The golden eyes looked at him calmly.
"Do you think that you can ask me to give up everything just because you have the identity of God?" Su Mingan said softly, "You hope that I can lead a longer and more fulfilling life. But some things are always more important than life. Once you abandon these things, you are just an animal."
He deflected the sword, and the edge flashed coldly.
"Will this help you?" Shen Ming'an looked puzzled, and even pressed his right cheek closer to the sword: "Even if you cut off my neck, what will happen?"
His attitude always gave people a feeling of contempt, as if he looked down on everyone. But in fact, He was just speaking normally.
"I want to take your head off and kick it like a ball." Su Mingan said.
"Like the one on your chest?" Shen Ming'an glanced at the bag on Su Ming'an's chest, with a few tufts of bloody golden hair sticking out.
"Like the one on your neck." Su Mingan moved his wrist.
Just a light sound, without much effort, just like a table knife cutting through a soft cream soufflé, along with thick and sticky golden cream, a white "soufflé" appeared on the sword.
The body under the "soufflé" was sitting quietly on the chair, revealing a bloody broken neck.
Su Ming'an held Shen'an's head in one hand. Shen'an's head was still blinking at him, and drops of blood flowed down along the broken cervical vertebrae.
"...I can't possibly make such a vow." Su Ming'an said: "What you said makes sense. But at least for me now...some things are indeed more important than life."
Shenming An lowered his eyelids and sighed:
"……All right."
"World Tree, I have advised him."
"I've tried everything, soft and hard. I can't change his mind. Just do it yourself."
Su Mingan was stunned.
Suddenly, loud rumbling sounds were heard all around.
Countless crystal-colored branches and leaves rushed towards Su Mingan, with the tips flashing cold light.
With a "Swish!", a branch pierced Su Ming'an's shoulder. In an instant, a large number of branches rushed up and squeezed into his wound frantically.
The crystal-colored branches and leaves eagerly absorbed blood, like wriggling pythons, and instantly turned bright red.
…It turns out that the World Tree was not dormant, but was secretly waiting for a sneak attack.
"Ouch!" Black Flame bit the branches, but it posed no threat at all and was almost crushed into a black cat cake by the branches that followed.
Su Mingan moved his fingers slightly, and the five floating cannons behind him quickly merged into a transparent cannon floating in the air. Thick blue-purple plasma gathered at the muzzle and spewed out in an instant, exploding into a firework that shattered in an instant!
"boom--!!!"
The majestic blue-purple and orange-red colors intertwined, and the impact blew away the sugar jar beside it, and a fierce storm arose. A spark burned Su Mingan's white hair, and the fire spread in an instant. Even if he cut off the hair in time, a large piece of white hair still fell to the ground.
Now, Su Liujin doesn't need to cut her hair anymore, it's completely short.
Su Mingan took a few steps back and looked at Shen Mingan:
"——God! I extend an invitation to you from the tower!"
In an instant, a deep blue barrier suddenly rose up and surrounded the two of them. The World Tree knocked frantically outside the barrier, but could not break in.
The head of the god An bounced a few times like jelly and returned to his neck. He stretched out his hands and with a few "clicks", he put the head back in place.
"Tower invitation." Shen Ming An looked at the blue barrier around him and said, "This should be your most magical skill. Ignoring your status and combat power, you can directly initiate a 1v1 duel. No one else can intervene... Even the World Tree can't do anything to you now."
Su Mingan held the sword horizontally with the tip pointing forward.
Blood flowed down his shoulders, his collarbone was covered with hole-like wounds, and the dizziness of blood loss lingered in his mind.
Now, the ranking in his mind has become: Supreme Lord>> God's Peace> Lord of the End of All Things> World Tree. The further back you go, the less valuable you become.
"You don't have to stay in Luowasha." The god An stretched out his right hand, and a golden sword gradually formed in his palm: "Your original master - Si Que Olivers is still alive. This is the responsibility of him and many creators."
"I don't exist to save you." Su Ming'an said: "-I exist to save ourselves."
"You want to live, and I want you to live too." The god An said, "Why can't you swear to me?"
"Because your 'alive' and my 'alive' are not the same concept." Su Mingan slashed with his sword!
"clang--!"
A crisp impact sound.
An identical sword of Alman caught his sword.
The white hair of both parties, one long and one short, fluttered in the strong wind.
Su Ming'an's blood-stained robe and the god An Suya's solemn white robe flowed in the golden-red gelatinous light like flowing clouds.
The god Ming'an did not use any divine power, but only used the abilities of Su Ming'an as a "human" to fight Su Ming'an.
Sword fighting is the oldest, most primitive, simplest and most solemn way of dueling.
It seems that in this way, their different souls can question and answer each other in the confrontation.
“You said - [The most ambiguous words sometimes have the most powerful influence.]” Shenming An swung his sword.
Since Su Ming'an had never learned swordsmanship, even as a god, he had no method in swinging the sword and relied entirely on the basic bonus of his profession.
The swordsmanship of both men was not up to par. They were very methodical and strict because of their profession. There was a chaotic banging of the swordsmen, just like a fight between students. The audience was stunned and the swordsmen almost vomited blood.
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