"Stubborn!"
No. 28 was so angry that she could lower her body to persuade him to surrender. In her opinion, it was an unprecedented and huge concession.
Yan Xing's shameless words and lack of knowledge made her feel that her dignity was being challenged.
"Hmph! Yan Xing, your life-saving ability is incredible, but your subordinates are very weak. Can you protect their lives?"
"These little guys were so loyal to you, it would be a pity to die."
No. 28 looked fiercely, then turned to look at No. 7, and clapped her hands. She couldn't stand Yan Xing's high-spirited attitude, and expected to see the pain on his face.
The emphasis on love and righteousness is also a bad habit of these civilizations.
No. 7 nodded numbly, then his eyes flickered, and he quietly activated his hidden secret hand.
"Ah! Ah——"
The seven people in the night all trembled and fell to their knees in extreme pain. Their expressions were ferocious, their eyes were about to burst, and wisps of wriggling black light emerged from the depths of their eyes, rapidly eroding the whites of their eyes.
As the blackness expands, the glory is dissipating, the sanity is being lost, and the aura becomes weird.
"Ye, Lord Night, hurry, hurry up!"
"Ah! Sir! Kill me, please kill me! Hohohoho——"
The pain was so intense that even the True Immortal giant wailed for it, heartbreakingly wishing for death.
"Teacher, senior brother, I, I'm so cold..."
Xiaoxiao Hongchen's body was trembling, his face was pale, and his eyes were gradually being swallowed by darkness, and the last bit of divine light was about to dissipate.
"Junior sister!
"
"kill--"
Weiyuan's eyes were wide open, he stood up forcefully, raised his fists, squeezed Chaos in his hands, and gathered all his strength to blast at the formation barrier.
Boom!
Trembling and roaring, the radiance of destruction rose, but the barrier created by the Holy Realm was so tough that it resisted such a violent blow without any damage.
"Huh? What a strong will!"
No. 28's eyes showed surprise, and he glanced at Weiyuan in surprise. A mere tenth level person could actually achieve such an extent.
"Sir Night Lord, I'm sorry, please don't hold back and kill us!
"
Weiyuan's last strength was exhausted and he fell to the ground, as if he had guessed what these enemies were going to do. He gathered up the last bit of strength and turned his eyes to look at Xiaoxiao Hongchen, his junior sister, and the others. Their eyes were filled with darkness and they stood there blankly.
"I'm sorry, Master. My disciple made a mistake and failed to protect my little junior sister. I'm sorry..."
Before he finished speaking, the last sparkle in Weiyuan's eyes dissipated, and he stood up with a dull look on his face, staring at Yan Xing in the distance with cold eyes.
"You guys really have no lower limit."
Yan Xing sighed softly, shook his head, and looked at No. 28 and others with extremely indifferent eyes. He swore that he would kill these guys with his own hands, for sure!
"Lower limit?"
"Haha, hahahaha, Yan Xing, let me see where your lower limit is and whether you have the heart to slaughter your own subordinates!"
"Go! Kill him—"
With an order on the 28th, the formation barrier immediately collapsed, like a ferocious beast coming out of its cage. At night, the seven people used all their means to attack Yan Xing.
For the first time, they displayed all the power of true immortals outside the inheritance stone tablet. With the blessing of external forces, they were much stronger than their peak state.
"Yan Xing, although these little guys are under control, they are still alive and their consciousness is awake..."
Poof!
Before No. 28 finished speaking, he froze and stared blankly into the distance. Yan Xing slapped a woman in a white dress and turned her into a meat pie. Blood was mixed with meat foam and spattered all over her body.
"Huh? What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly just now."
Yan Xing frowned, dug his ears with blood-stained fingers, and looked at No. 28 and others with a teasing look and a slightly crazy look.
"you,
You guy..."
boom!
Poof!
Katcha!
The hands raised and punched, and the feet kicked and slashed with axes. In an instant, the light dissipated, and all seven people in the night were killed. Each one could resist one and a half moves.
No matter how powerful they are, they are still only true immortals, and the gap between them and Yan Xing is too big. No. 28 also knew this. She did not hope that these people could cause harm to Yan Xing. She just wanted to vent her anger to make Yan Xing suffer and break his state of mind.
But it was obvious that her plan failed. The other party was as emotionless as them.
The seven people in the night died completely, even the soul particles were annihilated. Through the secret link of No. 7, we can clearly know this. They are indeed completely dead.
"If you have any other means or damaging moves, use them all!"
Yan Xing's body twisted, blood stains fell from the shock, drops of true immortal blood fell, and the terrifying mass tore apart the space, smashing holes with a diameter of tens of millions of kilometers in the sea of magma and fire.
no solution anymore……
There is only one treasure that can be used.
