Magic Eye."
go home.
The Demon Eye King turned his head and looked around, and saw the lone building standing among the ruins, and saw a young couple standing outside the building. They were smiling just like everything in the orphanage back then.
The Demon Eye King looked around in shock and found that he had become that somewhat lonely child again.
"Back?" The woman smiled lovingly.
At this moment, my chest seemed to be filled with something, and tears welled up in my eyes.
The Demon Eye King rushed towards them eagerly, running through the ruins in front of the door as if running through a long period of time.
He threw himself into his mother's arms, "Mom, Dad, I'm going home..."
The head of the Demon Eye King completely dissolved.
"And my mission has just begun!"
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Between heaven and earth, sword light suddenly rises!
King of Fear's hair stood on end, and he felt a huge sense of crisis. Without thinking, he instinctively wanted to control the Liangyi Demon Blade and Xuanshui Wind and Thunder Sword, but then he remembered that the two swords had been broken by the King of Demonic Eyes.
The final counterattack of the Demon Eye King turned out to be to pave the way for Fu Qingyang. Fu Qingyang's character could not avoid it and neutralized the power of the two rule-based props.
With two swords in hand, Fu Qingyang is the meat on the chopping board.
In a hurry, the King of Fear twisted her tired body, and she picked up eight weapons and struck back at the same time!
The sharp metal collision tore eardrums.
The eight weapons hit were not weapons, but sword fingers.
Fu Qingyang appeared behind him at some point... using his fingers as swords, he attacked from behind.
The sword energy spurting out from the sword finger offset the eight weapons, forming two arc-shaped air circles, with light flames and air waves boiling and flashing at the contact points.
After blocking Fu Qingyang's sneak attack, King of Fear felt slightly relieved. He opened his navel and spat out human words one after another, and said with a smile: "Why?
I feel like I can be a fisherman competing with snipe and clam. No matter how weak I am, I will still be a demigod."
While speaking, he was a little shocked. Through contact, he found that Fu Qingyang's sword finger was not as powerful as he imagined, and it shouldn't make his hair stand on end.
"It's just a hand gesture." Fu Qingyang's face was expressionless. The strong wind blew his hair, and the short ponytail flew wildly. Each black hair turned frost white, and in the blink of an eye, he had a head full of gorgeous hair.
The sword energy sprayed from the fingertips instantly increased several times, and the flames and air waves boiled even more fiercely.
The sword energy moved forward one foot, and was caught in the attack of eight weapons, piercing the chest of the King of Fear.
This sword will strike you either early or late!
Fu Qingyang was waiting for this moment.
The Shouyuan Burning Sword Move cannot kill the King of Fear if used early, and it will cause him to recover from his injuries if used too late, making it even more impossible to kill him.
The King of Fear let out a shrill scream, and the sword energy seemed to have been tempered with poison, making his soul feel as if he had been struck by a sword, and the pain far exceeded his physical body.
The King of Fear sinks his feet into the sand, and bends his knees slightly,
Leaning forward in a wrestling position, he barely managed to avoid having his eight weapons shattered by the terrifying sword energy.
The reason why it did not retreat or dodge was because Fu Qingyang's sword seemed to be motionless, but in fact it was extremely fast. Once he gave up the struggle, he would be pierced through instantly.
The King of Fear had no time left to use the Sichuan Thousand Thousand Categories at this time. He tried his best to fight, but he could only resist.
this moment,
The fear in the heart of the King of Fear quietly grew, and he felt a threat, a powerful threat, from Fu Qingyang's explosive sword power.
"Burning Shouyuan..." The King of Fear looked at the white-haired Fu Qingyang, and cracked his mouth with difficulty, "Fu Qingyang, you are a paranoid, paranoid in life. You are also paranoid in practicing swordsmanship. This kind of life-threatening sword does not follow the right path."
The law can only be studied if you are educated!"
The muscles all over his body were bulging with veins like earthworms, and his eight-armed weapons were half clamped and half blocking the sword energy, pushing Fu Qingyang's sword energy away bit by bit.
Fu Qingyang said coldly, "Those who are extremely talented like you and Fu Qingxuan have so many ways to strengthen themselves, but for me, the only way to reach the top is to make a desperate move... I just chose the stupidest path that you all disdain to take.
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As soon as he said that, his plump skin suddenly became saggy, wrinkled and covered with age spots.
His body quickly withered, like a waning old man. A brilliant sword light spurted out from his fingertips, and the sword energy was like a high-pressure water gun, instantly piercing the chest of the King of Fear.
Spreading for dozens of miles behind him, this noble son of a noble family ignited his pride and longevity, turning it into a peerless sharp sword.
A large transparent hole appeared in the chest of the King of Fear. The most deadly thing was the soul. This contained the power of shock and cut off his soul with sword energy.
The King of Fear let out a shrill roar, and the soul in his body was quickly annihilated. Before that, the life of his creator Fu Qingyang had come to an end. He lowered his head and looked deeply at the traces left after the King of Demonic Eyes melted.
Sadness flashed in his eyes, and he raised his gradually dimming eyes to look at the blood-red sky. His eyes seemed to be looking through the void to somewhere, and he loosened his clenched left hand.
A piece of yellow talisman paper reads: Except for the new three feet of snow in your body, who in the world is worthy of your own product.
In his life, he has never flinched from the trough to the peak, from extraordinary to extreme honor and disgrace. Fu Qingyang calmly closed his eyes.
The main formation was about to fall into the black hole, and suddenly the entire copy was shaken with a sudden suction force, and the terrifying whirlpool was weakening at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At the same time, the Twin Golden Crows, trapped in a black hole and unable to break free, reestablished contact with the source of the sun.
Zhang Yuanqing suddenly raised his head and looked towards the sky as if he had something in his heart, a hint of sadness flashed in his eyes.
He immediately suppressed his emotions in his heart and said loudly: "Come back."
The Golden Crow cries and breaks away from the black hole spirit and returns to the origin of the Great Yang.
"The stars have changed their offensive and defensive forms." The sun above Zhang Yuanqing's head burst into powerful golden light.