Yang Tuo looked at the scene in front of him and felt a little disappointed. There has been a legend since ancient times that there is no harm if there is smoke.
The scene in front of him was filled with smoke and radiating light. No matter how Asura looked at it, he didn't look like an unknown supporting character who would be killed by one blow.
Sure enough, as the smoke dissipated, the scene at the scene was revealed. Asura was still stuck in the space crack, and it seemed to have no effect.
However, if you look carefully, you can still see some scars on his body. This shows that the Qiantian Divine Thunder still caused some damage to him, but if you want to use this to drive him back to the Netherworld Blood Sea, you can't.
Yang Tuo was a little helpless for a moment. After all, he was just a clone, and the power he could exert was really limited. The Godly Thunder that could open up the world was already the top method.
Although there are some more powerful Taoist and magical powers, this clone does not have time to practice.
After receiving this blow, Asura became even more furious, roaring and struggling hard, trying to break free from the crack in space.
Yang Tuo was silent for a moment, then raised his hands high. As he thought, the bells and chimes rang in all the Guoshi temples throughout the Zhou Dynasty.
Infinite incense and wish power, following the induction in the dark, continued to gather towards Yang Tuo.
Then, his body swayed and turned into a sword. Although he had created the way of swordsmanship, he had never practiced it, let alone this clone.
Although he cannot use the orthodox swordsmanship method, he still has other methods. There is no Tao sword in the clone body, it is all divine power, and it is a Shinto clone.
He used his body as a sword and used himself as a Dao sword. He used incense and willpower to forge the sword body, and used infinite divine power as the edge to deliver the strongest blow.
After this blow, not only this clone will be turned into powder, but also the incense and aspiration accumulated over the past two hundred years will be turned into nothing.
"Since you got it from Zhou, let's give it back to Zhou!" he thought in his heart.
The body shape immediately turned into a sword, and the sword's body shone with divine light, just like the real thing. The sword's light was sharp and cold, and it was impossible to tell that this was not a normal sword.
At this moment, there was nothing left in Yang Tuo's eyes, only the struggling Asura. Even the wind between heaven and earth stopped, as if he did not want to interfere with this shocking blow.
At this time, Yang Tuo can be said to be a man and a sword. The man is the sword, and the sword is the man. This sword brings together more than two hundred years of sacrifices in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and it can be said that he devoted all his efforts.
Yang Tuo rotated the method, and in the northern heaven, the Big Dipper emitted immeasurable brilliance, followed by seven streams of light.
Immediately, seven stars appeared on the sword body, forming a large formation, which was the Big Dipper formation.
This formation is part of the Zhou Tian Xing Dou formation, and it is due to the birth of the South Dipper and the death of the North Dipper.
Once this formation was completed, the sharp edge on the sword became more murderous, and its power was greatly improved.
At this time, Asura also stopped moving, he could feel the power of this blow.
He turned his head and looked forward with a serious face. He held a giant sickle in both hands and looked intently at the sword in front of him.
Asura's expression was serious, but Yang Tuo was calm inside. As the sword emitted infinite brilliance, it turned into a stream of light and killed Asura.
The speed was incredibly fast. Before he could even finish a thought, the tip of the sword touched Asura's forehead. Asura had no time to react.
Fortunately, Asura is already physically powerful and almost immortal. The tip of the sword was placed on his forehead between the eyebrows, and an infinite light burst out.
Yang Tuo circulated his magic power and exerted his magical power, and then the sword began to expand and finally exploded.
"boom……"
"boom……"
"boom……"
There were several loud noises in a row, and countless cracks appeared in the shell of the sword, and finally it shattered.
With the help of this immeasurable divine power, Yang Tuo broke through the defense of Asura's skull. The core of the sword, the Dao sword transformed by Yang Tuo's clone, rushed into Asura's sea of consciousness.
As a faint cry of the Tao sword came out, the Tao sword cut Asura's immortal soul into two pieces.
With this blow, the Asura's consciousness disappeared and became motionless. The Dao sword formed by the clone of Yang Tuo's statue was also full of cracks.
Although this statue has been worshiped by the Great Zhou Dynasty for more than two hundred years, its material is ordinary after all. To mortals, it may be very precious, but to the two warring parties, it is just ordinary.
After all, the sword body could not withstand such huge energy, and it shattered piece by piece. Finally, it turned into dots of light and dissipated in the air.
After this blow, the arena fell into a strange calm.
Neither the coalition of princes nor the Quanrong side knew the final result.
However, judging from the situation, it was the Inu Rong side that lost. Asura's huge body was just motionless blocked in the space crack.
The senior officials of Quanrong also noticed that something was wrong. Asura was motionless and his own national division was also missing. So while the coalition forces of the princes were still far away, they quietly withdrew from Haojing City.
The princes also received the report and knew that no new Asura had appeared. They all knew that it was the method of the national master, but the national master was nowhere to be seen for a while.
Everyone didn't know what to do, or whether to advance or retreat.
After a long time, as a ray of light fell from the sky, this silent world finally regained some vitality.
But it was Yang Tuo's true form, coming from the West Sea. He walked down slowly and looked at the situation in front of him.
Feeling his residual thoughts, he thought to himself: "In this swordsmanship, you still need a good sword. If you have a good sword in your hand, how can you fall into such an embarrassing situation!"
There is still a huge difference between a sword body formed by mana alone and a real flying sword, at least in terms of edge.
Fortunately, in the end, the Asura was killed, and the Asura's body blocked the space crack, which was considered to have achieved the goal.
Yang Tuo looked at Asura's body, spread his palms, and a picture scroll appeared in his hands.
He shook the scroll gently, and the scroll unfolded, covering the sky and the sun. The space crack and Asura's body were immediately wrapped in it. Then the scroll was rolled up, and the world returned to its original state. There was no space crack, and there was no Asura.
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It was indeed him who took away Asura's body and smoothed the cracks in space with the innate spiritual treasure, the Universe Map.
After doing all this, he looked at the high platform made of corpses. With a wave of the purple bamboo stick in his hand, time passed, and the high platform turned into fly ash and disappeared between heaven and earth.
Without the support of the blood sea, the formation cannot withstand even a single blow under the purple bamboo staff.
As the altar disappeared, the blood pool in the altar was also exposed. The blood cocoon bred in the blood pool naturally could not escape his discernment.
Although he didn't understand why he wanted to use this blood pool to breed a blood cocoon, it didn't matter anymore.
No matter what they tried to do, the result was failure. However, this blood pool and blood cocoon had to be dealt with. If they stayed here, disaster would surely happen!
He displayed the diagram of the universe again and included the blood cocoon and the blood pool in it.
While Yang Tuo was dealing with the follow-up, at the other end of the space, in the sea of blood, a blood-red figure looked at the disappearing crack in the space with a look of hatred.
After a long time, he sank into the boundless sea of blood.