Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 1052 Death, shining starry sky, blurry trajectory!

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Lightwalker!
On the ancient battlefield in the starry sky, there was a bit of platinum and glazed blood dripping, but many human masters clenched their fists, looking at the blood-stained figure in a coarse white robe, at this moment, Almost no one went back to trace the source, whether it is Suotian's lineage is no longer important, what is important is whether this young fellow can survive.

"Stubborn!"

"Fate grinds the disc, crushes fate, and the cycle of time is irreversible."

"What about the taboos of sealing the town, in this world, no one can seal the fate of the town."

Many masters of the Seven Clans sneered, feeling relieved. They were extremely depressed before, and now they finally saved some face. Under the fate of the middle-aged masters of the Monster Race, the young Suotian heir had little power to fight back. Whether it is a taboo or a taboo of closing a town, there is a lack of time and months to endure, and it cannot stop the millstone built by thousands of fate runes.

clang!clang!clang!
The light of the knife shattered again and again, collapsing in its brilliance, and Su Qinian's whole body was gradually covered with cracks, like porcelain.

It's not that the time knife field is not strong enough, but that the millstone of fate is too shocking. This kind of opportunity is only once when the law god chain is concluded, and the law is [-]%.

"Enough!" "Admit..."

Finally, some human masters couldn't help but stop talking halfway through. The significance of this battle is too heavy. Even at this moment, it is difficult for them to make up their minds to give up.

Eleven knives!Twelve knives!Thirteen knives... forty-seven knives!Forty-eight dollars!

Time and Time Knife Realm shattered again and again, and the patience of the middle-aged Yaozu was exhausted. His depressed gaze immediately became sharper, his long blue-black hair was agitated, and for the first time a coldness burst out of his eyes. He shouted: "Looking for death!"

Rumble!
The millstone of fate turned, and thousands of runes shone brightly. This was a kind of killing that directly reached fate, enough to crush everything, but after a short while, the middle-aged Yaozu was stunned.

In the forty-ninth knife, Su Qinian built the time knife field, but at the moment when the fate mill was approaching, he restrained all the sword light and let the fate mill add to his body. In the dark, the heart of light burned brightly, illuminating nothingness, The light reflects the years and peeks into the trajectory of fate.

boom!
Glazed bones and blood splattered, and on the ancient battle platform in the starry sky, it was like a gorgeous meteor shower blooming, and it also seemed like a bright divine flower blooming.

"Little Junior Brother!"

He Laosan yelled violently, and rushed towards the bullfight with supreme energy. This scene caught him off guard. Needless to say, under the starry sky, most of the hundreds of thousands of human masters stared blankly. What did they see just now? Crushed by the millstone, the whole person was blown to pieces, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

"Break..."

"In charge of time, the two taboos of sealing the town, light, and the two most powerful Dao of the sword, how can you lose?"

"The destiny is not in my family, I have pity on all my fellow family members, it will be difficult to return home."

Immediately afterwards, there was a lot of noise under the starry sky. Many human masters gritted their teeth and were unwilling to accept this ending. The young Suotian successor was defeated and paid the price of his life. The rare destiny grindstone was crushed into pieces, and the curtain ended sadly.

"pity."

The Five Dragon Kings of the Ao family in the South China Sea shook his head slightly, expressionless. In his opinion, even the holy body of war cannot be reborn after a drop of blood, unless it is a supremely strong person whose will is imprinted on the body, engraved on the starry sky, and the will is immortal. Blood rebirth is nothing but an easy task. Under the supreme powerhouse, it may not be difficult to regenerate a broken limb, but it is impossible to reappear in the human world after being smashed into pieces.

"Young and frivolous."

The leader of Shenyang said lightly, giving such an evaluation.

"Damn!"

He Lao San was angry, but Qi Qing pressed his shoulder with one hand. The war king gave him a cold look. His eyes turned, and he landed on the ancient battle platform in the starry sky again.

died?

On the battle stage, the six of Qingluo were stunned, then took a deep breath, and were finally killed by Zhen. If all seven of them were defeated, it would be a great shame. The young Suotian descendant brought great pressure to them. Soon, the eyes of the six people fell on the middle-aged monster, and a strong look of fear appeared in the depths of their pupils.

Can endure loneliness, withstand the polishing of years, and endure the eyes of the world. In the Open Heaven Realm, how many people can have such great perseverance and boldness. But stubbornly suppressed, painstakingly, just to accumulate enough deep foundation, the fate of the grindstone, this person seems to have not been completely satisfied, has not completely solidified it, obviously at this point, he still has huge ambitions, this This kind of person is really palpitating.

