Reborn Killer Supreme

Chapter 750 Becoming a God (3)

A mouthful of blood splattered on the snow field, Shangguan Xiaoyao's body that had not recovered from the long battle could no longer bear such an impact, and his shaking body was about to fall to the ground.

"Soul Lord battle body! Appear!" The five-foot-high soul master battle body suddenly appeared on the snow field, and the eighteen arms tore the other arm of the giant ape into snow foam on the ground.

Compared with the roar of the giant ape, the giant ape's body was easily disassembled, and it turned into a godless snow foam just like the giant dragon.

"More giant beasts, Wuya Wusheng is dragging me if he can't survive himself? Don't even think about it!" Soul Lord Battle Body completely demolished another giant python with a wave of his hand, but Shangguan Xiaoyao said that because of the long time The blood was overflowing with the circulation of Yuanli, and the injury further aggravated.

"Finally it's my turn, Shangguan Xiaoyao, go die! I will accept your soul, and I will become a god in a thousand years!" Wuya Martial Saint easily pierced a hole in the soul master's battle body from behind In an instant, a huge wound was left on Shangguan Xiaoyao's back.

"Pfft." Shangguan Xiaoyao, who was seriously injured, remained unstable, and the soul master's battle body that was maintained for a short time dissipated invisible on the spot.

The huge snow block after the giant snake collapsed faced the two people's faces as hoods, and the two people who were seriously injured fell into the sky and were buried in the heavy snow.

A strange situation happened. When both Shangguan Xiaoyao and Wuya Wusheng lost consciousness and were buried, the huge monsters stopped their attacks. Some collapsed and dissipated, while others seemed to be waiting for something. , standing there motionless.

Tranquility was restored in the snow field again, and the ponds left by the two of them constantly using fire attacks also turned into mirror ice crystals, reflecting the sky in vain.

……

"Fight!" At this time, Yin Zhiyao was once again entangled by a group of snowfield horses behind her, and she rushed forward with all her strength, but she couldn't escape much distance.

"Feng Liuhuo!"

Yin Zhiyao turned sideways and flicked her fingers backwards, and the flames slammed into the standing horses, pulling them away again: "Why did Shangguan Xiaoyao's fighting sound stop!?"

At this time, the mood that was only a little anxious was now suspended by the silent situation, and the heart was suspended in the throat, and the bone horse under him suddenly moved a little faster.

She buried her head on the road, but at this moment she saw streamers flying over the ground from time to time, and was startled to realize that a creature threatening her back had appeared in the sky.

Eagerly holding the reins with both hands, he manipulated the bone horse to turn left and right, looking for his own position among the snow-coloured birds that kept falling to the ground.

Then she heard the sound of the bone horse's knees cracking, and the high-intensity running finally left the artificial object with irreparable damage.

"Damn it! Keep going! Hold on a little longer!" Yin Zhiyao gritted her teeth, looked at the galloping horses behind her and the flying birds like sharp arrows falling from the sky, and a sense of despair suddenly came from the bottom of her heart.

It was raining continuously in the leaky house, and just after running out for less than a dozen feet, the bone horse was about to be scattered all over the ground amidst the sound of its skeleton breaking and cracking. Yin Zhiyao quickly turned over and stepped on the ground with both feet.

"This is...why?" Yin Zhiyao, who was about to defend against the attack, held the guzheng in both hands, and stood on the ground with both feet, and the defensive barrier was already formed.

However, those wild beasts condensed by Snow White and Law stopped moving forward, and even turned their heads over on the spot.

"Could it be that I've already arrived?" Yin Zhiyao realized that the ground under her feet was not that endless and smooth road, the puddles that had turned into lumps of ice and the towering ground were traces that she could not ignore. "There's been a fight here, and there's a smell I'm familiar with..."

When Yin Zhiyao analyzed it carefully, the snowdrift not far away suddenly exploded, and two bloody figures appeared in her eyes.

"Yin Zhiyao?" One of the old men looked familiar and recognized Yin Zhiyao at a glance. "Zhiyao, why are you here!?"

"Who are you?" Yin Zhiyao looked at the silver-white old man, but felt Shangguan Xiaoyao's familiar aura from him, and her heart suddenly jumped. "Where did Shangguan Xiaoyao go?!"

The blood-stained silver-haired old man's expression was dull for a moment, he looked down at his hands, only to realize that his disguise had disappeared: "Zhiyao... I am Shangguan Xiaoyao."

Even though she already had guesses in her heart, Yin Zhiyao still couldn't believe her eyes, the gaps on Shangguan Xiaoyao's face seemed to announce to her the years she had experienced without her.

"Why did this happen...Xiaoyao, what have you experienced?! No!!!" Yin Zhiyao's face was already filled with unstoppable tears, and her hands were trembling uncontrollably. "Xiaoyao, am I dreaming? I'm still going through the secret realm, right?!"

"Didn't you two think about the old man's feelings when you two were friends with each other?" Yin Zhiyao, who was in grief, forgot another old man. Behind Yin Zhiyao's back, the tiger's claws in his hand were about to dig into Yin Zhiyao's back heart.

