"Ye Xiong, I have to say that you are definitely the strongest genius I have ever encountered."

"With a bone age of two thousand years, reaching this level is unprecedented and will never happen again."

"With this move alone, apart from me, no one else in the Holy World can succeed."

"It's a pity that you met me."

Sang Tian's grip on the sword slipped, and his five fingers were cut, and a line of blood smeared onto the God-Slaying Sword.

"There are also people in the holy world who have received the blessings of heaven. Do you know what magical powers they are?"

As Sang Tian spoke, he threw an object and it fell into the air.

It is a small roll of cowhide, spread out and standing upright.

On the small roll of cowhide, there is a large mark, which is the mark of the grace of heaven.

Supernatural power: "Sword of the Sky".

Introduction: The most powerful swordsmanship in the holy world, the sword can break through the nine heavens, destroy everything, and be invincible.

"The Sky Sword is the way of swordsmanship that I comprehended and created after I ascended the throne as the founder, and received the favor of heaven. The magical power that I created with tens of thousands of fundamental accumulations, and the magical ability that you created with only a thousand fundamental accumulations, which one is stronger, you

You should be very clear in your heart.”

There was a roar all around, and everyone's expressions changed drastically as they looked at the "Sky Sword" sword technique in mid-air.

This is a magical power that has been blessed by heaven!

With such magical power, no matter how powerful Ye Xiong is, how can he stop it.

"Ye Xiong, my Sky Sword has never been used on anyone since it was created. If you stop now and succumb to me from now on, I don't have to draw the sword. Otherwise, once I draw the sword, you will definitely die." Sang Tian.

Said proudly.

"Sang Tian, ​​I, Ye Xiong, have never been afraid of anyone in my life, fighting with the sky and the earth."

"I want to see whether your Sky Sword is more powerful or my Buddha Devil Palm!"

Not only did Ye Xiong fail to stop his momentum, he went even crazier and destroyed the windmill.

"If that's the case, then go die!"

Sang Tian held his sword up to the sky, received a blood sacrifice, and the sword's power soared to the sky.

With a rumble, above the sky and in the universe, the light of the soulless stars fell on the God-Slaying Sword.

It is as if man, sword, and heaven and earth are connected together.

Man is the sword, and the sword is the sky.

Fighting against the sky will lead to death.

"Ye Xiong, stand down, you are no match." Chu Tianjiao shouted in the distance.

Although her strength was still weak, she could feel that the ancestor's sword was unstoppable, and Ye Xiong was absolutely unstoppable.

"I'm not a deserter all the time, at least, not this time."

kill!

kill!

The big windmill in the Buddha's devil's palm and the kendo of Qianqiong's sword collided with each other in mid-air.

…

On a distant planet.

Countless monks looked up into the depths of the universe.

There, it seemed as if superpolar planets collided and exploded, igniting a flame that spread across the entire sky.

"Is this a planet collision?"

"The collision of planets may not cause such big fluctuations. It is probably the collision of galaxies!"

"I hope it's not a living planet."

The turmoil lasted for half an hour.

Chu Tianjiao ran away quickly, and it wasn't until she was hundreds of thousands of kilometers away that she stopped, patted the dust on her clothes, and looked shocked.

She didn't care about the onlookers around her, who were dead or injured, and her eyes fell on the center of the explosion.

After a long time, two figures finally appeared there.

One person was wearing a yellow robe, his breath was messy, his hair was disheveled, but he was not injured.

The other man was covered in blood, his clothes were torn, his face was bent, and he couldn't even stand still.

There were holes pierced in both of his palms, and water was dripping from them.

"You are really amazing at blocking my sword from the sky without dying."

Sang Tian held his hands behind his back, and with the power of his ancestors, he swallowed up mountains and rivers.

"However, you lost after all."

"The Sky Sword is really amazing." Ye Xiong stood up unsteadily.

The sword strike just now not only broke through his Buddha and Demon, but also his body-protecting aura and powerful physical body.

At this moment, he realized that cultivation still relies on accumulation and foundation.

Sang Tiandu's bone age is almost 60,000 years old. If he still can't defeat him, then after he breaks through to the half-step Mahayana, these 50,000 years will be in vain.

It's ridiculous that I thought that I could fight with him after I advanced half a step to Mahayana.

"I'll give you two ways to go."

"First, let me carve a soul slave curse on you. From now on, you will be enslaved by me and used by me; second, die."

Sang Tian said proudly.

The winner is the king, and the winner is qualified to say any conditions.

There was a burst of sadness in the audience, and everyone looked at Ye Xiong with sadness in their eyes.

"There is a mountain higher than a mountain. Although Ye Xiong is powerful, it is a pity that he met the ancestor."

"You are too young and energetic. If you are 2,000 years old and want to challenge 60,000 years old, you are simply courting death."

"If I practice for another ten thousand years, I might still be qualified to fight."

"Geniuses die the fastest, often because they don't know themselves."

Everyone's eyes fell on Ye Xiong one after another, and they sighed.

Everyone is waiting for his final decision.

Ye Xiong's body was covered with injuries, and he didn't even feel the pain at all despite the powerful pain.

miserable!

This was his worst loss ever.

The difference from before was that this time, he could not find any chance to make a comeback.

"Am I, Ye Xiong, really going to be enslaved in this life?"

"If I don't accept it, I will die."

In Ye Xiong's mind, he couldn't help but think of Netherworld, Xinyi, and all the women.

So many women are waiting for him, and many people depend on him.

He was really not willing to die like this.

However, he doesn't want to live like a dog.

"Netherworld, Xinyi, Ruyin... My beloved women, I'm sorry."

"You don't want your men to live like dogs, right?"

With tears in his eyes, Ye Xiong struggled to get up, stood upright, and said coldly: "I, Ye Xiong, don't choose either path. I choose to continue fighting."

…

"bite!"

"Reincarnated character detected."

"Strength reaches the designated level."

"The will reaches the designated state."

"Would you like to activate the past life memory?"

Ye Xiong suddenly discovered that such a voice came from his mind.

This sound was all too familiar to him. It was the sound coming from the Wheel of Destiny.

It was the same voice when asked about the amount of merit exchanged.
To be continued...