Tripod Reverses the Heaven

When the ancient wind put all his eggs in one basket and vowed to kill Xing Tian, Xing Tian sat silently under the tortoise shell. He made full use of his divine power and held his own Taoist instrument to resist.

It is worth mentioning that although the ancient law of famine has successfully cut off Xing Tian's cultivation, his Taoist weapons are intact and still in the state of the most peak period.

This is also a helpless move. The power of the law of famine of the ancient wind is limited. He has not understood the law of famine to a deeper level.

If you reach the point of juechuang emperor, is it so simple to cut down cultivation accomplishments when one law comes down? If you are swept by the law of famine, you have to disappear directly in this world.

Boom!

At this remarkable moment, the second sword of the ancient wind was finally cut down again. The tortoise shell shook violently on the spot, but it was still intact.

Even so, the sky below is still gushing blood and has a tendency to be shocked to death.

"I'll go. What's the situation? Is the tortoise shell of Xingtian really so hard? How dare you block this sword again? "

The crowd exclaimed at the hardness of the tortoise shell.

A young man sighed: "it seems that I have to find a way to fix a turtle shell and come back to save my life. Although the attack power is not strong, it is absolutely resistant! "

People are talking, and the ancient style is frowning. The hardness of the tortoise shell really surprised him.

Earlier, he had made bold remarks. If he failed in ten moves, he would be considered a loser. With the previous punch, the law of famine and the power of two swords, the ancient style has sent out four moves.

It is reasonable to say that beheading Tianjue has been performed twice and has not killed his opponent. The ancient style should change its routine. But beheading heaven is no other supernatural power. What it pays attention to is a decisive will of "sword out of scabbard is better than killing". If the ancient wind gives up, his decapitation will be abolished.

Therefore, the ancient wind roared again: "Xing Tian, take my fifth move again!" Roaring, his figure faded again, and it was an endless life essence, which was added to the purple sword.

With a loud bang, the third sword fell.

The tortoise shell above Xing Tian's head suddenly shone and had amazing defense. It was blocked again.

Although he blocked another sword, Xing Tian himself coughed up blood again and again, and almost fell down.

"Again, the sixth move!"

Three swords in a row failed to break the tortoise shell. The ancient wind was not discouraged. He directly sent out the fourth sword, that is, the sixth move. At the same time, his figure faded again... The reason why the ancient style was so decisive was that he was not discouraged at all, because he knew that in fact, he was still facing a Taoist instrument in the peak period.

"God, is this ancient wind crazy? If it goes on like this, even if it can cut the tortoise's shell, won't he be consumed to death? "

At this moment, people were silly, because they found that the ancient style was completely killing with life. Kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred.

The fourth sword fell. After a burst of explosion, the tortoise shell was still intact, but the Xingtian below could no longer support it and fell down.

"Yes, the ancient wind has won. Xing Tian has no ability to fight back. At this time, Xing Tian has fainted! "

On the spot, there were bursts of exclamations, followed by bursts of cheers.

Indeed, when the battle came to this point, Gu Feng won completely. As long as he was willing, he could take Xing Tian's life at any time. On that day of punishment, he said earlier that he would kill ancient customs with ten moves. As a result, under the first move, he suffered a sudden loss. As a result, he was swept by the law of famine, and he completely lost his ability to fight back.

The next four swords are completely hard to resist death.

At this moment, the whole audience broke out into fierce cheers, and people were cheering. However, the ancient wind did not stop. He sent out the fifth sword at the still suspended turtle shell: "take my seventh move!"

Boom!

When the sword was cut off, the ancient wind's body was empty again, and the uncontrollable tortoise shell immediately appeared a crack, but it was still not broken.

"God, the ancient wind is really crazy. He has won. Why do you have to cut people's Taoist weapons? Kill Xing Tian directly and take this weapon for your own use? "

People exclaimed again, and the joy of victory was diluted all at once. No one can guess what the ancient wind thinks in his heart, and no one knows why the ancient wind has to quarrel with the tortoise shell.

But only Gu Feng himself knew that he had to cut the tortoise shell, otherwise his Taoist heart would be affected and he would be scrapped.

The five swords have been cut off, but the tortoise shell has not been completely broken, which makes the ancient wind frown. Finally, he gritted his teeth and roared again: "come again, the eighth move!"

Boom!

The eighth move, that is, the sixth sword, was cut down again, and the cracked tortoise shell was even more overwhelmed. The surface of the whole tortoise shell was cracked. So far, this rare defensive weapon was completely destroyed. I saw that circle after circle of runes were scattered, and the core array in this Taoist instrument was all broken, which was completely scrapped.

Although it was completely destroyed, it was not completely broken.

Therefore, the ancient wind roared again: "the ninth move, the seventh sword, death!"

As soon as the roar fell, the whole body of the ancient wind disappeared directly, no longer empty, but completely disappeared. His body turned into all the essence and completely integrated with the yuan divine sword embryo.

He put all his eggs in one basket and cut out the last sword.

The big sword was in the air, and the cold light was everywhere. At this moment, people were completely surprised by the momentum of the big sword and screamed constantly.

Xing Tian, who had already fainted, woke up at this moment. He looked up at the sky and was scared to scream: "ah... No, don't, don't kill me!"

It's too late to ask for mercy now. When the ancient sword comes out of its scabbard, it will take its life. If you don't kill Xing Tian today, you will never stop.

With a loud bang, the last sword was finally cut down. The tortoise shell, which had been completely destroyed, could not stop the prestige of the sword. It was blown up on the spot and turned into powder.

The big purple sword, however, was unabated and cut straight to Xing Tian himself below.

At the last moment, Xing Tian raised his only left arm and wanted to block, but where could he stop it?

When the big sword fell and the battle platform rioted, the whole body of Xing Tian was directly blown to pieces and turned into powder. He couldn't escape even a trace of the power of the original God, and was completely chopped and killed.