Reborn Killer Supreme

Chapter 744 The Ultimate Battle (1)

"Haha, I kept the old man waiting for a long time, Xiaoyao dog thief!" Wuya Martial Sage strode out of Shanhaiju with his hands behind his back, looking at the domineering Shangguan Xiaoyao in mid-air.

Two half-step gods of the continent's most powerful monks, one above the other below, collided with each other.Even though it was in a windless place, the people surrounded by Shanhaiju were still so shaken by the collision of the two momentums that they couldn't look directly at them.

"Li Xiaosheng! Li Hege! Li Yuezhong! Come out to help!" Behind Shangguan Xiaoyao, the shocking aura of the ninth-level peak of the Holy Realm still came from the space channel, and even the four saints present The momentum also receded faintly.

The terrifying aura shrouded the field again, Shangguan Xiaoyao and the others once again saw the arrogance of Wuya Martial Saint Tiantian who was number one in the world, and at the same time saw the hideousness behind him for the first time.At this time, the space channel behind Shangguan Xiaoyao showed signs of instability, no matter how Xiao Ba tried to save it, it would be of no avail, and the three of the Li family also realized that they might not be able to return to the human world normally.

"Don't want those three dogs to come back, Xiaoyao dog thief, I've worked so hard to set up the overall situation for ten thousand years, just waiting for you alone!" Wuya Martial Saint bowed slightly from the waist, and rushed straight towards Shangguan Xiaoyao's body. With one stroke, the space channel in the sky was completely closed. "Come on, my eight-door Dunjia is about to take shape today!"

Turning over to pass Wuya Wusheng, Shangguan Xiaoyao slapped the golden seal with his bare hands, and shot Wuya Wusheng straight at the back.

However, what everyone didn't expect was that a figure forced the golden seal down, and fell to the ground unsteadily.

"Ao Zhantian, why are you doing this?" Shangguan Xiaoyao looked at the figure sitting on the ground vomiting blood with a complicated expression, and then stroked a breeze from his hand to blow away the injury suffered by his golden seal. "Holy Lord Nether is clearly injured by Wuya Martial Saint. You don't want to take revenge, but you join forces with him?"

The one who blocked the golden seal was Ao Zhantian who was choked away by Feng Bamian's words. At this time, even though Shangguan Xiaoyao had removed his injuries, bursts of white and blue still appeared on his face.

"Shangguan Xiaoyao, you will be charged with all these crimes! If you hadn't plotted against my master, how could he have gone to Tianyin Holy Land, and how could he have let Wuya Wusheng come out! Even if he sacrificed his life for Wuya Wusheng , Wuya Martial Saint is the sword, you are the murderer!" Ao Zhantian with a ferocious expression was still unable to suppress his anger under the two half-step gods, and rushed towards Shangguan Xiaoyao who had recovered his indifferent expression. "Come on, I want to prove with my own hands that the disciples of Lord Nether are never timid!"

Ao Zhantian's momentum was overwhelming in an instant, but there was a hint of bloody smell in the overflowing Yuan power, which diffused in everyone's senses.

In desperation, Shangguan Xiaoyao could only forcibly receive his attack, and sensed the abnormality of Ao Zhantian's sudden increase in strength: "Ao Zhantian! This secret technique was taught to you by Wuya Martial Saint?!"

The corners of Ao Zhantian's mouth overflowed with blood, and the bloody vitality kept escaping from the gap between his teeth: "I learned from Wuya Wusheng! I just want to kill you villain! My master was buried in your hands, you Go down and be buried with him!"

"Mirror surface!" Shangguan Xiaoyao pointed at the empty sky, forming a huge glass reflecting surface between him and Ao Zhantian.

The menacing Ao Zhantian ignored Shangguan Xiaoyao's defensive moves, and rushed straight towards the huge mirror that reflected the faces of everyone on the ground.

The figure of Ao Zhantian in the mirror also rushed towards him, and the momentary overlap made Ao Zhantian see the madness, blood red, and endless evil thoughts in his own eyes - but he couldn't see the madness and arrogance he used to have. The face of a brave man.

Then the mirror surface was shattered under his attack, Ao Zhantian was shocked by the huge force from the mirror surface, lost control of his body under the blurred consciousness, and was about to return to the embrace of the earth.

Then, everyone in the Nether Holy Land below unanimously waved their own ribbons formed with Yuanli, and gently took Ao Zhantian's comatose body.

"Thank you Xiaoyao for not killing." The disciples and elders of Nether Holy Land bowed to Shangguan Xiaoyao, and left the empty city gate with Ao Zhantian's body, fleeing into the distance.

At this time, the monks surrounded below had already started to evacuate, and the four holy venerables still stayed in place, and the barrier propped up by their joint efforts spread out to isolate the cold and faint divine aura on Shangguan Xiaoyao and Wuya Wusheng.

"Wuya Wusheng, you seem to be very happy to see us killing each other here?" Shangguan Xiaoyao raised his eyes that had been looking at the earth for a long time, and looked directly at Wuya Wusheng, who had his back to the sun. "You have lost what a practitioner should have. You can no longer be called a martial saint."

