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[Exchange items: Paladin's Sword, Paladin's Shield, Hurricane Origin.
[You will gain the power of three major authority fragments, the time limit is two minutes, the time starts: 01.58
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The golden armor on Zhai Cai's body disintegrated and disappeared. Then,
A ray of celestial light descended from an infinite height.
In the skylight, there fell a heavy brass shield, a simple cross sword, and a ball of miniature green wind.
The brass shield and the cross straight sword fell into Chuocai's hands, and the miniature hurricane merged into his body.
In an instant, the energy bursting out from this dying body was like a resurrected god or an awakened beast.
The pressure he exuded alone was enough to annihilate the wolves one by one.
The illusion of the snowfield was crumbling, like a flickering TV screen.
Zhai Cai held a sword and shield in his hand. A gust of wind blew on his feet and lifted him up. Standing on his elbows, he lost all his cynical and exaggerated appearance, like a real knight.
He stood in the air holding a sword in one hand, and a majestic voice came out of his throat. "In the name of the Knights, I declare that the rules of this battle are that no illusions are allowed."
The illusion of the snowfield collapsed and turned back into a barren desert. The dark stars in the sky hung quietly, and the figure of the Southern Phantom God was outlined in the air.
The sudden change made the Southern Phantom God feel more pressured. He did not expect that the sole knight of the Holy See actually had such a terrible trump card.
However, as a phantom god, he would never let his emotions control his reason. The borrowed power was amplified by time and formation. As long as he could hold on for two or three minutes, the opponent would surely die.
The Southern School's Illusionary God immediately manipulated Zhai Cai's emotions and used language to induce her: "You think you can save them by sacrificing yourself. The power of the borrowed blade is borrowed after all. It can't kill a real demigod."
"You think you can gain results by giving up your life. Don't be foolish. Even if the six formations are broken, there are still five. The Lord of the Sun will surely 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 demigod that I will guide your companions to the right path and become believers of the gods. They can live."
"I admit that you are very strong now, so I am willing to compromise. This is the true meaning of your sacrifice."
These voices are the most terrifying devil sounds in the world that can arouse people's inner demons and bewitch their wills, deliberately targeting Zhai Cai's character weakness of not wanting to sacrifice.
Although Zhai Cai is a demigod, he does not have the power to suppress his emotions. He remained silent, his face showing pain, entanglement, and hesitation.
At this moment, the words of his late teacher rang in his mind: As long as you have a heart that dares to sacrifice, you can cut steel.
All the chaotic emotions disappeared and his consciousness was clearer than ever. Zhai Cai continued to announce in a majestic voice: I declare in the name of Knight, the rules of this battle are that no Void is allowed, no Shadow Roar, no dream jumping, and no emotional manipulation.
I don't know if my sacrifice is of any use, my death today,
Not for companions, nor for the Lord of the Sun, but for protection, to protect order, to protect life, in the name of knight.
The solemn and sacred brass light is on, and rules are established in the dark!
Then, Zhai Cai stretched out his hand, aimed at the Southern School Phantom God from a distance, and raised his hand suddenly.
"Woo woo, hurricanes rose from the ground, wrapped in wind blades, like the most terrifying reamer in the world.
The entire instance was filled with terrifying hurricanes. Seeing this, the Southern Phantom God, who was surrounded by the hurricanes, had no choice but to break the rules set by the Knights and cast the "Nothingness" skill to make the hurricanes disappear out of thin air.
As if Zhai Cai had been waiting for this opportunity, he flew up with the Knight's Sword in hand, higher and higher, a strong light burst out in the air, and a solemn and majestic voice echoed throughout the entire copy: "Violators,
You should be beheaded."
He raised his sword high and slashed down with all his might.
The brass sword light is like the tide.
The blade roared like a waterfall and hit the Southern Phantom God.
The Southern Phantom God calmly moved the stars in the sky, causing them to shed endless spiritual power, which swarmed into his body.
His aura rose steadily, and high mountains appeared one after another, rivers appeared out of thin air, and forests fell from the sky, forming a vast, boundless, and vibrant illusion world that swallowed up the sword light falling like a waterfall from the sky.
While trying to manipulate Zhai Cai's emotions, he found that her consciousness was as hard as the hardest iron in the world.
This is the determination to die. There is no will more resolute and fearless than this.
With a bang, the sword light tore through the illusion world, and both returned to nothingness at the same time.
"Those who violate the rules shall be beheaded." The single knight's second sword slashed down immediately. The first sword slashed at the prohibition of casting the void, and the second sword slashed at the prohibition of using the illusion.
The Southern School of Illusion used the same old trick again, weaving a fantasy world full of vitality, trying to swallow up the sword light.
At this time, the Three Mountain Goddesses flew straight across the sky like a golden meteor rising against the sky.
