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Chapter 272 Burning the Earth and Sky Fire Drawing the Sword, Mr. Xing Tian A (Additional Updates with 2.2 Monthly Tickets)

Wind blades and thunder flew together, light and shadow danced together.

"Boom~"

After the fierce collision and fighting, the villa finally couldn't bear the aftermath of the two men's battle and suddenly exploded after noon.

But in the mist formed by the building wall, a figure suddenly flew out like a kite with its string broken.

The figure was wearing a black robe, and the black hood on his head seemed to have been pulled hard by some force, and it had been torn into a short piece of black cloth.

At this time, Mr. A still had no composure at the beginning, and most of his face was exposed to the air.

Although a pair of eyes were still shrouded in shadow, the half of the face exposed to the air could still reveal Mr. A's handsome appearance.

But at this moment, the painful colors on that handsome and even slightly eerie face made this face a little more ferocious.

The figure's backward momentum has not completely ended, but Mr. A has almost adjusted his state.

The blazing fire, the earth-shattering sound, and the commotion were not to mention St. Samuel's Cathedral, which was not too far away. Normally, even the Holy Wind Cathedral in the North District was still there. You can clearly see the Harvest Church located in the south area of ​​​​Daqiao.

When Wu He boarded the gray fog, he glanced at the members of the Aurora Society who had seen the Hanged Man's path, but he gained a lot of extraordinary knowledge related to the Hanged Man.

It can pull people in a certain area into a space, collecting the people in it to dissipate the depravity and shadow of human nature. It can pray for the arrival of the divinity coming through the Hanged Man's path, thereby achieving the effect of divine descent.

He waved his hand gently, and gusts of wind surged around him, lifting his body and making him suspended in the air.

Such a scene was naturally caught by Wu He below.

He occupies a relatively high position, overlooking the Wu River emerging from the smoke and dust below, and fierce colors are constantly surging in his eyes.

He obviously also noticed the bloody barrier covering the surrounding environment.

With just one glance, Wu He could recognize what the bloody barrier in front of him represented.

The battle between Mr. A and Wu He has been going on for quite some time.

Then he opened his mouth and started singing.

With a wave of his hand, a thick book appeared in his hand. Turning the page of the book will bring you to a page with a picture of a strong thunder.

However, no official Beyonder has come here so far, and there is naturally a reason for that.

But now, Wu He could feel that apart from him and Mr. A, there seemed to be no other life in this area.

This is a huge sacrificial ceremony, and the object of the ritual sacrifice is obviously the true Creator.

Those things were not there when he entered the villa. It was most likely that Mr. A had prepared them early and then raised them while fighting him.

"What kind of hatred or resentment is this~, what kind of hatred or resentment is this?"

Mr. A raised his head and glanced at the bloody barrier above his head that completely covered a large area like a pot lid. Feeling the extraordinary power that was constantly impacting the ceremony outside the barrier, he confirmed that before the battle on his side was over, they should not be able to rush in. He looked back at the Wu River below.

The best place to place this kind of sacrificial ceremony is in a residential area with a large number of pessimistic people, such as the East End dock area, or a battlefield where a big war is taking place.

Feeling the depravity, filth, madness, and twisted atmosphere in the blood-colored barrier, and feeling the twisted will of the objects connected to the barrier transmitted here across the endless distance, Wu He couldn't help but sigh...

"This is really well prepared..."

How much do you have to think highly of him to directly deal with him in this large-scale ceremony targeting thousands of groups...

Of course, although he sighed in his heart, Wu He's movements were not slow at all.

Looking at the forward movement of Mr. A in the sky, you can tell that the guy is about to use his ultimate move.

We should give corresponding blows to all the enemy's strategic intentions.

Although the recording officer's notes are very convenient, not only can they directly record the power of the demigod level, but they don't even consume much spiritual energy when used.

But it still has a fatal weakness, which is the forward swing of casting...

"I'm coming."

Looking at Mr. A who was recording notes in the sky, opening his mouth to speak the ancient Hermes language, and bursting with spirituality, Wu He turned the revolver in his hand without any politeness.

Wu He's actions naturally attracted Mr. A's attention.

However, Mr. A did not express much vigilance about the firearm in Wu He's hand.

After the battle just now, Mr. A can already make a basic judgment. The power erupted from the revolver is indeed not weak, but Bishop Rose's flesh and blood magic can withstand a few shots without any problem. After a few hard blows, he exploded with a demigod-level lightning strike. This method of exchanging injuries for lives. Mr. A said there was no problem, so he just glanced at it and continued to recite the incantation without any psychological burden. .

"I saw..."

However, Mr. A knows that the pistol cannot cause him much effective damage. Doesn’t Wu He know this?

