Chapter 1172: Fall of the Emperor
"The mouth is talking about evolution, but isn't the foot still retreating?"
Liu Xia stopped the blade, looked at the war emperor who had already retreated more than ten steps, and raised his brows slightly.
"Back up...?"
Emperor Zhan looked down at his feet and suddenly recovered from his astonishment.
When facing the deadly sword just now, his body moved faster than his brain, and he subconsciously retreated sharply, avoiding the deadly snake kiss.
The Eleventh Form, Wurui Shaoyao, learned from the Secret Sword Yanhui, can swing three knives from different angles at the same moment, turning it into a purgatory of swords, making it impossible for all enemies to escape.
It was a sword that reached the second law realm, a magic sword that even the gods of war could not touch.
There is almost no way to crack it from the front. In the face of this sword, you can only keep retreating and retreating to escape its encirclement, otherwise you will die.
At the moment when he was facing the danger of death, Emperor Zhan subconsciously retreated and avoided the flowering peony. If his reaction were any slower, his neck would have been broken long ago.
"Damn...! Dark Smashing Sword!"
The Emperor Zhan was trembling all over his body, and he couldn't help but turn into anger.
"Bear!"
But at the same time, the 40-meter-long flaming giant sword swept out violently, slashing the dark light from the middle, burning it to the bone, leaving nothing left.
"what?"
The Emperor of War stood there with a stunned expression on his face.
Liu Xia, who was opposite him, with a drizzling look on his face, retracted the burning He Dao from the top of his head.
"It seems that you don't have the aptitude to go beyond the limit."
Liu Xia played with the He Dao in his hand, turned the handle to throw it up, and then caught the handle, letting the flames on the blade turn into a beautiful ring.
"If that's the case, then it's time for this farce to end."
Those bland words, like assertions made from the mouth of God, had an irresistible force.
"I do not believe!"
The war emperor shouted angrily, his hands showed blue veins, clenched the dark swords side by side, and raised them above his head.
"This is my strongest blow, if you can finish it, show it to me!"
"Look at the trick! - Evil Light Splitting!!"
The dark rays of light condensed on the sword body, forming a towering dark giant sword, slashing towards the earth like a giant that opened the sky.
When that sword fell, the entire palace would be cut in half in an instant.
The moment this sword appeared, Aaliyah and Rozali suddenly changed their faces, and even those in the entire palace who saw this sword couldn't help but turn pale and horrified.
"—The Thirteenth Form: Ignorance Three Stages Sudden Disruption."
Liu Xia was still indifferent, but changed to holding the knife with both hands, and stomped his feet on the ground three times with teeth protruding.
"Chong!"
"Chong!"
"Chong!"
Three consecutive collisions sounded almost at the same time, and the tip of the He Dao was like Nabistin's teeth in the blink of an eye, hitting exactly one point on the blade of the pitch-black giant sword.
The harsh buzzing sound formed sound waves, almost enough to shatter the internal organs, and even the rocks under the two of them could not help shattering.
"Crack-!"
Immediately afterwards, under the unbelievable gaze of the War Emperor, countless cracks spread over the nearly 100-meter-long pitch-black giant sword, centered on the collision point of the He-color sword tips.
In the end, the entire lightsaber shattered, turned into countless jet-black light spots and scattered out, and gradually annihilated into countless tiny shavings of light, and finally disappeared into nothingness.
"I lost... my strongest swordsmanship just lost?"
Emperor Zhan was stunned and silent, his face full of confusion.
"No, can this kind of power really be considered a sword skill?"
In his mind, Liu Xia's Wurui Shaoyao and Wuming Sandantu appeared. He didn't use any bells and whistles. Only the change of the sword itself blocked his strongest move and gave him a sense of danger of death. .
Compared with that kind of technique, his sword skills can't be called sword skills at all, right?
What should the real sword skill be?
Emperor Zhan began to doubt his life, and felt that his life for the past 80 years might have been wasted in vain.
Perhaps a technique that exhausts the changes of the sword itself can be regarded as a real sword skill?
"boom!"
Suddenly, a thin and sharp sword qi roared and penetrated his chest in the blink of an eye.
Blood splattered out, staining the rough ground red.
"bump."
Immediately afterwards, Emperor Zhan fell to the sky weakly, and the pitch-black sword in his hand also fell to the ground with a choking sound.
"Ah...is it really no match for the brave?"
The body and voice of the Emperor of War gradually became sluggish.
His hair turned gray again, and wrinkles covered his face, and the muscles that bulged all over his body slowly shrank back. In the blink of an eye, he turned back to an old man in his 80s, as if the short-lived youth just now was nothing but flowers in the mirror. moon.
His words were also full of disappointment and loss. He exhausted his whole body and even dedicated his soul and dignity to the Demon King, but he was still not the opponent of the brave. Is the so-called brave really such an invincible existence?
"You misunderstood something."
Liu Xia put away the He Dao in his hand.
"I'm not that strong because I'm a hero."
After saying that, Liu Xia ignored the Emperor Zhan, turned around and walked out of the devastated open space.
"Isn't that strong because you are a hero?"
The war emperor heard the words and fell into contemplation, and then suddenly realized.
"Is it because you are strong that you became a hero?"
Cause and effect are reversed.
Ordinary heroes will gradually become stronger after being summoned, but this hero became a hero because he was strong.
In other words, this guy is not a true hero at all, he is an exception among exceptions, an "unreasonable hero".
If it was an ordinary hero, he might be able to win instead, but if the target was this unreasonable hero, there would be no way.
"Rozali..."
The Emperor of War turned his head and looked towards Rozali at the entrance of the clearing.
But Rozali looked at him with an unfamiliar look, accompanied by the collapse of her beliefs, and the resulting disappointment, loneliness, and even hatred.
"Ah... what am I doing right or wrong?"
Looking at the unfamiliar eyes, there was a long-lost regret in Zhan Emperor's heart.
But things have come to an end, and there is no turning back.
"Little Rozali, I like you the most..."
The last words fell, and the eyes of the war emperor gradually became dull.
The already sluggish atmosphere also slowly returned to nothing and disappeared completely.
The blood on the ground also dried up.
Emperor of War, dies.
"Father..."
Rozali looked at Zhan Emperor's corpse absently. The last words she revealed before her death shook her heart like a wake-up call, and she unconsciously wet her eyes.