Time and space in the heavens

Chapter 1147 The outcome is decided

"Old thief Fuxi, take your life!" Ming Xiaoyang and Chi You moved almost indiscriminately.

Ming Xiaoyang had his signature frivolous smile on his face, held the halberd high in his palm, and appeared in front of Fu Xi in a flash.

The boundless brilliance on the halberd blade circulates, returning the power of faith surrounding Fuxi back to chaos.

Behind Ming Xiaoyang, Chi You tightly grasped the Ancestral Sword in his hand, and the mighty black river exuded pure devilish energy.

First break the power of faith, and then kill Fuxi.

In the flash of lightning, Ming Xiaoyang and Chi You decided everything.

If Fuxi could not be killed before he absorbed all the power of faith, then there would be only death waiting for them.

"Don't overestimate your own capabilities." Fuxi absorbed the power of faith accumulated over countless years in the human world, and his cultivation level almost surpassed that of the Mysterious Immortal. There was only the last layer of separation between him and the Immortal Golden Immortal.

It's like a thin layer of window paper that can be broken at any time.

Facing the joint attack between Ming Xiaoyang and Chi You, if it were Fuxi who had just been replaced, even if he knew that the opponent he was facing was injured and exhausted, and was only supported by his fighting spirit, he would still be prepared.

But now, it's different.

Absorbing the power of faith accumulated over countless years in the human world, Fuxi's combat power is much higher than before.

The golden and clear Xuanyuan Sword was slashed out, carrying an invincible force, and intersected with Ming Xiaoyang's halberd.

Swish!
  The move of Divine Thunder Roaring and Four Spirits Returning is a dissolving move that is enough to return everything to its original appearance.

The power of faith accumulated in the human world since ancient times was so huge that Fuxi could not fully absorb it for a while.

The thin layer of faith lingering on the body's surface collapsed immediately after being impacted by Taichu's intention.

However, the intersection of weapons brought severe pain to Ming Xiaoyang.

The magic power that was more than a thousand times stronger than his own came, and he was no longer able to hold the Fang Tian Painted Halberd in his palm, and a powerful halberd flew out.

clang!
  The halberd hit the white marble floor far away in the square, creating a deep crater with a radius of several miles.

The halberd fell into the pit and could not be found for a while.

Bang!
  Ming Xiaoyang had no time to retrieve his weapon. His slender body flew out and hit the square under the steps heavily.

Along his body, countless tiny cracks appeared, like a huge spider web, and a sharp pain came from his internal organs and even his meridians.

Since the fierce battle, Ming Xiaoyang has lost his fighting power.

The heavy injuries and tired body made it almost impossible for him to stand up.

clang!
  After easily injuring Ming Xiaoyang with one sword, the next thing Emperor Fuxi had to face was his old enemy for countless years - Demon Emperor Chi You.

The Xuanyuan Sword hangs over the splendid mountains and rivers, lingering with countless sword energy. It intersects with Chi You's Ancestral Sword, which symbolizes destruction, and makes a crisp sound.

The Black River of Destruction carried by the Ancestral Sword was easily wiped out by the Supreme Sword Qi of the Xuanyuan Sword.

The Xuanyuan Sword's remaining power had not dissipated. After blocking the Ancestral Sword, it stabbed into Chi You's broad chest.

Chi You also followed Ming Xiaoyang's footsteps and was knocked out hard, hitting the square with a muffled sound.

Rumble!
  A huge pothole appeared in the huge square, and Chi You felt as if he had been buried alive.

"Father, Brother Ming!"

Far far away, under the sacred tree.

Mo Zunzunlou never imagined that Fuxi could turn the tables at the last moment and severely injure his father and friends.

His eyes were about to burst, and he shouted with extreme grief and anger.　　　唰!
  Before he finished speaking, the figure turned into a jet of black lightning and rushed towards the Heavenly Emperor's Palace, even if he knew he was outmatched, even if he died together.

He also wanted to die beside his father and friends.

"Chonglou." Seeing Chonglou rushing out, Jingtian called out worriedly, with a complicated expression on his face.

"Xiao Kui, Xue Jian, Xiyao, let's go too." Jing Tian took a deep breath and said to the people around him.

"Now that it's over, I have a feeling it's over and we can at least witness it."

"Yes." Xiyao, who had regained her strength, stood up, took one of Xuejian's hands, and nodded in agreement.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! …

Gou Mang and Hou Tu were both elders of the God Realm, so they naturally wanted to witness this scene with their own eyes. Everyone turned into streams of light and headed towards the Heavenly Emperor's Palace.

There was even more excitement in the eyes of Ju Mang and Hou Tu.

After today, the Demon Realm will no longer be able to compete with the God Realm. Within the six realms, only the realm of gods dominates!

………………

tread!tread!tread!
  Emperor Fuxi easily severely wounded Ming Xiaoyang and Chi You with two swords, completely losing their fighting power to the two men who were already supported by the courage in their chests.

Immediately, holding the Xuanyuan Sword upside down, he walked down the steps step by step with a victor's attitude and came to Ming Xiaoyang and Chi You.

A pair of imperial eyes glanced around, showing a cold and ruthless murderous intent.

Around the body, the power of faith that was impacted by Ming Xiaoyang's Taichu intention dissipated, and the surge of mana in the body was not fully transformed into its own foundation.

But for this Emperor of Heaven, it was enough.

"Do you have any last words?" Fuxi stood not far from Ming Xiaoyang and said with a master-like attitude.

"Last words?" Ming Xiaoyang struggled to stand up from the ground regardless of his injuries. A bright blood trail was drawn wherever he touched.

Even if you lose the battle, you must maintain your dignity.

However, what no one noticed was that there was a hint of mystery shining on the blood shed by Ming Xiaoyang.

The blood seemed to be controlled by an invisible force, spreading in all directions and covering the entire square.

In the end, it even soaked Fang Tian's painted halberd that Ming Xiaoyang had thrown far away.

"Sorry, no." Ming Xiaoyang said weakly, with disheveled hair, bright long hair trembling, and bloody clothes in tatters.

"Old guy, you win, if you want to do it, just do it!"

After saying that, his thin eyelids fell down, covering his sword eyes, as if he was waiting for death with his eyes closed.

"Not bad." On the other side, the bull-headed Chi You also climbed out of the pit, using the Ancestral Sword as a crutch to support himself to stand up.

At the end of the road, the God of Death appeared in front of him. This unparalleled hero who had fought with the Emperor Fuxi for countless years showed no fear at all.

"Old thief Fuxi, if you want to take action, just do it! If you can kill us today, sooner or later, someone will stand up and challenge you, the ruthless Emperor of Heaven. I'm waiting for you on the road to hell!"

"Presumptuous!" Fuxi was furious. What he wanted was the joy of being a winner, not the ridicule of a loser.

These two devils dared to talk to him like this when they were about to die. They simply didn't want to live anymore.

In a rage, Fuxi raised the Xuanyuan Sword in his palm, and the golden sword energy appeared, intending to kill these two demons.

"Old thief, don't hurt my father!" Just at this moment, Demon Zunzunlou came to kill him. Regardless of his own exhaustion, the Yanbo Blood Blade cut through the Blood Blade Storm and attacked Fuxi.

(End of this chapter)