"If you say I'm not, then I'm not, haha! Shangguan Xiaoyao, what do you use to judge my superiority!" The black shadow of the Wuya Martial Saint on the high place on the ground became bigger and bigger, and in a blink of an eye, the city gates and towers were all covered. shrouded in. "I, Wuya Martial Sage, have been on this continent for thousands of years! You say I am not a Martial Saint!"

There was a burst of coercion from Wuya Martial Saint, who was only the size of a jade plate, and Shangguan Xiaoyao rushed back to Xiaoba who was holding the Spring and Autumn Jade Pot: "Spring and Autumn Jade Leaves, Time Barrier!"

Amidst the loud noise, the ground shrouded in the shadow of Wuya Martial Saint suddenly sank for more than half a foot, and the gate tower built on jade pillars collapsed under the heavy pressure instantly, and the whole thing was buried under the ground. The little glazed tiles on the top of the eaves are still proving that this is the gate of Tianyang City.

"Old thief Wuya, why did these mortals down here disturb you, why did you kill these people's foreheads too!" The roots burst open, and shouted at Wuya Wusheng, who had already reached the nine heavens.

The moment Wuya Martial Saint closed and opened his eyelids, Shangguan Xiaoyao's figure had already appeared above him, and a soul spear in his hand stabbed at his chest with the roar of a tiger and the roar of a dragon.

Turning around, the blue robe wrapped around the tip of the gun and fell to the sky. Wuya Wuya put away his hand knife that was still shining, and looked at Shangguan Xiaoyao who was holding a wooden pole: "What, the name of Wuya Is it something you can pick at will?"

Shangguan Xiaoyao scattered the wooden stick, pointed to the chest of Martial Saint Wuya: "Old thief, your chest is injured."

"Haha! Have you ever been afraid of hurting this old man? Shangguan Xiaoyao, it's up to you to defend!" Wuya Martial Saint looked straight at Shangguan Xiaoyao with a rampant smile, and threw his other hand at Shangguan Xiaoyao's chest in a dragon claw style.

What he didn't expect was that Shangguan Xiaoyao took the blow without dodging or avoiding it, and flew out to the distance along the force of the dragon claw.

"The boy is very calculating!" Wuya Martial Saint was taken aback for a moment, knowing that Shangguan Xiaoyao wanted to take him away from Tianyang City.

However, Wuya Wusheng knew that the key to the death of the Bamen Dunjia in their hearts was in each other's body, even if Shangguan Xiaoyao left so bluntly, he could only bite the bullet and follow.

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Seeing that the two gods in the sky had already left, Feng Bamian waved to a pile of sawdust, and the three-storey wooden pavilion of Shanhaiju appeared again amidst rumbling noises.

"Four saints, come to Shanhaiju to heal his wounds. That guy has been lured away by Shangguan Xiaoyao." He waved to the four saints sitting cross-legged on the ground. Wooden branches, constantly depicting something on the ground. "It's time to let them come back. Shangguan Xiaoyao can hardly be an enemy of Wuya Wusheng alone."

Tianyin Shengzun helped the Zhenlong Shengzun who was seriously injured and unconscious under the pressure of Wuya Wusheng, and he was about to enter the gate of Shanhaiju all the way ups and downs.

"Wait a minute, the state of the four of you..." Feng Bamian, who was concentrating on drawing lines, suddenly raised his head and looked at the four injured saints behind him. "Of the four of you, only Saint Tianyin has rules around you?!"

Hearing Feng Bamian's surprised words, the four saints stopped in their tracks, and Tianyin looked at Wuya Wusheng's face suspiciously: "What's going on, among the original six of us, there were only me and You Ming. Each of the saints has a rule, and the other four are just strong."

At that time, the four of them saw Feng Bamian's complexion changed instantly, and the speed of drawing the magic circle in his hand suddenly accelerated: "Heavenly evil! There are traces of rules in your meridians! It is that guy who made your rules If you take it away, if you add the rule of the Nether Lord, the strength of the Wuya Martial Saint is probably closer to the God Realm than I expected!"

A series of formulas were written from the inkless branch in Feng Bamian's hands, forming a circle formation on the ground, and there were lines of large characters like splashed ink running through it, and the four saints who had already climbed to the third floor Looking at the huge magic circle, even though there was not a single wave of Yuan power coming from it, they already felt the vast aura of the gods.

"What is this summoning..." Holy Venerable Tianyin muttered in his mouth, the expression on his face had disappeared. "Could it be that Wuya Martial Saint's height is beyond our ability to see through?"

Sigong Ying patted Tianyin on the shoulder, pointed to the sky on the other side of the attic, and saw the black dome there flashing down, as if the gods were about to create a new world in the world.

Yin Zhiyao felt the gusts of wind blowing from there, and couldn't help but sweat for Shangguan Xiaoyao.

"There...is Shangguan Xiaoyao already so powerful?" The True Dragon Lord regained consciousness, and also noticed Shangguan Xiaoyao's aura.

At this time, a roar nearby caused everyone's heads to return to the downstairs. At this time, Feng Bamian's large formation had been depicted, and there were bursts of familiar breaths from above, as well as waves that reached directly into the sky. Thin column of light.

"We're coming back soon, the last hope on the mainland." Gusts of wind came from the magic circle, and Feng Bamian saw Li Xiaosheng and others emerging from the swing of his robe.

(End of this chapter)