He reached out and turned the revolver, and the shiny silver revolver suddenly began to lengthen outward at a speed visible to the naked eye.

By the time Wu He had completely pulled out the sword, which was two-thirds as long as his height, raging fire had already surrounded his body.

Circles of crimson fire spread like water waves in the Wu River, spreading to a hundred meters around in an instant. The originally dark road surface around them showed a bit of red color under the burning of the flames. .

At this moment, Wu He stood in the blazing flames, with silver-white hair on the palms of his hands, and even silver-white eyes burning with blazing fire. His whole person was like an emperor of flames, majestic and domineering. .

The speed of the flames spreading was too fast.

Mr. A hadn't even finished the second spell in his mouth. The blazing flames directly burned the ground a hundred meters around. All the buildings that mirrored the real environment of the outside world were ignited by the blazing flames, and the entire blood-colored barrier was filled with water. With a blazing fire...

At this time, Wu He raised the giant sword in his hand to his right shoulder, not caring that his clothes were ignited by the flames on the giant sword. His whole body was like a fully stretched bowstring, as sharp as His arrow-like gaze was fixed on Mr. A in the sky.

Feeling Wu He's eyes full of extreme destructive desire, Mr. A couldn't help but feel a little flustered. He opened his mouth and wanted to quickly end the last chant, but he just opened his mouth and spit out "I "", Wu He's figure appeared in front of him at some point, and the big sword burning with blazing fire had already arrived above his head...

"Skyfire, draw your sword——"

The field of vision was completely covered by the raging fire. Mr. A opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but the crackling air burned by the flames completely lost the ability to convey it to Wu He.

The sword wrapped in flames was draped firmly around Mr. A's neck.

Just like a hot knife cutting through butter, there is no barrier at all, and the head and body are instantly separated.

The black robe originally hanging on Mr. A was ignited by flames almost instantly.

And at this moment, I finally saw Mr. A's true appearance clearly. Under the hood was indeed a handsome and charming face.

Especially those eyes, a pair of scarlet eyes that seem to have the unique charm of stealing other people's souls.

But all this is meaningless...

The raging fire continued to burn, igniting Mr. A's hair, igniting Mr. A's skin, and also igniting Mr. A's flesh and blood...

It was almost only the time when Mr. A's head hit the ground, which was only a few seconds.

That handsome face was burned by the flames into a dark skull.

When the blood and flesh were completely burned, and there seemed to be nothing left to use as fuel, the blazing flames slowly extinguished, leaving only a black charcoal-like briquette falling to the ground, rolling. Toward a corner...

Seeing Mr. A's head pulling out a long tail flame in the air like a meteorite, and then finally landing on the ground, Wu He shook his head slightly, stretched out his palms that were burned by the flames, and grabbed Mr. A, which was also burning. Holding the body that was about to fall with blazing flames, he then controlled the air-bending technique and controlled the breeze to slowly fall from the sky.

After falling to the ground, Wu He stretched out his hand and directly tore the formal suit burning with flames on his body. While condensing the source of life and repairing the traces of the flames on his body, he looked up to the sky.

Looking at the bloody barrier in the sky that still hadn't disappeared, and then at the headless corpse in his hand, Wu He couldn't help but frown deeply.

"That's not right. Logically speaking, the person who arranged the ceremony has died, and his consciousness should have been interrupted. Why hasn't the ceremony ended yet?"

"Is Mr. A not dead yet? Or is there someone else hiding here?"

Thoughts were swirling in his heart, but before Wu He could figure out the reason, Mr. A's body in front of him suddenly changed again.

The originally normal corpse of Mr. A actually expanded rapidly like a balloon. In the blink of an eye, the rapidly expanding corpse burst the flaming skin on the surface of the corpse.

The flaming skin fragments exploded like grenade shrapnel, instantly confusing Wu He's face.

And just as this long tentacle stretched out from the corpse, it penetrated Wu He's right hand with great accuracy, which was too late to dodge, and rolled the flaming Skyfire Sword in his hand into his own hand.

Wu He was suddenly startled by the change he mentioned, but before he could reach out to snatch his Heavenly Fire Sword, several more long tentacles shot out from the swollen corpse, stabbing at Wu He's body. Every important part of his body forced him to step back to avoid the attack.

After forcing Wu He back, the surface of the swollen corpse squirmed rapidly. A pair of blood-red eyes suddenly opened on Mr. A's corpse, and a huge mouth opened directly above the belly button of the corpse.

If you look closely at the shape of its eyes and mouth, you will find that it is very similar to Mr. A's eyes and mouth.

Looking at Mr. A, who used his breasts as eyes, his navel as his mouth, and laughed wildly while holding his own sky-fire sword, Wu He was also speechless.

"Where did Xing Tian come from?!"

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(End of this chapter)