"No!!"
"I will not lose!"
At the critical moment of life and death, Yashen Wufeng screamed to the sky, and the endless sword energy around him was boiling. The huge sword light that stood upright in the sky and the earth clanged and broke free, brilliant and dazzling !
"Ya Shen Xu! I still have one last sword! Either you die or I die!"
"God's will... cut like a sword!"
God's will cut like a sword!
Incarnate God's will, the sword and the sky are united!
I will be the sword of the sky!
The ultimate killing move of the Qianqiu Bashen Sword was finally performed by Yashen Wufeng at this moment, and he kowtowed to the Qiangu Divine Emperor of Ye Wuque three times!
Yashen Wufeng and the sword are one, melting all his essence, energy, and spirit into this sword. Under the cover of the crisis of death, he cut out the most peak and most amazing sword in his life! The
Heavenly Sword broke through the air and cut the sky!
Endless sword energy boiled, the sword light shone in the sky, the speed was extremely fast, soaring into the sky, trying to cut Ye Wuque!
However, the next moment!
The Heavenly Sword that was powerful enough to roll back the starry sky suddenly stagnated in the void!
Not only the sword light, but all the sword intent, sword light, and sword momentum, including the Eight Gods Wufeng who was integrated with the Heavenly Sword, all solidified inexplicably!
Abrupt! Weird!
Crackling...
Then, the roar resounded, and under the horrified eyes of all the Eight Gods elders on the altar, they saw that the Heavenly Sword, which was tens of thousands of meters long, began to break into pieces from the blade, and turned into ashes bit by bit!
In the end, the Heavenly Sword disappeared completely, revealing the Eight Gods Wufeng!
At this moment, the Eight Gods Wufeng froze in the void, holding the Thousand Tyrant Sword in his right hand, still maintaining the posture of drawing the sword, like a sculpture, staring at Ye Wuque opposite him, with a very strange expression on his face. With
a clang, the Thousand Tyrant Sword also broke into pieces and disappeared with the wind!
At this time, Ye Wuque was slowly getting up, expressionless, with a cold and deep gaze. The God Emperor behind him made a deafening roar, and also stood up, still standing behind Ye Wuque, dominating the world, the only one who is supreme!
"Good... good... a thousand... ancient God Emperor... three... kowtows..."
A staccato voice suddenly sounded from the mouth of Yashen Wufeng. He slowly put down his right arm that was holding the knife, and simply stood in the void, staring at Ye Wuque, with a strange and complex expression on his face, as if he was unwilling, and regretful, and finally completely solidified.
Crack!
The next moment, Yashen Wufeng seemed to be a porcelain that fell to the ground, and hideous and terrible cracks appeared all over his body, and then continued to spread, expand, and cover his whole body!
With a bang, Yashen Wufeng finally exploded on the spot, exploded into ashes, and disappeared with the wind, without even a hair left, and died without a complete corpse!
Ye Wuque knelt down and knelt to death!
Between heaven and earth, there was a dead silence!
Above the void, only Ye Wuque was left standing alone.
All the young descendants of the Eight Gods Clan were killed, not one was left alive!
It can be said that one of the two major goals of Ye Wuque's infiltration into the Eight Gods Clan... exterminating the young generation of the Eight Gods Clan has been successfully completed! However
, at this moment, Ye Wuque's eyes still stayed on the place where the Eight Gods Wufeng disappeared, and his eyes flickered slightly.
"In his thirties, he has reached the limit of the peak general. Even if he was taken to the star field battlefield outside the Yuanyang Ancient Realm, this Eight Gods Wufeng can be regarded as an outstanding genius. He has made a breakthrough in the battle and pushed the Thousand Autumn Overlord Sword to the state of great perfection."
Although the entire Eight Gods rebel clan is a must-kill target in Ye Wuque's eyes, this does not prevent Ye Wuque from praising the Eight Gods Wufeng from another perspective. This is not contradictory.
"Unfortunately, the cultivation is still not enough after all, and it is impossible to exert the true power of the Thousand Autumn Overlord Sword's ultimate killer move, 'Heaven's Will Like a Knife'."
Ye Wuque had no expression on his face, but his heart was clear and he saw through everything.
Except for the general outline of the mysterious art of immortality and immortality, and the supreme divine transformation of the only one, every kind of combat magic recorded in the Summoning God Code is equal in terms of power and potential.
In other words, although the Eight Gods Wufeng died in the hands of Ye Wuque, it does not mean that the Heaven's Will Like a Knife is really weaker than the Three Kowtows of the Eternal God Emperor. It all depends on the individual's own cultivation and attainments, as well as the performance and display on the spot.