The meteor crashed into the dark star.
It suddenly expanded and turned into a golden sun, blocking the stars.
All of a sudden, the spiritual energy that permeated the copy dissipated, and the Southern School Phantom God seemed to have been severely cut.
The aura suddenly dropped, and once it lost its amplification, the brass sword light like a waterfall broke through the illusion and engulfed the Southern School Illusion God. The weak illusionist turned to ashes on the spot.
When the sword light subsided, the Southern Phantom God stood in the air intact, but in the form of his primordial spirit.
Zhai Cai once again issued a decree in a dignified tone: "I declare in the name of the Knight that it is forbidden to appear in the form of a primordial spirit in this battle."
The brass light spread and rules were established in the dark. Black smoke rose from the Southern Phantom God, as if he was suppressed by the rules, and his soul suffered a blow and almost collapsed.
First he was burned by the flames of the Red Sun Executioner, and then he was pierced twice by the Demon-Subduing Pestle. His condition was already not good, and his spirit was already weak without the amplification of the formation.
Fortunately, this force failed to kill him and gradually subsided.
However, Zhai Cai used this to gain the rule amplification... His aura surged, and he took a step forward, launching a punishment: "Violators will be killed!"
A sword slashed down,
The brilliant sword light was impossible to avoid.
The soul of the Southern Phantom God was struck.
This is different from the previous attack on the physical body. This time it is aimed at the soul. The knight's punishment is a 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 is bound to come, no matter what form it is. The soul of the Southern School Phantom God melted in the brass sword light. This powerful man who had been dominating for sixty years, this illusionist at the pinnacle of his profession, finally couldn't control himself, and let out a shrill, unwilling roar.
A black crystal fell from the sky.
The crystals continuously emit gray energy substances, which fill the air and form an illusion of desert snowfields, forests, mountains, steel cities...
This is a demigod item, a phantom god has completely fallen.
The Sandaoshan Goddess emerged from the dark star and a hint of relief appeared on her cold face. She looked at the single-transmitter knight.
Jiang Yu'er 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 had finally reached his destination after a long journey. Then he looked down at Xiahou Aotian and revealed his signature provocative smile.
"See? This is the protagonist!" Xiahou Aotian's nose felt sore and he was about to speak when he saw Zhai Cai's body disintegrate and turn into ashes.
The moment Uranus' head was separated from his neck, the King of Evil Eyes, with his body burning in flames, suddenly pounced towards the King of Fear.
Death strikes back!
The Lord of Terror calmly stepped back and held out the Flaming Sword.
puff!
The blazing Chang sword pierced into Moxian's body, and this was exactly what he wanted.
The Demon Eye King stretched out his four remaining arms, firmly grasping the Liang Yi Demon Blade and the Xuan Shui Feng Lei Sword, and the muscles of his half-carbonized arms bulged.
With two "cracks", the Liangyi Demon Blade and the Xuanshui Wind and Thunder Sword broke at the same time.
The King of Fear kicked the King of Evil Eyes away, and he turned into a black shadow and disappeared at the end of the horizon.
The body, which had already been riddled with holes, fell heavily to the ground and never stood up again.
The head of the Demon Eye, which was held by the King of Fear, opened its mouth and uttered a hoarse and deep voice, "My mission has been accomplished!"
Then, the head began to disintegrate at the cellular level, dissolving bit by bit into a foul-smelling black substance.
The Demon God's Will time limit has expired!
The price of using this power is eternity!
What is eternity? Death is eternity.
In a trance, the King of Evil Eyes returned to the orphanage in the north. The children ran over and surrounded him with laughter.
He saw Yuanshi Tianzun outside the crowd. He said sadly, "I'm sorry. I tried my best."
Yuanshi Tianzun smiled and said, "You have done a good job. Leave the task of cleansing the world to me. This is our belief! Demon Eye, it's time for you to go home."
go home.
The King of Evil Eyes turned his head and looked around, and saw the lonely building standing in the ruins. He saw a young couple standing outside the building, and they were smiling, just like everything in the orphanage back then.
The Demon Eye King looked around in astonishment and found that he had turned into that somewhat withdrawn child again.
"Are you back?" The woman smiled lovingly.
At this moment, my chest seemed to be filled with something and tears welled up in my eyes.
The King of Demon Eyes ran towards them eagerly, and running past the ruins in front of the door was like running through a long period of time.
He threw himself into his mother's arms, Dad and Mom, I'm 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 appeared!
The hair of the Fearful King stood on end, and he felt a great sense of crisis. Without thinking, he instinctively wanted to control the Yin-Yang Magic Blade and the Mysterious Water Wind-Thunder Sword, but then he remembered that the two swords had been broken by the Demon Eye King.
