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boom!
The millstone of fate is turning again, and the grand and majestic atmosphere comes from the ancient destiny, but it has once again failed.
The ancient platinum long sword was easily dodged, and the blade was slightly twisted. Su Qinian's figure reappeared, with his eyes closed and his black hair scattered wantonly behind him. At this moment, Su Qinian had an aura that seemed to be absent. He is more reserved than before, as if he has really become an ordinary person, but a vigorous vitality seems to be integrated into his temperament, which is more than ten times stronger than before.
"Reunion of flesh and blood! This..."
"Legend has it that some quasi-kings are not yet truly supremely powerful, but their physical bodies have begun to transform. Rebirth by blood may not be possible yet, but the reunion of flesh and blood is just a matter of time. It can be said to be the first stage of rebirth by blood."
"Although the War Holy Body is powerful, it is only slightly better than the ordinary Holy Body. How can flesh and blood be reunited..."
Under the starry sky, many masters of the eight tribes were shocked and confused. This was beyond common sense and made them unimaginable. It was too outrageous. An earth-opening venerable whose real realm was no more than the fourth step of cultivation actually showed physical changes that only a quasi-king could achieve. This has to be frightening, the realm span is too big.
Only a few supreme experts noticed the word destiny mentioned by the middle-aged demon clan just now.
Starry sky battle stage.
The middle-aged demon tribe took a deep breath. He took a step forward and appeared above Su Qinian's head. The millstone of destiny surged in his arms and turned into a hundred feet high, like a sacred mountain. Thousands of destiny runes were written on the mountain. Emerging from above, the power of fate boils.
Immediately, the eyes of the middle-aged demon race sparkled, and the depressed temperament disappeared. Only the stern murderous intent was revealed, and he shouted: "You can escape for a while, but you can't escape for a lifetime. Under destiny, no one can escape suppression!"
Boom!
The hundred-foot-tall millstone of fate was like a mountain, and with the terrifying and ethereal aura of fate, it fell towards Su Qinian's head.
Ten feet, nine feet, eight feet...three feet, two feet, one foot...
The millstone of fate is like a mountain, and it can only be suppressed in a snap. Under the will of the middle-aged demon clan, a look of astonishment can't help but appear in the eyes. The opponent is motionless, like a stone statue. Soon, a cold light overflows from his eyes.
boom!
The next moment, he used the power of the extreme realm, and the millstone of fate roared. The ancient and majestic breath of fate flowed on the millstone, and seemed to turn into illusory chains, arriving first and wrapping around Su Qinian.
Shackles of fate!
A saint shouted in a low voice. It is said that the millstone of fate is accompanied by shackles. It is indeed true. This kind of extreme killing, under the holy realm, how many people can survive. Looking at the vast starry sky, after an era, I am afraid that they will be as few as morning stars.
The millstone of fate fell, just a short distance away. At this moment, Su Qinian's closed eyes opened.
boom!
The illusory shackles of fate were shattered, and a fist struck the sky like lightning, shaking the millstone of fate.
Bang!
Just like the divine bell of heaven being struck, the majestic impact sound resounded across the starry sky. The next moment, under the shocked eyes of many experts from the eight races, the mountain-like millstone of fate was thrown into the air, and the young successor to Suotian The battle blood is not visible, and the aura is restrained, but anyone can feel the terrifying blood flowing under his body.
"What!"
"impossible!"
Saints from seven clans exclaimed, unable to maintain their composure any longer. What kind of terrifying power of flesh and blood could shake the millstone of fate? In a situation where there is a clear gap in Taoism and enlightenment, the young descendant of Suotian and the millstone of fate must be Before it was crushed, it had undergone earth-shaking changes.
Bang!
Before everyone could come to their senses, Su Qinian stepped forward, following him like a shadow. On the starry sky battle stage, the light of his fist was like lightning, and it hit the millstone of fate again.
Boom!
His face turned pale, and the figure of the middle-aged demon clan trembled violently, and he staggered back. The power of this punch was so terrifying, it was like facing a wild ancient dragon. In addition, the fate of the opponent was blurry, and it was difficult to capture the situation between them. reverse.
"Fist of Destiny!"
