Reborn Killer Supreme

Chapter 800 Reversal of Time
"Autumn Maple Leaf Magic Twelve Stances!" Turning around, a huge ground hammer fell, and Shangguan Xiaoyao got into the arms of a huge enemy, with the tip of the long sword in his hand against the opponent's chest, one after another The dim and dead light hit the opponent's flesh and blood chest like a cannonball.

Shangguan Xiaoyao pushed away the opponent's huge body, and almost crawled out from a pool of golden blood: "Even if I still have combat experience, I still can't adapt to this body and this weak spirit... "

With a flick of the blood clot that was almost solidified on the sword, Shangguan Xiaoyao didn't care if it was really clean or not, and just put it into the scabbard.

"It seems...my current position is not the main battlefield. I haven't seen the powerful generals under the master of the Dao, nor have I seen any powerful figures in the Shenzong." Shangguan Xiaoyao looked forward, only some He wasn't much stronger, and he fought fiercely with some gods who weren't much weaker than god warriors of the same level. "The Dao Shenzong has more people than here. It seems that I have to find a chance to leave here."

Shangguan Xiaoyao doesn't know at all whether he has experienced another rebirth or just the time has come, so he simply thinks about how to leave here.

"Tsk, come again!" The line formed by the Shenzong fighters in front was suddenly opened a gap, and the huge figure that was no different from the fighters killed before bumped into him again. "Frost Leaf Autumn Divine Art Sealing Form!"

Seeing that the immobile giant hammer warrior was beaten by other gods in a few strokes, Shangguan Xiaoyao decided to go to the front line first and seek a way out in the most dangerous place: "Perhaps it may be possible to directly reverse the situation of the battle!"

However, almost as soon as he thought of it, a huge pink magic spell flew in front of him.

Shangguan Xiaoyao wanted to dodge, and even thought out the dodge route and defense method in his mind, but his body stood there motionless.

So he could only watch helplessly as the huge magical ball landed only a few feet away in front of him, the round case cracked, and the light from it splashed out.

"boom--"

"Hey! Warrior, warrior! How do you feel, can you continue to fight!" Shangguan Xiaoyao felt that there seemed to be a figure shaking in front of his hazy eyes, and there seemed to be two people playing the flute in his ears. He couldn't hear what he was shouting. "God of Autumn Leaves? Are you okay, get up quickly, and go to the rear if you are injured!"

Finally, the tinnitus subsided, and the vision regained clarity. Shangguan Xiaoyao held his forehead and stood up again with the support: "Well, fortunately, I haven't been corroded or damaged. You—"

Shangguan Xiaoyao patted the opponent's shoulder, and then felt sticky in his hands, but when he looked, he found that the opponent's entire body had been dissolved into blood all over the floor by the inexplicable attack.

"Oh, war." Helplessly complaining twice, Shangguan Xiaoyao pulled out his blood-stained long sword again and rushed forward.

In an instant, hundreds of cries and explosions were poured into the ears, and everyone was screaming to activate their magic, and everyone was screaming for rescue or support.

Shangguan Xiaoyao moved lightly, a flash of light brushed his chest and smashed into the ground far behind him.

"Continuous firing of magical pine needles!" The sword light swung forward, and each swing of the sharp sword in the air would emit green flashes of light, flying towards the direction of the attack.

Sensing a crisis in his heart, Shangguan Xiaoyao rolled to the side in embarrassment again, and the silent explosion caused waves of earth to slap on his body.

Shangguan Xiaoyao ignored the wails that came from not far away, the tip of the sword pointed to the cloudy front again, a thick yellow light segment shot into the distance, and the explosion and wailing were faintly fed back to Shangguan Xiaoyao's ears.

Before he could feel a little bit happy, he felt his feet go limp, and he knelt down on the ground with his long sword supported on one knee: "Tsk, the energy of the middle god is not as high as the future me."

Yes, the successive attacks made the God of Autumn Leaf's aura almost squandered. Under exhaustion, even though Shangguan Xiaoyao's spirit was still high and determined to fight again, his body was already weak and fell to his knees.

Unfortunately, through the fog and black clouds, Shangguan Xiaoyao heard the sound of rapid footsteps coming from the opposite side, as well as the timid pressing force.

"Damn it, the other side is charging, everyone pay attention! Gather up, approach! Stabilize the front line!" Behind her was a thin woman wearing a green armor and dotted with green leaves, holding a slender saber and a shoulder-length sword in her hand. The tall long shield shouted and stood in front of the assembled crowd. "Hey, God of Autumn Leaves, come back!"

Under the pull of a force born out of thin air, Shangguan Xiaoyao's body suddenly flew backwards, standing behind the woman.

Shangguan Xiaoyao, who barely stood up, tried his best to look at the turbulent breath in the mist, and heard the woman turn her face to show him a smile: "Hello, I am Chunzhixiao, the eldest sister of the Lord of the Four Seasons."

Shangguan Xiaoyao felt the vitality gradually recovering in his body, and looked at the other party suspiciously.