If Ye Wuque were to use the Heaven's Will Like a Knife at this moment, the power that could be exerted would be another earth-shattering scene!
In short, the defeat of the Eight Gods Wufeng was all because of his insufficient cultivation and strength.
Ye Wuque retracted his gaze and looked at the precious medicine Linghe, where Feng Caichen had been for some time.
"Anyway, one of the goals of this trip has been completed, so next we will see if we can continue to deceive the world and take back the Summoning God Code left to me by my father from the Eight Gods!" When
he thought of this, a sharp light flashed in the depths of Ye Wuque's eyes!
This time, he used the Corpse God Reincarnation Technique to sneak into the Eight Gods. His biggest goal was to summon the God Canon. Killing the younger generation of the Eight Gods was secondary.
Now that one goal was achieved, he naturally began to think about the next thing.
"The effect of this Corpse God Reincarnation Technique is indeed mysterious and amazing. Coupled with my deliberate imitation and concealment, no one in the entire Eight Gods Clan can recognize it, not even that Eight God Qingtian. But the next thing..."
"The so-called transmission of power by the Supreme Elder requires close contact, or even opening up everything about myself. In this case, that Elder Hong can completely detect everything in my body. No matter how magical the Corpse God Reincarnation Technique is, it cannot cover up the true situation in my body. This matter is a bit troublesome."
Ye Wuque's thoughts surged in his heart, but his face showed an arrogant, arrogant, and invincible expression, which belonged to the Eight Gods Xu.
Immediately, his body turned and looked directly at the altar, and his conceited voice rang out!
"Clan leader, elders, I think this clan competition should be over, right?"
On the altar, the elders of the Eight Gods were all frozen in place, with shock, disbelief, and almost identical expressions on their faces, their eyes still fixed on the void where the Eight Gods Wufeng was reduced to ashes, unable to come back to their senses for a long time!
Why?
Because everything happened too fast!
As the first prodigy of the young generation of the Eight Gods, Yashen Wufeng has been amazing since he was a child. He has made great progress all the way, overwhelmed his peers, and chased the elders. In the minds of all the high-level people of the Eight Gods, they have already established the consciousness that the young generation of Yashen Wufeng is invincible. It seems that they have already predicted that Yashen Wufeng will shine in the future and become the real top figure of the Eight Gods one day!
But now, Yashen Wufeng is dead!
Ashes and smoke, no bones left, it can be said that he died miserably!
This drastic difference between before and after made it almost impossible for all the elders of the Eight Gods to accept it in a short time!
Until Ye Wuque's voice exploded and echoed down, all the elders woke up from their dreams and came back to their senses one by one.
But after turning around, the expressions of these elders of the Eight Gods suddenly became extremely complicated, and they all looked at Ye Wuque who was independent in the void!
"Wufeng, Wufeng died just like that? He is the number one prodigy of our clan!"
An elder seemed to still be in disbelief, and spoke hesitantly, with a sense of unreality in his tone.
"This Yashen Xu, who rose suddenly and counterattacked, was able to get to this point and even killed Wufeng. He is simply, simply a monster!"
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"The Eternal God Emperor kowtows three times! He practiced the Eight Desolations and Six Combinations Emperor God Fist to the state of great perfection, and used the ultimate killing move of the Emperor God Fist to kill Wufeng! This boy must be... a monster!"
"Humph! The dead genius is just a waste, what kind of prodigy is he? Yashen Wufeng's skills are inferior to others, and he was slaughtered by Yashen Xu. He died well! He deserved to die! My Yashen clan only wants invincible descendants, not waste!"
An elder who believes in the iron-blooded law spoke coldly, with a cold and ruthless tone.
"Little bastard! This little bastard! Why didn't he die! Damn it! Damn it!!"
If you ask who among the elders of the Eight Gods Clan is the most angry, it must be the old woman who controls the Treasure Medicine Garden!
She originally hoped that Ye Wuque would be killed by Eight Gods Wufeng, and she would vent her anger, but now it is Eight Gods Wufeng who died, and from now on, the number one prodigy of the Eight Gods Clan has become Eight Gods Xu!
How can she not be angry?
For a moment, all the elders on the altar had complicated expressions and their thoughts surged. No one paid attention to Ye Wuque, and the scene was quite funny.
In the end, it was Elder Leng Jiu who walked out after a dry cough. The still shocked eyes looked at Ye Wuque in the void and slowly spoke.
"Eight Gods Xu, this time the clan will be big..."
Just as Elder Leng Jiu opened his mouth, at the same time!
Deep in the earth, in the dark red stone room, another violent and terrifying breath exploded!