Suddenly, the elder of the demon tribe took a breath. He embraced nothingness with his hands. The millstone of fate turned, condensed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and suspended between his fingers. Then, he made a fist seal with one hand, a simple and vicissitudes of life. The power of the fist was like the coming of God's will, and the solid millstone of fate turned on the edge of the fist, hitting Su Qinian in the chest.
Fist of Destiny!
There was a supremely powerful man whose face was moved and his eyes were frightened. The legendary forbidden boxing technique originated from a demon emperor who had been sleeping in recent times in the lineage of the demon clan's life-severing master. The ancient sky fist evolved to the end and once made all the emperors They all looked sideways, not expecting it to happen again today.
Suddenly he raised his head, and on the starry sky battle stage, Su Qinian raised his sword again. His eyes were solemn and pious. Just now, with the help of the millstone of fate, he used the light heart and the taboo of time to reflect the trajectory of his own destiny, and the eternal sword of time His predecessor was Xiu Ming. He used the power of the sword to pull his life away, hoping to break the shackles of his own destiny and detach himself from the outside world. Although he failed in the end, it also made the trajectory of his destiny blurred, making it difficult to control easily. Initially, he had some success. In order to escape from the long river of fate, this step can be said to be the most valuable step in the evolution of his life. If it were not for his enlightenment and transformation into a sword, and the achievement of the Holy Body of War, the first level of the divine hidden orifice would be opened, and his spiritual will would be strong. , if it were anyone else who dared to try this, he would probably die.
At this point, his understanding of the way of swords went a step further, and the eighth mysteries of the way of swords came into being.
The spirit of the way of swordsmanship, the spirit of immortality, the power of the sword is immortal, inherited from the seventh kind of mysterious immortality of the way of swordsmanship, and it also lies in the practitioners of the way of swordsmanship themselves.
Clang!
Su Qinian slashed his sword down, cutting through the void, drawing a trajectory that seemed to pierce the sky. This sword inherited his madness of daring to break his own destiny, seeking the path between life and death, fearlessly and daring to abandon himself. Dare to change the destiny!
Countless runes emerged in the palm of his hand. The number of light runes alone soared to five hundred thousand, and the number of time runes could reach one hundred thousand. Compared with before, it had increased several times. In just an instant, he It is equivalent to being born from death. In the midst of silence, there is no light and time, but he is born from death and finds the light and flowing years.
Time is immortal, and the way of swordsmanship has spirit!
The blending of three levels of Taoism and the combination of three levels of Taoism have fallen into the eyes of many supreme experts. Even if it is still not comparable to the fate millstone constructed with millions of fate runes, it is still comparable to the enlightenment of three million fate runes. And this child Rebirth from death, the reunion of flesh and blood, obviously the excavation of the physical body has broken some unknown barrier...
puff!
There was a soft sound, and even many supreme experts did not have time to carefully evaluate it. That palm was not like a heavenly sword, but it was better than a heavenly sword. It was not only a sword, but also a person, belonging to a human cultivator. He has a bright heart that dares to revolutionize the destiny of heaven. He does not seek to learn and reach future generations, nor does he seek to inherit the unique knowledge of the saints. He only seeks to clarify his own heart and be worthy of the world.
There are blood splashes, the middle-aged demon clan is like being struck by thunder, the edge of the fist is cut open, and the solid millstone of fate is split into two. At this moment, no providence and destiny can compare with a burning heart. I can't stop a knife that strikes the right and is fearless.
With the sword retracted, Su Qinian and the middle-aged demon tribe faced each other three feet apart. Looking at the calm face of the young human race in front of him, the middle-aged demon tribe suddenly smiled, his temperament became depressed again, he shook his head slightly and said: " Those who dare to break fate will not be like us after all. Your knife is very good..."
The sound stopped suddenly, and a knife mark emerged from between his eyebrows, piercing his whole body in the blink of an eye.
A bright fire ignited along the knife marks, and soon swept through the whole body. The starry sky battlefield was like a sacred torch being lit. But when it fell into the eyes of the seven alien masters, they couldn't help but feel their hearts sinking, especially for the Gods. In other words, this burning bright fire was so ironic that it even gave them a strong sense of disgust.
not good!
When the six Qingluo people came back to their senses, they were horrified. The pillars of their destiny seemed to be crumbling as if there were dark clouds pressing down on them.