Dressed in a gray robe, his temperament was depressed, and his eyes were even more chaotic, but at this moment, no one dared to underestimate this seemingly decadent middle-aged monster, just some great saints. The color of jealousy, because if he changed his place, he would not end up better than the young Suotian successor.

and many more!

Qing Luo frowned. He always felt that the middle-aged monster was a little strange, so he couldn't help but follow his eyes. On the ancient battle platform, there were drops of human blood that were crystal clear like glass, and there were also platinum-like, yet brilliant blood. The introverted crystal bones, these belong to the light walker Su Qinian, but no matter how you look at it, these blood and bones do not seem to have lost their vitality, but instead have a kind of vigorous vitality, not only there is no sign of weakness, but also It's getting worse.

"wrong!"

Although it is difficult for the spirit of will to permeate the starry sky battle arena, there are still supreme powerhouses who immediately noticed the abnormality. Although the young Suotian descendant has gone through a bitter battle, he still fell too simply. The blood and blood on the ancient battle arena Even though the brilliance is restrained, the bone has no tendency to dim in the slightest, and even gradually trembles slightly as time passes by.

hum!
At the tenth breath of being crushed by the millstone of fate, on the ancient battle platform in the starry sky, there was a faint sound of knives.

The sound of the saber chanting was not very loud at first, but soon it had the potential to penetrate gold and crack rocks, and it could be heard clearly for hundreds of thousands of miles in the starry sky. , It was even more shocking, as long as it can be recovered, no matter how many twists and turns it has gone through, it is worth it, I am afraid of losing hope and not seeing a little light.

Is it...

Even many supreme powerhouses of the Eight Races couldn't help but frown, somewhat unexpected, under the crushing of fate, can they still survive?It has been clearly seen before that the young Suotian descendant has amazing Taoism at this age, but he still can't compare with the middle-aged Yaozu who is from the lineage of the Master of Destiny. Can the strong be reborn from a drop of blood?

But immediately afterwards, many of the supreme powerhouses were concentrated and even moved, because on the ancient battle platform in the starry sky, the shattered blood and bones climbed up with the sound of knives, as if being pulled by an invisible gravitational force, they suddenly burst out dazzling of brilliance.

This light is too dazzling, like countless small suns suddenly rising, shining in the starry sky for millions of miles, especially on the starry sky battle platform, the young protoss groaned, the light made him very uncomfortable, and his spiritual will was born. A kind of burning pain, unimaginable, as a protoss, it is a bit ironic to be burned by the light.

Clang!
But in an instant, the countless little suns formed by the blood and bones suddenly merged into one, forming a round of glazed sun. Very familiar sharp breath, but it seems to be a little different from before.

puff!
The young protoss master finally couldn't help but spit out a stream of reverse blood, and he staggered backwards. He never thought that there would be such a day, under the radiance of the gods, he would feel ashamed, like a dark race exposed to the sun. For light, the first A feeling of disgust arose for the second time, wishing to find a hole in the ground to avoid the flame that almost ignited the spiritual will.

Compared with Su Qinian, the young protoss master felt that the other party had become a protoss, while he had become a dark race who feared the light and was afraid of being exposed to the light.

The masters of the clans under the starry sky did not let the masters of the clans wait for too long. Soon, the brilliance of the sun faded away, revealing a simple and unpretentious long knife.

"Incarnate into a knife!"

He Laosan pondered, his eyes lighted up slightly, and he seemed to understand something, but he frowned quickly. Transforming into a sword is a transformation of flesh and blood, which requires a deep understanding of the way of the sword, but this kind of sword state alone may not be enough It is unrealistic to resist the millstone of fate, rely on the reunion of flesh and blood, and die against death.

"sucker Punch."

The next moment, the middle-aged Yaozu opened his mouth and said calmly. At the same time, he embraced nothingness with his hands, the quaint millstone of fate reappeared, and the breath of ancient stalwart overflowed, crushing towards the reappeared long knife.

groan!
The long knife is ancient and clumsy, gently moving three feet in mid-air, avoiding the grinding wheel of fate in a short time.

what!
This time, not only the six Qingluo people on the battle stage, but also the middle-aged Yaozu himself was suddenly moved, his turbid eyes disappeared, revealing a terrifying divine light.

"Your destiny trajectory..."

Soon, the middle-aged Yaozu changed color slightly. What did he discover? It belonged to the young Suotian successor. The originally extremely clear fate trajectory was now dim and blurred, almost disappearing. Frustrated, the trajectory of fate is difficult to grasp, how can it be true, at least with his current understanding of fate, he still can't get rid of the fog in front of him. I have seen it on the supreme saint, it is a sign that the trajectory of fate is gradually jumping out of the long river of fate, and the star of fate is about to condense. (Genuine subscription is the biggest support for Shibu!)
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