Reborn Killer Supreme

Chapter 748 Becoming a God (1)

The bright light guided everyone to get up and fly, even though they knew that there was a battle between two demigods, Shangguan Xiaoyao couldn't do without them.

Yin Zhiyao, who was at the forefront, saw a ray of light flying towards everyone, and hurriedly set up a barrier of Yuanli in front and shouted: "Demigod attack! Be careful to dodge!"

However, the warning sound was a beat too late in the end, and Yin Zhiyao saw Wei Shuangjue narrowly brushed past the beam of light, and fell in a spin.

"Everyone spread out, be careful of the beam attack!"

At this time, everyone in the sky noticed the abnormal situation in the north. The coercion of the gods came from under the black cloud, and there was also a terrorist attack enough to kill the Nine-Layer Holy Venerable.

"What did Shangguan Xiaoyao fight with Wuya Wusheng there?!" The distant light scattered and attacked almost all places on the mainland.

Yin Zhiyao saw with her own eyes a ray of light streak across Tianyang City, and then the city under her feet was cut in half, and fell into the cracked valley.

The strong wind hit immediately, and the figure of Shangguan Xiaoyao appeared in front of everyone's eyes in an instant, and flew towards the extremely southern Lieyang.

After a long time, Shangguan Xiaoyao's voice rang in the ears of everyone in the sky: "Go to the eternal frozen land in the south, where we will turn the world upside down!"

Another figure flashed past, that was Wuya Wusheng with a solemn face. At this time, he was holding a burning iron sword tightly in his hand, and the molten iron continuously swaying down the sky burned the ground that passed by into red.

Everyone was swept away by the coercion like a god, and they all stopped in unison but gritted their teeth and held on.

"Wuya Martial Saint has the upper hand, but Shangguan Xiaoyao doesn't have any injuries." Yin Zhiyao's complexion was as usual, and a refreshing tune played from the guzheng in her hand, sweeping away the coercion that everyone was under. "The time that Shangguan Xiaoyao needs now, we must speed up!"

……

"Fire in the furnace, strong wind blows!"

Standing on the thick and boundless snowfield, the fire in the furnace burned the flying arrows into ashes in the air, and then a gap opened under Shangguan Xiaoyao's feet.

"This damn place is really not strong." Whether it was Shangguan Xiaoyao or Wuya Wusheng, it was the first time they came to this frozen land, and the strange environment made the strength of the two equal again.

And the weird laws on the frozen soil also restricted the two people who have not yet become gods from exerting their power, which caused the damage to the mainland to be repeatedly reduced.

"Rise up! Xuelong!" Wuya Martial Saint raised his hands upwards, a huge mouth pierced out of the crack and rushed towards Shangguan Xiaoyao. The snow cover that had not changed for a long time had become solid and opaque blue ice. The cold air blew across Shangguan Xiaoyao's face like a knife scraping.

"Cut!" Shangguan Xiaoyao gritted his teeth, and the Xiaoyao sword in his hand turned into a full moon in the sky, cutting the ice dragon in half on the spot. "Wuya Martial Saint, don't be rampant!"

The cold light on the Xiaoyao sword pierced people, and the sword energy swirled and went straight to the Wuya Wusheng's ribs.

"when."

As expected, Shangguan Xiaoyao's attack was split by Wuya Wusheng's sword, and the molten iron sneered and sprayed water mist on the ice and snow ground.

At this time, the moonlight had already risen in the sky, but what was cast on the earth was not the holy whiteness, but a blood-red aura that made both of them feel bad.

"The laws of heaven and earth have already sensed the battle between us." Blood beads condensed from Shangguan Xiaoyao's hands, dripping down the Xiaoyao sword all the way to the ground. "Come on, I've been preparing for this day since I took over your inheritance."

"I have never thought about it, and I have never prepared to fight with you; heh, the country is ruthless, and the sun and the moon have no principles." Wuya Wusheng raised the burning iron sword in his hand, the looming tip of the sword and Shangguan Xiaoyao's Xiaoyao sword The sword points face each other.

With scarlet blood on one side and boiling iron on the other, the two kept drawing circles on the snow, intersecting and separating again and again.

Like the sacrifices passed down in ancient times, both sides faithfully followed their own trajectories, each stubbornly left scars on the other's body, and quietly waited for the other to fall first.

The sound of gold and iron clashing continuously resounded on the quiet snow field, and the bright moon in the north shed red light, as if covering the blood and cruelty on the ground together.

"call……"

"Well……"

However, the moonlight could not cover up the intensifying smell of blood and the rough panting sound of the prehistoric giant beast.

Shangguan Xiaoyao felt the exhaustion he had not seen for a long time, he held up his willpower and held up the Xiaoyao sword, and confronted Wuya Wusheng in unison to rest.

"Shangguan Xiaoyao, I've always had a question." Martial Sage Wuya also raised his burning iron sword with eyebrows raised, although he was panting heavily, he still maintained a high fighting spirit.

"Just ask." Shangguan Xiaoyao squinted his eyes, the injuries in his body were healing rapidly. "But whether to answer or not depends on my mood."

"Why did your body become so old?" Martial Saint Wuya glanced at Shangguan Xiaoyao's youthful disguise, and saw through the old and dead spirit at a glance. "If you have a young body, your realm may really be able to pose a fatal threat to me. As for you now, if your brain is not better than mine, maybe I won't be so embarrassed."

