Douluo: Conquering the Goddess from a Grass

Chapter 362 The Sword of Light and the Holy Sword of Creation

The dragon's breath was futile and even purified. The golden dragon's eyes showed extremely complicated emotions, and the dragon's body suddenly tightened.
This time it was no longer the distant and majestic dragon chant.It was the violent and angry dragon's roar!

A strong hurricane roared in the wilderness, and countless black dirt and grass clippings were swept up. The smoke and dust filled the air, gradually obscuring the vision. It seemed to be darker than the previous night in the north.

The golden dragon roared.Angrily and laboriously pushing the dragon's body out of the clouds,
A golden rope tens of feet thick is tied to the dragon's body. The golden rope is extremely tight, and it seems to be dragging a heavy object behind it.

Fang Xu looked at the sky in surprise, and murmured: "This thing won't really pull out a coffin in the end, will it?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, Kowloon pulls the coffin."

"Wait, this is Jiang Ye? It's not covering the sky!"

Fang Xu couldn't help laughing at his imaginary, of course, this is really Jiangye plane, so naturally, the golden dragon wouldn't really pull out a huge bronze sarcophagus.

Among the clouds, golden light blooms.
The golden dragon poked out its complete body from the clouds, and behind its over ten-thousand-foot body was a chariot made purely of gold.
The chariot covered half of the sky, and it was extremely huge by visual inspection.

If it falls on the ground, the entire Chang'an City may not be able to hold it, and the gold is not the gold of the world, it looks so pure and transparent, and the whole body is bright!

Pulled by the golden dragon, the pure glass-like golden chariot gradually drove out of the clouds and appeared in the sky of the world!

The sky was full of light, and the smoke and dust on the wasteland suddenly disappeared, and the illuminated area was as white as snow that had fallen for dozens of days. The space began to shake and the ground began to shake.

On the golden chariot stood a divine general.

Wearing armor condensed from Haotian Shenhui, this god general is extremely tall, as if he is a high mountain. Compared with it, the stone statue of Buddha who once stood on Washan Mountain is like a small stone man.

This god general's face was perfect to the extreme, with his own grace and demeanor, and he couldn't find any problems. Compared with him, Prince Longqing, who was once known as the beautiful son of Xiling, was like a beggar.

The expression of this divine general was extremely indifferent, his eyes exuded a blazing white radiance, he was completely ruthless and ignorant, standing in the chariot overlooking the world, everything he looked at turned into nothingness.

Fang Xu looked at the golden chariot dragged by the golden dragon in the sky, looked at the perfect light general on the chariot, saw the perfect face of the general, and suddenly shook his head.

"There is no perfect thing in the world, everything I see is illusory."

Bibi Dong looked at the general in the sky, nodded in agreement, and said, "Using illusions to deal with us, hehe, you really are quite ignorant!"

The God of Light seemed not to care about Fang Xu and Bibi Dong's comments at all, the emotion on his face was still indifferent, he slowly pulled the reins, causing the golden dragon to descend from the sky in a golden chariot,
At the same time, a lightsaber with a length of more than ten miles appeared in the hand of the god general, and it slashed towards the wilderness!
Fang Xu smiled slightly, and said contemptuously: "Illusions are always illusions. You come from Haotian Divine Kingdom. You hold the Divine Sword of Light and seem to suppress everything!"

"But you don't know that blindly bright lacks truth."

"I can tell you that the real light is not only to be feared, but also to be yearned for!"

"The light that people yearn for is the real light."

Fang Xu spread out his right hand, a sacred aura instantly condensed on his right hand, and a giant sword exuding the same sacred aura as the Holy Sword of Light slowly emerged in Fang Xu's hand.

Complicated but exquisite patterns are wrapped around the whole sword, and each pattern seems to have a strange magic power, which makes people feel a sense of admiration and longing at the first sight.

"Boom" a golden light shone from the Holy Sword of Creation. It was obviously golden, but it felt different from gold.

The color is in the eyes, but there is no way to describe it
The God of Light will stand on the golden chariot.With a heartless and ignorant face, the ten-mile-long lightsaber in his hand slashed towards the wilderness ground, and the sword's edge, which was tens of feet wide, pressed down on Fang Xu's body like a mountain.

Compared with the huge size of the golden dragon, the golden chariot, and the God of Light in the sky.

Fang Xu is like a speck of dust, not worth mentioning.

Compared with that terrifying and gigantic lightsaber, although the Holy Sword of Creation in his hand was gigantic, it was nothing more than a tiny root.

The two swords, which are obviously incomparable, seem to have the same terrifying power at this moment.

Fang Xu smiled and raised his sword to meet the lightsaber.

When the Holy Sword of Creation touched the lightsaber, everyone thought that the next moment, the lightsaber must have crushed the holy sword, and Fang Xu was purified by the lightsaber.

However, in the next second, an unbelievable scene happened.

With a "boom", I don't know what kind of action Fang Xu made, but the shining light all over the sky gathered on Fang Xu's sword.

The void was turbulent, and a black crack could be faintly seen rising from the battle between the two sides, and it was constantly expanding.

The black crack is like the big mouth of a monster who chooses to eat people, constantly devouring light and darkness.

"Crack." The sky shattered, and the sky under the light was like a mirror, and the sound of shattering continued to resound. With this continuous sound, the lightsaber suddenly shattered, collapsing like an avalanche, and scattered around the wasteland.

Fang Xu seemed to have known that such an ending would happen a long time ago. His expression remained unchanged, and the sword in his hand seemed to last forever. He pierced through the tens of thousands of fallen lightsaber fragments and attacked the golden chariot. It fell on the face of the God of Light.

The God of Light had a very fine sword mark on that perfect face, so it became no longer perfect, the ruthless, ignorant and indifferent face, because it was no longer perfect, the ruthless and ignorant face became a bit funny.

Cracking, crackling, a very small sound sounded, and there were hundreds of thousands of cracks on the face of the God of Light, and those cracks spread to his stalwart body, and the armor condensed by Haotian Shenhui also began to crack.

The God of Light, like an ice sculpture, shattered in an instant, turning into countless transparent crystals, and fell towards the ground of the wasteland with a rustling sound, like a hailstorm, but the sound was more like a rainstorm hitting the eaves.

Those tiny transparent crystals still contained the coercive and terrifying light and divine power, but they could no longer be integrated into one body, posing any threat to the master who held the sword of the world.

The God of Light and the fragments of the lightsaber kept falling on the ground of the wasteland, like a dense meteorite rain, dragging the tail of fire and falling, splashing countless smoke and dust, and igniting countless high-temperature and blazing flames.

On the wasteland, countless people rolled in pain in the divine fire, and then died, turning into green smoke and nothingness.

The God of Light who overlooked the world indifferently a moment ago also turned into nothingness and died.

One sword, kill God
(End of this chapter)