If you still can't kill Yan Xing, you can only wait and wait for Master No. 3's clone to wake up.
"Hmph! Yan Xing, do you dare to take this sword?"
No. 28 crossed his hands, clenched his right hand tightly, and slowly pulled out a long sword from the light group. Its color is ever-changing, as if it is made up of endless entanglements of colorful light, exuding an elusive atmosphere like a dream.
destiny!
destiny!
Yan Xingtong's eyes trembled, and his vision changed uncontrollably and fell into the countless rays of light that formed the blade. Suddenly, he saw a picture, which was the lament of many civilizations, the last swan song, endless creatures rushing towards the end of destruction.
call! call--
Yan Xing came back to his senses, panting heavily, his eyes showing exhaustion, and unknowingly, his back was soaked with sweat.
"This sword is called [Final Sword of Destiny]."
"After the great cleansing of civilization, endless creatures that are destined to perish are collected and created to collect their final destiny."
No. 28 stretched out his hand to touch the blade of the sword, his eyes filled with confusion. This long sword has a long history. It was born in the very beginning. It has harvested one civilization after another and witnessed the death of countless creatures.
Those who are struck by this sword will suffer the fate of endless beings and will eventually be destroyed.
No matter how powerful Yan Xing is, is his weight still inferior to the remnants of so many civilizations?
The ultimate eraser. If erasure from the information level doesn't work, then use a completely different force. If you use another method, the result may be completely different.
"The sin deserves death..."
"Um?"
No. 28 frowned slightly, Yan Xing's murmur was too weak, and even she couldn't hear it clearly.
"I say, you guys deserve death! What sword of fate? This is the sword that records your sins!"
Yan Xing took a deep breath, and his eyes became extremely solemn. No matter how many destructions were mentioned, no matter how many civilizations were destroyed, the perception was one-sided, and the description in words was pale and weak, and could not describe the tragic accident at all.
In the scene just now, he witnessed the destruction of many civilizations "with his own eyes", revealing the suffocating despair, pain, anger, sadness...
It was so real, so relatable, that kind of depression made him breathless.
"enough!"
"Sin? A worm is worthy of judging us. Accept your fate! This is your fate. You will eventually perish. This is the fate you can never change!"
"Yan Xing, you have failed."
Seeing Yan Xing's current state on the 28th, strong confidence suddenly arose in his heart, and the previous uncertainty disappeared. Since he was disturbed by fate after just one glance, it means that he is not immune to this power.
[In view of the general environment,
How could he survive if he was struck by a sword?
"kill--"
Buzz! Clang!
Even if you are dead and civilization has come to an end, you will still be squeezed out of value and turned into a sharp weapon in the hands of the executioner!
How sad is this?
Yan Xing's expression was complicated. He did not choose to dodge. It was exactly the same as the feeling given to him by the eraser. This was also an unavoidable attack.
puff!
No. 28 stood still and stabbed out with a sword. At an extremely long distance away, Yan Xing's body trembled violently, and a colorful and shining sword tip slowly emerged from the center of his eyebrows.
This sword comes from the mind, from the memory. As long as you see the [Final Sword of Destiny] or learn of its existence, you will never be able to avoid its piercing.
The ends of the earth and the ends of the earth can be cut with one sword.
boom--
"Ahhh!
"
Yan Xing stretched out his limbs and roared to the sky. Dense threads of fate spewed out from his seven orifices, and then countless more threads penetrated every inch of skin, extending and spreading, and the light and shadow overlapped brightly.
At this moment, Yan Xing's fate was forcibly connected with the creatures in many civilizations that were headed for destruction. The endless tide of fate pushed him to fall into the abyss of ultimate destruction.
Every thread of fate took away a part of Yan Xing. His body gradually became transparent and more illusory, like light and shadow, as fragile as a bubble.
Wave!
Yan Xing was shattered, and his figure disappeared in the endless threads of fate, leaving only a bright and colorful brilliance that lingered in the dark void for a long time.
No. 28 withdrew his long sword, his body went limp and he almost fell over, his face turned frighteningly white.
"OK, successful!?"
No. 13 had a solemn look on his face. He tapped his eyebrows with his sword finger, and his senses spread to the extreme. After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes and nodded.
"His breath has completely disappeared."
"However, whether the opponent has been killed or not, we have to wait for news from the outside world and confirm the existence of Yama."
The weirdness that Yan Xing showed before really made them afraid. Even if he used the Sword of Destiny, they couldn't guarantee 100% that the other party would definitely die.
"You are right, but I don't think he can withstand the sword of fate's strike!"
No. 28 glanced at the sword in her hand with a confident expression. As a sword holder, she could clearly sense how the opponent was falling into the abyss of death little by little.
Yan Xing, dead.
She believed it.
