Chapter Two Hundred and Eightieth: God Comes to the Emperor
Chapter 280 God descends to the Emperor
Everyone was shocked when they saw the Ten Thousand-Steam Giant on the God Battle Stage. Yuan Feihu also stared at the Ten Thousand-Steam Giant in front of him with a gloomy face, as if an ant was looking up at the True God. He knew that this was a unique skill [Divine Submission] that could be refined by the people of the Gods. However, not all the people of the royal family could be refined. This requires talent and opportunity. Yuan Feihu knew very well that even if he used his clone, he would definitely not be the opponent of the Mad Sword. The absolute difference in quality and level is irreparable.
However, Yuan Feihu's face was not at all panic, and was still elegant and calm. He looked proudly at the giant in front of him with his hands on his back, and said calmly: "Mad Sword, I really didn't expect that you could actually become a unique skill [Divine Surrender] that the gods and royal family had the chance to be refined. You are indeed very strong. I admit that even if I used the clone method, I am still no match for you. However, there is one thing you don't know yet. Not only did I become a clone, but I also developed another unique skill of our Yuan family, [Emperor]!"
When he heard Yuan Feihu say that he not only refined the clone method, but also developed another unique skill of the Yuan family [Emperor], Kuang Dao was a little panicked. Although this body was controlled by his ancestors, Kuang Dao's soul was not completely suppressed. In fact, even after his ancestors heard [Emperor], they became no longer calm.
The Crazy Knife shouted incredibly: "Impossible, how could you suddenly develop two unique skills from the Source Family? You haven't developed one last year. Do you think you are a peerless monster?"
Yuan Feihu laughed and said, "Mad Dao, you are right, I am a peerless monster. The peerless monster's defiance is not something that can be imagined and compared to mediocre geniuses like you. I will let you know now how big the gap between a waste like you and a peerless monster is. Waste is always a waste!"
As he said that, Yuan Feihu suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a large mouthful of essence and blood and grabbed it in his hand, making several extremely strange handprints, then leaned his fingers and shouted to the sky: "Use my essence and blood, summon the ancestors of the Yuan family to come, kill powerful enemies, and protect our Yuan family's glory for generations, [Emperor]!"
As Yuan Feihu finished speaking, a golden mist suddenly shot out from the sky. Although it was extremely light in color, it was obviously one level higher than the black mist summoned by the Mad Sword. A more powerful soul wave suddenly burst out. Everyone was suppressed and was almost breathless. Even the old peak warrior of the Source Saint was no exception. Fortunately, it disappeared in a flash, but Yuan Chu was not affected at all. Instead, he had an inexplicable sense of intimacy.
The golden mist instantly penetrated Yuan Feihu's eyebrows. His body trembled violently. Although his face was a little painful, it was much better than the Crazy Knife. At the same time, his body began to surge and instantly turned into a giant.
At this time, Yuan Feihu's body was controlled by a trace of the residual soul of the Emperor's ancestor of the Yuan family. His face turned calm and calm, with a sense of arrogance and indifference overlooking the heavens and all worlds, and his body was still shrouded by a thin layer of light gold.
When Kuangdao saw the giant standing tall in front of him who was also thousands of feet taller than him, he was shocked. He didn't expect that Yuan Feihu had not lie to him and actually developed two unique skills of the Source family, [Emperor Lin] and [Clone].
Although he knew that he was probably not a match for Yuan Feihu, he still said stubbornly: "Hmph, even if you have refined [Emperor Lin], you have summoned too few remnants of the emperor, and the remnants of the ancestors I summoned are much richer than you, and you are still not my opponent!"
Yuan Feihu sneered disdainfully: "Mad Knife, do you still have to argue when you die? Don't forget that what I summoned was the remnant soul of the Emperor, and what you summoned was only half a step of the remnant soul of the Emperor. Although it was only half a step away, it was a world of difference. If you blame it, you can only blame your ancestors for being too useless and you will never take that half step for the rest of your life!"
Kuangdao said viciously: "Hmph, now we are half a pound against eight taels. It's too early to say the outcome. Who will fight to the death of a destiny? Let's not talk nonsense and fight me in the sky!"
As he said that, the Kuang Dao flew into the sky, Yuan Feihu smiled disdainfully, and then hurriedly followed. Their huge bodies are no longer suitable for fighting on the ground, and if they fight, their destructive power will be too great, the people in the stands around will definitely be affected and will be corpses everywhere in an instant.
The battle began immediately. After they flew to a height of ten thousand feet, a colorful light curtain lit up around the stands on the ground. This was a protective formation arranged in advance. Otherwise, if two giants of ten thousand feet fought, even at a height of ten thousand feet, the aftermath of the energy storm would instantly turn those warriors with low cultivation into powder.