"Sorry, I don't have much left..." For some reason, Shangguan Xiaoyao felt a strange beating of the heart in this body.

"Heh, it seems that the idiot I am possessing fell in love with a very powerful guy." Shangguan Xiaoyao had a crooked smile on his lips, and raised his long sword with his hands shoulder-to-shoulder. "Then I can't let you die, or I will feel guilty."

Shangguan Xiaoyao looked forward with his eyes propped up. At this time, Chun Zhixiao stood in front of all the remaining gods with his shield upright, beside him was the God of Autumn Leaf possessed by Shangguan Xiaoyao, and the Spring and Autumn Shenzong who could still stand on the entire battlefield The gods of the gods have been arranged on both sides of the shield in a sharp cone array.

"Lights of the God Realm, be firm!" Chun Zhixiao's shield glowed with green light, protecting Shangguan Xiaoyao behind him intentionally or unintentionally.

The dust and mist that filled the battlefield had slowly dissipated, and Shangguan Xiaoyao saw the gods of the avenue who were approaching a few feet away, rushing towards them with the attitude of crushing the world.

He stirred up the little remaining Yuanli, and raised the long sword in his hand vigorously.

"kill!!!"

Shangguan Xiaoyao stood up abruptly, and the Xiaoyao Excalibur flew into his hand following his call, and the leather sheath on it was blown away by the lingering sword energy.

A gust of cold wind blew through his body, and he realized that he was actually still lying on the big bed in the Spring and Autumn Temple, and the bed was completely soaked with sweat.

He leaned the Xiaoyao Excalibur on the edge of the bed, and sat there with his hands on his forehead.

"Are you awake?" Feng Bamian's body appeared out of nowhere, sitting on the edge of the bed with his back facing Shangguan Xiaoyao, holding a whetstone in his hand to polish the Xiaoyao Excalibur. "How was your sleep?"

Shangguan Xiaoyao shook his head, as if he glanced sideways at Feng Bamian's hunched back: "You gave me this dream? Heh, I was quite frightened."

"No, this is what you have to go through to improve your realm. After all, you have to see those things in the last time of the Spring and Autumn Shenzong." Feng Bamian pressed the whetstone on the Xiaoyao Shenjian, and slid it all the way to sword tip. "Well, how about expressing your feelings?"

Little sparks fell on the cold and dark ground in the hall, and fell silent unwillingly.

"Thinking? I don't have any feelings. I just feel that I'm stupid, and I want to change history." Shangguan Xiaoyao stroked his loose hair back to the back of his head, and tied it up with a strip of cloth growing out of the air. "I want to know the story after that, what happened to the God of Autumn Leaves and the Dawn of Spring?"

"Master Chunzhixiao, I haven't seen her since that battle. As for the God of Autumn Leaves." Feng Bamian stopped the whetstone in his hand, and put the Xiaoyao Excalibur back into the leather case. "His story can be called the last legend of the Spring and Autumn Shenzong."

Feng Bamian got up and walked towards the door where the sunlight came in: "By the way, even if the Xiaoyao Shenjian is made of Wuxiang iron, you should take care of it. The sword spirit needs your nourishment."

Shangguan Xiaoyao waved his hand: "Understood, Old Feng, let me recover by myself, and I will go out later."

"Keep in mind that history is just history. The past experienced by the Spring and Autumn Shenzong is also the experience of the successors of the Spring and Autumn Sect. Don't get caught up in it." Feng Bamian finally said to Shangguan Xiaoyao before being swallowed by the light.

Shangguan Xiaoyao was the last one left in the hall, as well as Wuxi Sword Spirit with various emotions in his eyes.

Shangguan Xiaoyao looked up at the passing aura that wafted from the top of the hall from time to time, and finally lifted the bedding and stood on the ground.

"Is it time... I always feel that there is still something missing." Feeling the thicker divine breath in his body, and the 110 divine patterns that have been simplified and arranged in an orderly manner, Shangguan Xiaoyao felt the heaviness of the future. "Sword Spirit, what do you think, what do we still lack?"

Strands of thin threads appeared on his body, interspersed with each other and woven into cloth.

Then the cloth pieces are connected and interwoven with each other to become cloth pieces, and the pieces are connected to form clothing.

Shangguan Xiaoyao now changed into a sky blue collarless gown with no front hem and a jade white brocade lining, with leather boots turned up to the knees, and a golden breath flashed in the folds that appeared from time to time on the close-fitting trousers.

When all the clothes were on, Shangguan Xiaoyao had already attached his hands to the heavy door.

A slightly blazing light shot into his slightly squinted eyes from the crack of the door, Shangguan Xiaoyao firmly pushed the bronze door knocker, and the light scattered in the originally quiet hall.

"My lord, please take a look at the armor and various materials captured from which demons."

"My lord, our wounded have been placed in the side hall at this time, Jiu Jie and Master Zhiyao are treating them..."

"My lord, the sentry we set off has returned for the third time, and it is officially confirmed that there are still two days left to break through."

(End of this chapter)