A flower appeared in front of the eyes, and a familiar figure looked more like a young and terrifying demon god to the demon goddess. The sword light was not very gorgeous, but it was indestructible and difficult to avoid. It quickly filled the space in front of the six people. The whole world.
The six torches were lit, and the ancient battle platform in the starry sky was silent. Su Qinian stood in the center of the torch, illuminated by bright fire, without any breath leaking out, and his temperament was peaceful. But in the eyes of the masters of the eight races at this moment, this was true invincibility. Reserved and peaceful, once he takes action, it is truly earth-shattering.
"They've all... fallen."
"The young and powerful ones in the Open Heaven realm of the six races, plus the lineage of the demon race's life-severing masters..."
"This is not true..."
Experts from the seven tribes spoke one after another, their tone was very dry, and even more unbelievable. This scene was not what they expected. What kind of ending should this be? The battle for the creation of the sky is different from the battle for the creation of the earth. In the opening of the starry sky battle platform, , are all top priorities, to a certain extent, even beyond the next battle for the holy realm, and even the battle for supremacy. It is a level of practice that connects the past and the future, and is an important node in the evolution of life.
Compared to the noise of the seven tribes, after a brief silence, a thunderous mountain roar and tsunami sounded under the starry sky.
Hundreds of thousands of human masters roared under the stars, passing on the name of the Light Walker. This battle made many human beings straighten their backs and look at the seven alien races with mocking eyes. The barbaric era was gone forever. , Today's human race is not the blood of any race, but stands in the forest of powerful races in the world.
The Five Dragon Kings of the Ao family in the South China Sea were in a very bad mood. Not only was the young successor of Suotian not killed, but he also made further progress. This made him feel heavy. He had such fighting power in the realm of the earth. When the world was created, Even after reincarnation and sanctification, it will definitely be a nightmare for all enemies.
What's more important is that this kind of achievement of saving hundreds of thousands of human masters will be more powerful when the starry sky battle platform falls and the will of the stars in the human world will be blessed. This son has already condensed the supreme silver battle name, and he can go further. , or even two steps, it is very possible to reproduce the glory of the human race's war reputation in recent times.
Not only the five dragon kings of the Ao family in the South China Sea, but also the leader of the Shenyang Sect, the master of the Moon Toad Palace, and the master of the Star Palace, all have serious eyes. Although the ants are small, they are already powerful enough to pull up mountains and rivers, and they should not be underestimated.
In front of the Lingxiao Palace, in the hands of the Immortal Emperor Yuhua, the Yuhua Immortal Spear shone like a jade, then dimmed again.
On the ancestral vine of the Spiritual God, in front of the gate of heaven, the eight pairs of divine wings of Emperor Qingming cover the starry sky, and the divine light rain overflows. The golden eyebrows of the great emperor of the gods are slightly frowned. Looking at the starry sky battle platform, even with the isolation of the ancient battle platform, he belongs to a generation. The emperor's gaze still made Su Qinian feel oppressed from his soul.
"You lost."
At this moment, on the Immortal Dragon Boat, the voice belonging to the Sword Emperor Tongming sounded. The human sword emperor's tone was calm, even a little indifferent. The majesty of the God Emperor on the ancient battlefield suddenly struck Su Qinian's heart. Sweep away.
You lost, we won.
These four simple words made many strong human beings under the starry sky feel excited. Some people clenched their fists and their eyes were red, because among the more than 400,000 Kaitian Realm prisoners of war who were about to return, there were hundreds of their relatives or division commanders. Thousands of years have passed, and I never imagined that we would see each other again one day.
"That's all."
After a few breaths, the Immortal Emperor emerged and spoke, with no sadness or joy on his face. The situation in front of him was very clear. Delaying it for seven days would not help. That kind of consumption was insignificant to the young successor of Suotian, and it was more tolerable for him. Fighting techniques, improve enlightenment.
Immediately afterwards, tens of thousands of streams of light were thrown from the Lingxiao Palace, the Demon Tower, the Spirit God Ancestral Vine... from the Demonic Black Lotus, and the familiar blood was the smell of human battle blood. (Genuine subscription is the greatest support for Shibu!)
