Chapter 920 His trump card!
"Boom~!"
After the huge body fell, it was not only the Eight Realms who were shocked, but anyone who set their eyes on this place could not hide their shock and murmured: "Feng Nie, he was beheaded by a sword!"
Eight Realms!
Eight Realms!
The impact brought by this was too huge, and the scene that was usually only born in the lower realms appeared in front of them. The huge giant collapsed with a bang and fell on the ring with a roar, and the red blood dripped from the ring and flowed into the Wuya domain, rendering the sky above this domain red.
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"Puff!"
Chu Xun stood there, but his eyes were very calm, and he said to himself: "The eleventh style, the power is still good!"
"Boom~!" Although Feng Nie was beheaded, it did not mean death. As long as there was a drop of blood, he could be resurrected, not to mention that his body was basically intact, but he was beheaded. His whole body was emitting rays of light, madly absorbing energy, absorbing the wisps of essence between heaven and earth, but it was too thin.
The confrontation between the two should not be confined to one domain. Even if the Wuya domain is vast enough, it still cannot support the energy absorbed by the two. In the case of insufficient supply, his recovery was slowed by more than ten breaths, but for Chu Xun, this time was enough for a blink of an eye!
"Puchi~!"
"Puchi~!"
The Qingteng Sword chopped down.
His body.
was dismembered!
"Feng Nie has lost his last resistance!" The man of the Dark Abyss Sect said to himself, his eyes were both complicated and unbelievable. An Eighth Realm was about to fall in front of him, and it was the familiar Eighth Realm, which brought an extraordinary impact.
"I can't resist it. The consumption is far greater than the replenishment!" The ancestor of the Zuxing Sect also said to himself, but when the corner of his eyes fell on Feng Zhanqiong, he was also surprised: "Old Monster Feng, an Eighth Realm of your Feng family is about to fall, why don't you make any movement?"
Feng Zhanqiong's eyes were sharp. If only the Zuxing Sect had chopped it down with a knife, his face would be ashen and he would not say a word.
"Hehehe, that's right. With a few of us forming a human wall, no matter how strong you are, you can't break through. It only takes a few breaths for Feng Nie to be dead. You can only stare and watch!" The ancestor of Zuxing Daoism grinned again.
Lord of the Galaxy.
Nine-curve Sword Master.
Chong Family Patriarch.
Wu Shi glanced at the old man.
The woman of Tianyuan Daoism also had a helpless look in her mind, thinking that you can't say less. Everyone knows that the other party is angry. What's the difference between provoking him at this time and being a jerk.
Feng Zhanqiong looked over the few people and fell on the ring. He saw Chu Xun in a green shirt and Feng Nie who had his head chopped off. The reason why he didn't go crazy was because he didn't believe that Feng Nie would be beheaded like this. The great city lord who was involved in the outer domain was full of confidence when he came back.
Even if the other party broke through the eighth realm, Feng Nie vowed that if this challenge was to explode with such combat power without a trump card, it would be really disappointing!
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“You win!”
“Ha!”
Feng Nie’s head that fell off made a self-deprecating sound. He had spent so many years breaking through the Eight Realms, but he was defeated by a newcomer who had just broken through the realm. However, his pupils instantly bloomed with a fierce killing intent, and he said coldly: “The one who can die is you~!”
“Boom!”
Almost instantly.
Between heaven and earth.
Silverless Arena.
A huge golden and dazzling magic paper flashed, it stood between heaven and earth, shining everywhere, the dazzling and sacred light pressed the broken Wuya domain to release the silverless light, and the few people with their backs to the arena all turned around, but when they saw the magic paper, they felt instinctive fear in their hearts.
“Buzz!”
A piece of magic paper!
Covering the heavens!
"Heh!"
Feng Nie's head flew into the air, sensing the devastating fluctuations released by the magic paper, which seemed to annihilate the entire Wuya domain into dust. His pupils also released coldness, and he murmured: "Although you beat me, you are the one who died!"
What is cultivation.
It's background.
It's backing.
It's fate!
He was piled up to the seventh realm by Feng's resources from ordinary talent, and his grandfather won the mercy and love of the big man for him, and promoted him to the eighth realm. However, the blessing brought by his grandfather is limited after all. Although he entered the eighth realm, he still can't enter the eyes of such people.
And the shame of owing himself, after promoting him to the eighth realm, he has consumed most of it, and gave him three treasures, as well as several secret techniques, and finally gave him this magic paper.
"A set of magic paper!"
"Under the Nine Realms!"
"Annihilation!"
No one except the Nine Realms can survive under this set of magic paper. This is the last blessing brought to him by his grandfather. It is also the settlement of the grudge between him and that big man. It is also his trump card. He has been in the outside world for many years without using it, but he can't activate it in his hometown.
He looked at Chu Xun with a mocking look and said lightly: "You won't lose if you die under this blow!"
"Boom~!"
The magic paper burned.
The magic paper, which was about a million feet high, condensed a real body. It was an old man sitting cross-legged. His face could not be seen clearly, but he was surrounded by nine real dragons. His aura was like a mountain and a deep abyss. The moment he opened his eyes, the world was instantly dimmed, and only those eyes were eternal between the world!
"Buzz!"
The old man surrounded by nine dragons stretched out his skinny palm. The sky of Wuya Domain seemed to collapse, and the souls of the Lord of the Galaxy and the Nine-Curved Sword Master were all trembling. The extreme fear was drowning their minds. The obsession was saying that if they couldn't block it, they would die if they touched it!
"Chu Xun...!" The Lord of the Galaxy exclaimed, both shocked and angry, and his endless anger was surging. Feng Nie actually used foreign aid so despicably.
"The treasure itself is also part of the strength!" Feng Zhanqiong smiled.
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"Boom boom boom~!"
The big hand crushed.
The sky collapsed.
The ground sank.
The whole world was going to end.
Chu Xun also looked at the old man surrounded by nine dragons. It was just an incarnation, but he realized the other party's silverless terror. It seemed that an illusory real dragon had the power to destroy the eight realms. He couldn't resist this blow. The burning magic paper made the old man's figure more terrifying!
[Tianyan Furnace]
A fiery red furnace appeared in his palm. This was the reward for his one-time 400,000 points reward. It was the most powerful weapon he had ever had. It vaguely touched the level of a powerful being. He had not yet unearthed its full power, but he had a premonition that it was hidden here. No old man could do anything about it!