The Crazy Knife held a black magic knife of thousands of feet in his hand and slashed towards Yuan Feihu's head. A gust of wind suddenly blew around. The void could not bear the power of the magic knife, and a crack of thousands of feet was cut out. Countless space wind blades were raging all over the sky, and the guardian formations hitting the ground made a sound, and the colorful light curtains were trembling violently.
Yuan Feihu was not showing weakness, holding a magic sword of a thousand feet in his hand and slashed at the demon sword. Its violent aura was even above the demon sword. The large area of void was cut into pieces. The storm formed by the space wind blade swallowed the entire space, as if the sky had collapsed, and it looked like a scene of destruction.
After the violent collision of swords, Yuan Feihu was shocked and took two steps back, stomping a large area of void that had just recovered, and the mad sword was even more unbearable. It was directly slashed out by Yuan Feihu and crushed a large area of void.
However, although the Emperor's ancestor summoned by Yuan Feihu was stronger than the half-step Emperor's ancestor summoned by Mad Sword, after all, the Emperor's souls he summoned were too few, so it was impossible to kill the Mad Sword in an instant, but it should only be a matter of time to win.
The crazy knife suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood, and the colorful light curtain fell on the ground was crackling, almost piercing through the light curtain. He stood up angrily and continued to pounce towards Yuan Feihu without fear of death.
The two sides fought back and forth, and it was extremely tragic. I don’t know how long they had fought, because no one paid attention to the time, and everyone was completely attracted by the fierce battle in the sky.
At this time, Yuan Feihu was already injured all over, with a lot of blood dripping from the corners of his mouth and body, and the crazy knife was even more unbearable. His entire left arm was cut off, and several big holes were stabbed on his body. The blood was sprayed wildly for no money.
Both sides were gasping heavily and staring at each other indifferently. Both of them knew that it was time for the ultimate blow, either you die or I live.
The fierce light suddenly flashed in the eyes of the Mad Dagger. He roared and slashed towards Yuan Feihu with a thousand-zhang magic sword. Yuan Feihu also roared and waved the Qianzhang magic sword to meet him.
After one move, both of them stopped in place, their eyes were indifferent, and a large amount of blood was flowing out of their bodies. After a moment, the Mad Knife fell down and its entire body was cut in half obliquely. The Mad Knife was dead, and Yuan Feihu was not feeling well. A deep blood groove of thousands of feet in size was left on his chest, and his intestines were almost flowing out. The scene was extremely bloody and terrifying.
Suddenly, Yuan Feihu's body shrank rapidly and instantly returned to its original size. At this time, the colorful light curtain had been closed. He staggered back to the God War Platform, sat on the ground, and began to work hard to control his injuries.
At this time, Yuan Feilong flew to the God War Platform, brought him a bunch of healing sacred medicines and swallowed them. He quickly swallowed several healing sacred medicines and began to recover quickly. It has to be said that the healing sacred medicines of the Yuan family are indeed powerful enough. After a moment, the injuries have recovered a lot.
In fact, when they reach their level, as long as they are not killed on the spot, no matter how serious the injury is, under the conditioning of the healing sacred medicine, it can recover quickly, not to mention that Yuan Feihu's injury is not particularly serious.
At this time, Shen Wudi also quickly flew to the God War Platform and said with great dissatisfaction: "Yuan Tianlong, since Yuan Feihu has not left the God War Platform, the competition should continue immediately. How can you swallow the healing medicine for him to heal? It seems unruly, and this is also a waste of time. Please either let him continue the competition now or take him away!"
Yuan Tianlong smiled disdainfully: "Shen Wudi, please be kind to me. After all, I am your senior. Moreover, we didn't seem to have agreed that we would not allow the use of healing medicine to recover from the injury in the ring. It's not like this before, and your people have done this too. Besides, there is no agreed time limit for martial arts. We have time, so what can we delay a meeting!"
Shen Wudi said with a gloomy face: "Okay, even if you say something makes sense, please decide immediately whether Yuan Feihu will continue to compete, otherwise, please hurry up and have someone take him down. It's a bit unreasonable to wait for him alone, right?"
Yuan Feilong also knew that Shen Wudi was right, so he asked with some concern: "Feihu, how do you feel now? Can you continue to compete? Why don't I ask your second brother to come up and replace you?"
Yuan Feihu had recovered halfway at this time. He gritted his teeth and stood up, saying to Yuan Tianlong: "Uncle Long, I have recovered a lot now. There is no big problem. I can continue to compete, don't worry about me!"
Yuan Tianlong knew that Yuan Feihu was stubborn and very arrogant. As long as he could still stand, he would never give up. He also understood that Yuan Feihu wanted to fight for a while and create better opportunities for the brothers behind him.
Yuan Tianlong hesitated for a moment and had to nod and agree. So the two sides decided to continue the competition immediately.