Yin Zhiyao felt the slowing down of time, and slowly turned her head to look at Wuya Martial Saint who was full of ferocious expressions. The sharp claws had already torn off the soft armor on the back, and the exposed skin was being cut by the cold air, and the tiger The wind blade from the claws has even opened the slightest scars.

Yin Zhiyao, who was already desperate in her heart, formed a sharp contrast with Wuya Wusheng, who was full of distorted expressions.

However, Shangguan Xiaoyao, who both of them didn't notice, was suddenly in the middle at this time, and the broken Xiaoyao sword was placed across his chest, and he was about to take the blow forcibly.

"Ding……--"

The sharp sound of jingling bells appeared next to the ears of the three of them, and six drops of blood immediately dripped onto the ground—the Xiaoyao sword was broken.

Wuya Martial Saint stepped back, his entire body was covered in blood red from his chest to his feet, but it wasn't his.

Puff.

Shangguan Xiaoyao's knees fell on the snow, and the hilt of the broken sword was still firmly in his hand.

Yin Zhiyao walked around behind Shangguan Xiaoyao, the scene in front of her almost dazzled her, she hugged Shangguan Xiaoyao who was slowly falling to the ground with the dizziness, the fragments of the broken sword had penetrated into his chest, Blood was constantly oozing out.

"Hmph, overestimate one's strength." Wuya Martial Sage stroked his predecessor with his hands, and his face has returned to clarity. Except for the state of where he fell and the line of wounds on his chest, it is completely impossible to tell that this old man has just experienced a long battle. . "It's all right now, one step away from reaching the top, but it ended up being a tragic end for a woman."

Shangguan Xiaoyao was completely still at this time, and the energy on his body was also rapidly escaping away from him.

For a moment, there were only the footsteps of Wuya Martial Saint, Yin Zhiyao's faint sobs, and the faint sound of drops of blood falling into the snow.

"Don't hurt Shangguan Xiaoyao! One person rains arrows!" At this moment, Li Xiaosheng's voice came from a distance, and the floating snow on the ground trembled. "Yin Zhiyao! Scroll of the Long River!"

The black flying arrows struck, each arrow was shining with the aura of the imperial realm, the resonance between each other made Wuya Wuya feel infinite pressure, and his face tensed involuntarily.

At this time, the three people in the distance had already rushed towards Shangguan Xiaoyao's body, all of them were wounded, but they were full of determination, without any signs of fatigue.

The rain of arrows that filled the sky had also passed over the heads of the crowd, spreading out more and more in the air.

"We hold Wuya Martial Saint, Shangguan Xiaoyao's Scroll of Changhe will be handed over to you!" Li Xiaosheng's voice sounded again, but he was nowhere to be seen.

The support of the four made Yin Zhiyao see hope, and hurriedly put Shangguan Xiaoyao's body on her back, not afraid of the fragments of the Xiaoyao sword that were deeply embedded in the skin and flesh to scratch her back.

"Down!" Following Li Xiaosheng's angry roar again, a rain of arrows fell towards the Wuya Martial Saint. If any one of the Four Great Saints was replaced by the unavoidable power, they would not be able to fight it alone.

However, in the hands of Martial Saint Wuya, filaments grew again, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, they turned into two golden swords, slashing at the arrows that kept flying: "It's quite easy to use after learning from Shangguan Xiaoyao."

Wuya Wusheng's provocation aroused Yu Jiujie's anger. He pulled out his Jiujie sword, swept a snowflake towards the ground, and turned it into a twilight to slap Wuya Wusheng.

"Joke, what can this kind of attack leave me?!" Martial Saint Wuya easily freed up a hand, and raised his sword to sweep at Yu Jiujie who was rushing.

In the falling sword, he didn't feel the touch of flesh and blood, Wuya Martial Saint was distracted and looked at Yu Jiujie in front of him.

"How can my ability be so low?" Yu Jiujie's body had transformed into a pale shell at this time, looking dully at Wuya Wusheng's eyes. "Wuya Martial Saint, watch my performance."

Afterwards, the fragrance of bamboo came over his face, that dull face was just a puppet as Martial Saint Wu Ya expected: "Hmph, what is a mere puppet?"

"How is Master Xiaoyao's condition?" A burst of snow dust rolled up, and Li Yuezhong's back appeared in front of Yin Zhiyao's eyes.

At this time, Yin Zhiyao was already sitting in a pool of blood, with Shangguan Xiaoyao's shoulders in his arms, the back of his head was resting on Yin Zhiyao's lap, and the scroll of the long river was being held on his chest.

"Xiaoyao's situation has stabilized, and he is currently comprehending the scroll of the long river, and he will wake up soon." Yin Zhiyao said calmly.

"The mysterious turtle formation is on the defensive." Li Yuezhong's twin swords carved the formation on the snow, and a familiar tortoise shell surrounded Yin Zhiyao and Shangguan Xiaoyao. "Sister Zhiyao settle down here, we will hold Wuya Wusheng back."

Before Yin Zhiyao could react, Li Yuezhong's figure rushed forward, the sharp blades in his hands had already shown the image of a dragon and a tiger, and rushed towards Wuya Wusheng in front of him.

(End of this chapter)