Destiny Martial God

In the giant sword gate!

"Damn it!"

Looking at the sword less than one centimeter away from him, which contained the destructive power gathered after the remaining sword exploded, the middle-aged man in red couldn't help cursing and quickly retreated.

However, the middle-aged man in red, who had been locked by the sword containing huge destructive power, was shocked to find that no matter how fast he retreated, the distance between the sword and his forehead was not pulled away, but as time went by, the distance was less than one centimeter.

"At this critical moment of life and death, you continue to overdraw more souls and energy to me to help me perform the strongest attack!"

The middle-aged man in red, who was locked by the Thousand Swords Heart-Eating Sword Skill, knew that he could no longer get rid of Yu Haoran's attack as a sword.

Now, there is only one way to go, that is to see who is stronger and who has stronger defense.

Therefore, the middle-aged man in red, who was transformed by the middle-grade mace of the holy realm with his own independent intention, bowed his head and gave instructions to the great elder and others.

"This...!"

Faced with the order of the middle-aged man in red, the faces of the elders and others suddenly darkened.

The soul is not only the basis for a warrior's cultivation and strength, but also the capital for whether he can advance to a higher realm in the future.

Overdrawing one-third of the soul will hurt the foundation, but using the top elixir to warm it up afterwards can barely make up for the overdrawn soul.

It will neither affect one's own foundation nor delay the potential to impact a higher realm in the future.

But if the soul is overdrawn by more than half, it is not just as simple as affecting the foundation, it may even cause the potential to fall, and thus there is no hope of breaking through the martial saint realm in one's lifetime.

This is a difficult choice for the eight elders and martial artists who have the ability to impact the martial saint realm.

"What, you don't want to, right!"

Looking at the hesitant elders and others, the middle-aged man in red continued to use the means of rapid retreat to delay the speed of the sword piercing the forehead as much as possible, while threatening with an unhappy expression.

"Don't forget, the young man in front of you is a butcher who is vindictive and good at bloody revenge."

"If I am killed, you will not only lose the only means to turn defeat into victory, but you will also suffer bloody revenge from this young man afterwards."

"Life or death, it depends on your own choice!"

Facing the threat of the middle-aged man in red, the eyes of the second elder and the other seven elders were all cast on the first elder and Wu Xing, hoping that they could make the final choice.

Ignoring the gazes of the seven elders, the first elder looked up at Wu Xing, and a look of expectation flashed in his eyes.

Then, he instructed the thirteenth elder who was responsible for alerting the non-surname peak masters.

"Wu Yi, you will replace the master!"

"Ah! Oh! Okay!"

Although the thirteenth elder finally nodded in agreement to let himself overdraw his soul on behalf of the master, which means sacrificing himself, he was full of resentment in his heart.

Although the master Wu Xing's talent and potential are more outstanding, his martial arts talent and potential are also not bad.

Moreover, he is the youngest elder among the crowd, and it is not impossible for him to catch up with or even surpass Wu Xing's ability and opportunities in the future.

Seeing Wu Yi unwillingly and reluctantly agreeing, the elder elder also felt a little reluctant.

But in order to preserve the blood inheritance of the Wu family, as well as the status and interests of the Wu family in the Giant Sword Gate, the elder elder could only cruelly stop paying attention to Wu Yi, but gently admonished Wu Xing.

"Master, you are not only the spiritual symbol of the Giant Sword Gate, but also the hope of our Wu family's inheritance."

"So, you should temporarily withdraw from the next bloody battle!"

"Elder elder, don't worry, I swear to destroy the Hundred-foot Gate to repay the elders for their sacrifice."

Let Wu Yi replace himself and stop himself from overdrawing his soul. The elder elder's decision made Wu Xing secretly happy, and he quickly promised solemnly.

"Humph!"

Seeing Wu Xing's solemn vow to destroy the Hundred-foot Gate, Li Zhongming snorted in disdain.

If Wu Xing really wanted to avenge the Great Elder and others who sacrificed themselves for him, then when he made the promise just now, he should have sworn by the rules of heaven.

But what happened!

The oath without any promise means that the Wu family, which has lost the Great Elder and others, will not be able to destroy the Baichi Gate in the future, and even whether it can continue to control the power of the Jujian Gate will become a problem, let alone the strength to avenge the blood hatred.

Even Li Zhongming, a non-surname peak master, can detect that Wu Xing's promise just now is insincere, so how can the shrewd Great Elder not detect it.

But the situation is imminent, even if he is dissatisfied with Wu Xing's attitude just now, the Great Elder did not show any dissatisfaction.

Then, the Great Elder gave instructions to the eight elders with a sad expression.

"Elders, in order to preserve the Wu family and protect the foundation that the Wu family has fought for for hundreds of years, I, Wu Chang, beg you to continue to overdraw one-third of your soul to help the Saint Realm Middle-grade Mace to kill Yu Haoran."

Faced with the elder's lamenting plea, even the thirteenth elder, who was full of resentment in his heart, could only nod in agreement.

But at this moment, Yu Haoran's voice suddenly came from the sword that was constantly chasing the middle-aged man in red.

"Elder, if you agree to my two conditions, I, Yu Haoran, swear by the rules of heaven that I will never harm the eight of you elders, let alone massacre your Wu family."

The nine elders who were ready to start drawing souls were shaken by Yu Haoran's goodwill.

Then, together with the thirteenth elder who had just joined, the eight elders looked at the elder at the same time, with a look of desire in their eyes.

"Yu Haoran, what are the conditions?"

As the first person in the Yuanlao Peak of the Giant Sword Sect, the power and treatment enjoyed by the elder were not inferior to that of the sect leader Wu Xing. In some places, Wu Xing even needed to listen to his opinions.

Therefore, the elder was more reluctant to overdraw more than two-thirds of his soul than all the elders present, and even more reluctant to die.

Now, after hearing Yu Haoran's request for reconciliation, facing the expectant eyes of the eight elders, he directly asked.

"The first condition is to let me deal with Wu Zhen, the culprit."

Seeing the elders and others who were willing to negotiate conditions, Yu Haoran, who turned into a sword, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Originally, according to his and Ta Ling's speculation, the Thousand Swords Devouring Heart Array, which was fully controlled by the array hand gesture, could exert 100% of the array's power. The strongest array attack, the Thousand Swords Devouring Heart, could even threaten a warrior at the peak of the third rank of Martial Saint.

Although the middle-aged man in red who was transformed from a Saint Realm mid-rank mace had reached the peak of the sixth rank of Martial Saint, the mace, which had completely deviated from the righteous path of the military, would naturally be restrained by the sword.

If some strategies and means were used, there would be a 60% to 70% chance of defeating a Saint Realm mid-rank mace.