Chapter 1086
The sword that Chang Xiran slashed is called Celestial Court in Heavenly Sword Sect. Most of all, it is the Myriad Realms Palace, the Supreme imposing manner that I am also annihilated. Although the actual impossible is so strong, it also shows its confidence in this sword.
Especially when Chang Xiran cut this sword, the entire sky is surrounded by his sword qi. The tyrannical and wild sword intent can feel painful just by feeling it. The cultivation base is slightly lower. Can't even get close.
But it was this tyrant's cool sword, slashed on a weapon held by a deadpool that didn't even have a title, but the result was another fiercely slap in the face.
The sword waves rolled up under the wild wave of force fascinated the sky in an instant, dazzling people's eyes.
Chang Xiran's great sword of one thousand swords was once again shaken apart by his own power, and it was shaken to the sky and everywhere.
On the other hand, the Death God soldier still existed. There was no crack and no damage. On the contrary, it was the bladed Deadpool, who was shaken by the violent force of Chang Xiran and died on the spot. When he died, he still vomited a mouthful of blood, contaminated with a few sad little swords, that little sword immediately lost its brilliance, and Chang Xiran's sad clutch sword was damaged because of this.
"Asshole!" Chang Xiran was so angry that he was about to vomit blood.
Over there, Meng Qihong also realized that it was not good, so he first rolled up a wave of air, like a cloud, tide and mist, engulfing Deadpool, slowing down its speed, slowing its action, and then clicking on the wind, or Hit Death God soldiers, or kill the servants, or both.
This move finally worked, and the speed of Deadpool's killing was greatly reduced, but no matter how Meng Qihong did it, the Death God soldiers were not affected. As for the Deadpool itself, let it die when you die, and you will regenerate one after you die. On the contrary, the filthy blood that is constantly produced makes all the cultivators fear and avoid it.
Ghost Clan has a large number. Although there are many human race repairers, but relying on the endless number, they have been able to withstand the Human Race offensive. Now that the Netherworld River Deadpool joins, the situation of the battle has been reversed and started to lean in the direction of Ghost Clan. Not only Yuan Tianzhong Chang Xiran, and the others were forced to bind their hands and feet, even Wei Tianchong and the others were completely unprepared by the howling group of ghosts and dead servants, and were forced to practice. Back.
In the sky, the black mist that had been dissipated by the sun and flames has once again condensed.
At this time, Tang Jie snorted flew up.
He hadn't made much shots before, just observing the situation on the battlefield. Until this moment, Netherworld River made a contribution to the deadpool. Tang Jie knew that it was finally time for him to take action. With so many Death God soldiers, he was already long time ago. The eyes are greedy.
I quickly flew to a Netherworld River dead waiter, and the Netherworld River dead waiter waved his sickle at him and tried to cut it off. Tang Jie didn't flash his finger.
Chang Xiran was shocked when he saw this, and shouted: "Tang Jie, fast back, that weapon..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw that the handle was exhausted by him. The sickle of the Deadpool, which was indestructible by means, turned into countless glittering spots of light and disappeared under one finger. The Deadpool also perished after losing the Death God soldiers.
Chang Xiran is like a big bun stuffed in his mouth. No matter how speechless, he can only look at Tang Jie stupidly.
This... how is this possible?
He can't figure it out, nor can he figure it out.
Tang Jie didn't have time to talk to him. After collecting the black sand, he flew to another Netherworld River deadpool, still a finger pointed. The Death God soldier has broken once again, and the deadpool is just as good. Die.
It's so simple it can't be simpler.
Tang Jie did it like this, killing all the way, and just killed the Netherworld River, the dead servant who had just lost his armor and armor, but Tang Jie couldn’t stop a single move, just like a single one. Just an insect, a pinch by Tang Jie will die.
Seeing this situation, all the practitioners cheered at the same time.
The Netherworld Sovereign Zhaoluo was heartbroken when he saw it.
These Netherworld River deadpools are not easy to obtain. It is difficult for him to become an emperor for thousands of years. The assets he has accumulated for thousands of years are now ruined by Tang Jie. This is simply a knife in the heart, if he If you have a heart. But what shocked him most was how this human did it.
The Death God soldier is formed by the projection of the blade of reincarnation, and it is the embodiment of the Grand Dao Law. There is nothing to damage. Since the existence of the underworld, I have never heard of anyone who can destroy Death God soldiers.
But now, this person appeared, and he destroyed the past one at a time, like crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood all the way.
At that moment, Zhao Luo suddenly remembered a scene of hexagrams he had felt not long ago.
He was originally an astrolabe Artifact Spirit who entered the underworld and cultivated into Ghost Sovereign. With innate talent, he can faintly feel the power of causal destiny and draw some inferences about the future. Although it is not true, he can always feel some side and direction. It is precisely by this ability that he can turn into auspiciousness every time, grow up in this fierce underworld, and eventually become a powerful Netherworld Sovereign.
And not long ago, he felt that there will be a big change in the underworld.
He couldn't see where this change came from, but he could feel that the upcoming Nine Nether event was the starting point of this change. In this change, a new powerful Sovereign will be born, but the old Sovereign will also fall.
He doesn't know who will be born and who will fall, but he realizes that this is a grand meeting of both crisis and opportunity.
For this reason, he came personally and planned this huge event according to his feelings.