It turned out that the final counterattack of the Demon Eye King was to pave the way for Fu Qingyang. With Fu Qingyang's status, he could not avoid or resolve the power of the two rule-based props.
With two swords in hand, Fu Qingyang would be like a fish on the chopping board.
In a hurry, the King of Fear twisted her tired body, and she used eight weapons to strike back at the same time!
The sharp sound of metal collision tore the eardrums.
The eight weapons hit not the weapons, but the sword fingers.
Fu Qingyang appeared behind him at some point...using his fingers as swords and attacking him from behind.
The sword energy gushing out from the sword finger collided with the eight weapons, forming two arc-shaped air boundaries, and light and air waves boiled and flashed at the contact points.
After blocking Fu Qingyang's sneak attack, the King of Fear felt relieved, his belly button opened and he spoke in human language, smiling and saying, "What's going on?"
I feel like I can be a fisherman while the snipe and the clam are fighting. Even if I am weak, I am still a demigod after all."
While speaking, he was somewhat surprised. Through contact, he found that Fu Qingyang's sword finger was not as powerful as he had imagined, which should not have made his hair stand on end.
"It's just the opening move." Fu Qingyang had a blank expression on his face. The strong wind blew his hair, and his short ponytail flew wildly. His black hair turned white, and in the blink of an eye, his hair was full of white.
The sword energy spurting out from the fingertips instantly increased several times, and the light and air waves boiled even more violently.
The sword energy advanced one foot forward and pierced into the chest of the King of Fear amidst the attack of eight weapons.
This sword is neither too early nor too late, just the right time to kill you!
This is the moment Fu Qingyang was waiting for.
If you use the sword move that burns your lifespan too early, you won't be able to kill the King of Fear. If you use it too late, his injuries will recover and you won't be able to kill him.
A shrill scream rang out from the throat of the King of Fear. The sword energy seemed to be poisoned, and it felt as if his soul was hit by a sword. The pain was far greater than that of his body.
The King of Fear's feet sank into the sand, his knees slightly bent.
He leaned forward in a wrestling posture, and only then did he avoid having his eight weapons shattered by the terrifying sword energy.
The reason why it did not retreat or dodge was that 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 instantly.
The King of Fear had no energy left to use Sichuan's Thousand Jin Skill at this time. He could only barely fight back even with all his strength.
At this moment,
The fear in the King of Fear's heart quietly grew. He felt threatened, a powerful threat, from the sword force that Fu Qingyang unleashed.
"Burn your lifespan..." The King of Fear looked at the white-haired Fu Qingyang and cracked his lips with difficulty, "Fu Qingyang, you are a paranoid person. You are also paranoid in sword practice. Only you can study this unorthodox sword method!"
His muscles bulged like earthworms, and his eight arms half clamped and half blocked the sword energy, pushing Fu Qingyang's sword energy out bit by bit.
Fu Qingyang said coldly, "People like you and Fu Qingxuan who are extremely talented have many ways to strengthen themselves, but for me, only by risking everything can I reach the pinnacle! I just chose the dumbest path that none of you would take."
After saying this, his plump skin instantly became loose, wrinkled, and covered with age spots.
His body quickly withered, like an old man on his last legs. Brilliant sword light gushed out from his fingertips. The sword energy was like a high-pressure water gun, piercing through the chest of the King of Fear in an instant.
Spreading out for dozens of miles behind him, this noble young man from a prominent family ignited his pride and life span, transforming them into an unparalleled sharp sword.
A large, transparent hole appeared on the chest of the King of Fear. The most fatal part was his soul. The sword energy contained the power of shock and killed and cut off his soul.
The King of Fear let out a shrill roar, and the soul in his body was quickly annihilated. Before that, Fu Qingyang's life had come to an end. He lowered his head and looked deeply at the traces left after the King of Evil Eyes disappeared.
Sadness flashed in his eyes, and he raised his gradually dimming gaze to look at the blood-red sky. His gaze seemed to penetrate the void and look at somewhere, and his clenched left hand loosened.
A piece of yellow talisman paper reads: Except for you who is covered with three feet of snow, who in the world is worthy of me?
In his life, he went from the bottom to the top, from the extraordinary to the extreme of honor and disgrace, and he never retreated. Fu Qingyang closed his eyes calmly.
The center of the main array was about to fall into the black hole, when suddenly the entire copy shook violently, and the terrible vortex in the suction force weakened at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At the same time, the two Golden Crows, trapped in the black hole and unable to break free, re-established contact with the origin of the sun.
Zhang Yuanqing suddenly raised his head and looked towards the sky, as if he felt something, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.
He immediately suppressed his emotions and said loudly, "Come back."
The Golden Crow cried out and broke free from the black hole essence and returned to its origin as the Great Sun.
"The stars' offense and defense have changed." The sun above Zhang Yuanqing's head burst into a strong golden light.