Shangguan Xiaoyao, whose disguise was exposed, didn't say much, but hung the tip of the Xiaoyao sword in his hand back to the ground, and the fresh blood dripped again.

"You should know the side effects of Xia Hua Dongzhuo." Shangguan Xiaoyao said with a smile on his face, facing his mortal enemy. "That's exchanging people's time for the improvement of the realm."

"Hahahaha, Shangguan Xiaoyao, your talent for divine calculation is nothing more than this!" Wuya Martial Sage immediately raised his head to the sky and laughed, and the burning iron sword swayed in front of him, creating waves of water mist again. "Xia Hua Dongzhuo is a secret technique that can only be learned by a god. If a demigod and a saint learn this thing, they will burn their lives!"

"Hmph, I underestimated it." Shangguan Xiaoyao was not angry when he heard the truth, but only pursed his lips to show a little humility. "Wuya Martial Saint, why did you tell me these things?"

"Shangguan Xiaoyao, if I can, I just don't want to compete with you and other talents." Martial Saint Wuya raised the burning iron sword in his hand, and at this time his black hair had gradually recovered between his temples and eyebrows. "I can feel that maybe I'm going to die here, but I still have to fight!"

The Xiaoyao sword is bloody, with the cold light of Qingling, with the transparent Xiaoyao sword energy, with the thick green glow of the furnace fire, and the scar that reaches the sword spine, and released the Lingling sword forward again. Bitter sword intent.

"Please old man, hold on for a while, and accompany me through this last stretch of the road."

The figures of the two merged together again, and the sound of the Hong Zhong-like impact sounded again.

……

"There, I saw Shangguan Xiaoyao and Wuya Wusheng!" Li Xiaosheng had already touched the boundary between the snowfield and the shrubs, and one step further was the thick frozen soil, but the scarlet demigod's blood spilled from it But it made him stop subconsciously.

"Damn it! Li Xiaosheng, you are the eldest son of the Warrior Yi God!" Slapping himself hard, Li Xiaosheng resolutely stepped on the snowfield, and then felt the abnormality on the snowfield. "Wait a minute...Yin Zhiyao, this is where your father ascended?!"

Not only the blood energy of Shangguan Xiaoyao and Wuya Wusheng, but also the thick and majestic aura of the last ascended god and countless gods came from under their feet.

"This is not only the place where my father ascended, but many ascenders in the heyday of the mainland entered the God Realm on the same path as their predecessors." Yin Zhiyao had a zither floating in front of her, and the clothes were floating in the air. Walking to the front of the line, it seemed that the coercion of the gods had no effect on her. "We have to hurry up. The duel between Xiaoyao and Wuya Wusheng has come to an end at this moment. Whether we can become a god is in a flash."

"Duel? What duel?" Yu Jiujie, who stepped on the ground behind, was at a loss, and walked forward with the crowd. "What qualifications does Wuya Martial Saint have to fight Shangguan Xiaoyao? Where does the evildoer have the confidence?"

Yin Zhiyao, who was walking in front, only left behind her slender back and her ethereal voice: "An ancient fable, if there is still a dispute that has not been resolved when the god-bearer arrives here, he will fight duel under the constraints of the law of the universe, and he must not be provoked." The vision of heaven and earth depends entirely on one's own original strength."

"In other words, Brother Xiaoyao is dueling with Wuya Martial Sage at the same level at this time? That's a good thing for us." Li Yuezhong was the fourth to step on the snowfield, and asked the voice that was drifting away in doubt. Zhiyao asked. "Why is sister Zhiyao still so anxious?"

Yin Zhiyao stopped when she heard the words, raised the scroll of the long river in her hand, slowly unfolded it and sent it into the air, the portrait on it slowly appeared and enlarged in front of everyone.

"It says that the owner of the Scroll of Changhe is Shangguan Xiaoyao. If I cannot return the Scroll of Changhe to Shangguan Xiaoyao before the duel is completed, then the position of inheritor of the Spring and Autumn God Sect will change hands, and Shangguan Xiaoyao will also die here. " Yin Zhiyao's voice was still calm, but she rushed towards the flashing light in the sky at a faster speed.

"Damn it, why didn't Sister Zhiyao tell you earlier! Yi Shen's chariot pried!" Li Hege strode onto the snowy ground, pulled out the scroll on his chest and threw it forcefully into the open space.

As the clouds and mist parted, the huge sled and the four unicorn horses appeared in front of them. Li Xiaosheng strode onto the groom's seat and waved: "Everyone, come up quickly, even if you can't vacate, the original speed of the bone horses is faster than ours." Quickly without using Yuan power!"

There were bursts of neighing from the bone horse, and before the people who had just stepped on the sleigh could stand still, they galloped out and shot at Shangguan Xiaoyao in the distance like a sharp arrow.

"I just received the sound transmission from the Heavenly Lord! Wei Shuangjue was rescued, and there is no serious problem for now!" Facing the cold wind blowing in his face, Li Xiaosheng shouted. "But he may not be able to enter the God Realm with us!"

"Damn it." Yu Jiujie knew what it meant without even thinking about it.

(End of this chapter)