If he succeeds, he will become the new and stronger Sovereign, stepping out of the fetters that have bound him for thousands of years;
If he fails, then he will be the fallen Sovereign, Then everything will not be mentioned.
But now, when he saw the power that shattered Death God soldiers, he was completely shocked.
Shock to shock. Thousands of years of cultivation made him learn the fighting spirit of not giving up at the last minute. This quality is not unique to mankind. Even though there was ten thousand zhang in his heart, Zhao Luo still did not give up fighting.
He gave a long scream, and the group of Netherworld River deadpools had retreated at the same time.
At the same time, countless Ghost King Ghost Generals roared to cover Tang Jie.
Since this human can restrain the Death God soldier, and it seems that only he can do it, let ordinary ghosts pile him up to death. After this person dies, let Netherworld River deadpool come to the Sovereign battle.
Zhaoluo’s idea is simple and straightforward. Although the exit of Netherworld River’s Deadpool will make the battle difficult, it’s better than being wiped out by Tang Jie.
But when the deadpool of Netherworld River retreated, Tang Jie suddenly vomited blood and shook his body a few times.
"He can't hold on anymore?" Zhaoluo was shocked and couldn't help thinking.
At this time, the ghosts are still coming. Tang Jie has not received any major attacks. The only reason for him to vomit blood can only be the result of the previous battle with Deadpool.
Zhao Luo has immediately thought that this is probably the price Tang Jie paid for destroying the Death God soldiers.
Yes, how much Death God soldiers exist, so even if humans can destroy them, how can they be destroyed so easily without paying the slightest price.
At this time, the deadpool of Netherworld River retreated, and the ghosts attacked. Tang Jie saw that there was a relaxed color on his face, and he flew towards the back.
Obviously, he didn't plan to deal with ghosts at all. He wanted to take this opportunity to recuperate and recover himself.
Zhao Luo immediately realized that something was wrong. If he was given time to rest, I was afraid that Netherworld River's Deadpool would be another opportunity for him to show off his prestige.
The thought turned, and there was a roar again, but it stopped the Netherworld River Deadpool from retreating.
Netherworld River's Deadpool does not retreat but advances instead, and is going to kill all the cultivators.
Tang Jie is helpless, but can only reappear. There is no way, there is really no one other than him who can fight Death God soldiers.
Weapon Character Art is used repeatedly, and one Death God soldier is broken.
Every time a handful is broken, Zhaoluo's heart hurts.
He can only comfort himself constantly, and this person is almost unable to hold it.
It's just that the tenaciousness of human beings is manifested at this moment. No matter how tired, exhausted, feeble, or vomiting blood, Tang Jie just persists, crisscrossing the Netherworld River Deadpool, fighting bloody battles. One by one Deadpool was killed by him. Three hundred Netherworld River Deadpools were killed by Tang Jie like melons and vegetables. There was one third.
When a whole hundred Netherworld River deadpools fell, Tang Jie's body was also on the verge of collapse, but he just didn't fall, still insisting on attacking. His body was bathed with blood, some came from ghosts, some came from himself, and some came from other cultivators; his face was full of exhaustion, complexion pale, like a seriously ill person; his forehead was sweating, and his body was beaten. With the pendulum, that is the performance of excessive force and loss of force.
But he is still fighting, fierce, and constantly fighting.
Like a miracle, a War God who never gives up.
Affected by this will, almost all the practitioners were moved, and one by one began to work hard.
They are more desperate, more passionate, more motivated, and fighting intent more determined.
One repair after another rushed to protect Tang Jie and help him block the attacks from ordinary ghosts, so that Tang Jie only needs spare no effort to deal with Deadpool. Later, Tang Jie didn't even have the strength to fly. Yuan Tianzhong personally took action, holding Tang Jie soar into the clouds and mount the mists, just to save him a little mana.
Netherworld River’s deadpool’s casualties also rose to one hundred and fifty.
He can't hold it anymore, he can't hold it anymore!
Zhaoluo said cruelly in his heart, he expected, he cursed, he prayed, and he waited.
But the miracle is not coming, but Netherworld River Deadpool is still dying, falling, and withering.
When the number of casualties in Netherworld River's Deadpool reached 180, Zhaoluo finally felt that something was wrong.
Why is this guy still insisting? Can you persist?
A guy who is obviously unable to support the killing of fifty deadpools, why can he grit his teeth and insist on killing twice as many enemies?
Zhao Luo has never seen a Saint Seiya, and he does not believe that will can replace mana.
If gritted teeth can replace strength, Star Firmament World should be the world of multi-toothed monsters.
So when Netherworld River's deadpool reached one hundred and eighty, he finally realized something was wrong.
He began to scream, began to give orders, and those Netherworld River deadpools began to retreat again.
Tang Jie's body shook suddenly again, almost falling off the clouds.
This scene made Zhao Luo hesitate again, and the speed slowed down a bit.
Tang Jie was very rude, gritted his teeth and stomped several Deadpools.
Hesitation turned into determination. Netherworld River Deadpool continued to retreat. This time, no matter how Tang Jie performed, he did not stop.
Seeing this situation, Tang Jie gave a long laugh: "It's better to stay!"
The body flashed, the previous exhaustion, helplessness, invincibility, etc. Shaped like electricity, it swept to the death servants, pointed out like an arrow, shua shua shua successively pointed towards the Death God soldiers.
At this point, Zhao Luo can finally be sure that he has been fooled.
From start to finish, this human being is acting.