Chapter Thirty-Five The Destruction Concept (Part 2)
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Wu Xian Qin Yang killed his three sons, destroyed his body, and destroyed the hatred of the Vampire Sect. They all gathered in his eyes, and his resentful eyes fell on Qin Yang.
The leader of Yinsha hated Qin Yang for destroying his middle-stage Yuanying body and a clone, the leader of Tianming hated Qin Yang for killing his son, the shame of Lin Huayuan's defeat in front of Qin Yang several times, and the thought of the commander of Xiang's surname gloating,
They all gathered in their own eyes, and turned into gazes and fell on Qin Yang.
Ling Zhi, Su Wu, Han Gang and others on Qin Yang focused their infinite worries, concerns and expectations on Qin Yang.
Qin Yang became the focus, and no one went to see the monk named Song from the Deep Blue League, even though he was a powerful character of the Nascent Soul Great Perfection.
Just as the monk surnamed Song sacrificed the silver magic weapon with runes flashing, Qin Yang slapped the storage bag and sacrificed the Jue Ling Mirror. He was ready to use the Jue Ling Mirror to trap the other party's most powerful magic weapon at any time.
Qin Yang has now refined the intention of the Sword of Destruction, although he can kill the other party in seconds.
But in this second, for the cultivator, he can have more than ten attacks. Qin Yang has to resist this second before he can kill the opponent in seconds.
The full-strength attack of a cultivator of the Nascent Soul Great Perfection is very terrifying. Every attack by a cultivator surnamed Song has the possibility of killing him Qin Yang in seconds. If the opponent uses the most powerful magic weapon to make a full-strength attack, Qin Yang may not have been exterminated yet.
With one sword, he was seriously injured and disabled, or was wiped out.
Qin Yang knew that he had to resist the opponent's first wave of attacks so that he would not die with the opponent.
When Wu Jue saw Jue Ling Mirror, he was about to speak to remind the monks surnamed Song.
Hunsheng dragged his voice and shouted coldly: "Start--start!"
The spiritual consciousness of Qin Yang and the monks surnamed Song locked each other, and each other's every move was under the control of each other. At this time, there was no possibility of sneak attack.
After a brief stop, the time suddenly flows, and the air suddenly melts after a brief solidification.
In an instant, a golden light emerged from the Jue Ling Mirror shot on the silver plate of the monk surnamed Song, trapping the silver plate with countless runes emitting in the golden light of the Jue Ling Mirror.
Although the silver plate of the monk surnamed Song was trapped by Qin Yang with the Victory Mirror, as a cultivator of the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul, his magical powers and magic weapons were not one or two.
A monk named Song waved his sleeves, and a blue glow filled with spiritual power flew towards Qin Yang. The blue glow was actually composed of 128 flying swords, these 128 flying swords.
The blue sword lights that emerged were connected into one piece, looking like a huge blue glow.
These 28 flying swords are the most powerful magic weapon of the monks surnamed Song.
After sensing the amazing spiritual energy and murderous aura emitted by these 28 flying swords, Wu Jue felt that there was no need to remind the monks surnamed Song to pay attention to the Jue Ling Mirror. He understood that the silver garden plate of the monks surnamed Song was just
With a guise, the killing moves of the monk surnamed Song are all in this blue glow.
After the rays of these 128 flying swords flew out from the sleeves of the monks surnamed Song, the green light flashed and disappeared, but in a blink of an eye, eight green lights appeared around Qinyang.
These eight green rays were divided into the blue rays. They were actually eight sword formations, each with sixteen flying swords.
These eight sword formations form a larger sword formation "Eight Desolate Sword Formation".
Yiran, who appeared in the Eight Desert Sword Formation, the wind and clouds changed. The Qin Yang and the monks surnamed Song who were seen by everyone were no longer above the sea, but on a wasteland full of destruction.
Swords rained heavily.
Qin Yang immediately began to defend himself. He sacrificed all the magic weapons he could sacrifice to resist the Eight Desolate Sword Formation of the monks surnamed Song.
All the purple arcs were pulled out by Qin Yang, wrapping up all over his body, and the true fire of Bingyang enveloped Qin Yang...
Several defensive magic weapons, including the Silver Stone Shield, were shattered in the sword rain all over the sky.
Purple arcs were thundered by murderous intent. After hitting the powerful blue flying sword, they turned into lightning and shattered in the sound of thunder.
The fire wall formed by the true fire of Bingyang was also struck by the flying swords of the monk surnamed Song.
The first wave of attacks by the monks surnamed Song was a mighty one, destroying the world.
Although Su Wu knew the inside story and knew that the extreme artistic conception that Qin Yang had produced was unstoppable to the monks of the surname Song, Su Wu lost her appearance and fainted. At that moment, she felt that she could
Lose her favorite person...
Ling Zhi and other monks who did not know that Qin Yang had the ultimate artistic conception had already put life and death aside.
Although Ling Zhi had some blind trust in Qin Yang, he had fought against the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul in the early stage, which was already an ordinary person's imagination. Ling Zhi had no hope at all at this time. He was ready to die.
Once Qin Yang is defeated and Xiaohunsheng leaves, they know very well what kind of massacre they will face.
At this time, Yuan Hong was like a gambler who had already lost the situation, and he expressed his expression of admitting his gamble and accepting his defeat.
The monk named Niu from the Deep Blue League made a relief expression. He was always worried and suspected that Qin Yang would hide something. However, seeing the first wave of attacks from the monk named Song and Qin Yang, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems that HunXusheng is really a 25-year-old master, who allows a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul to fight against a monk in the Great Perfection of Nascent Soul.
Lin Huayuan, Yinsha Ancestor, Wu Jue, Tianming Master and others from the Tianchen Palace coalition side firmly remembered the situation in their hearts. The hallucinations of Qin Yang's defeat appeared in their minds.
They had already figured out what language they used to humiliate Qin Yang at the moment of defeat, and how they used to torture Qin Yang after he grabbed him.
The pictures in these fantasy people suddenly stopped and things did not move towards their expectations.
Qin Yang withstood the first wave of attacks by the monks surnamed Song.
Qin Yang's eyes were cold, and the sword in his hand was raised in the air and slashed downwards. Qin Yang's whole appearance seemed ethereal and ethereal, as if he was not in the same space as the monks surnamed Song and others.
While chopping down Rong and Ku Sword, Qin Yang spit out a word "death!"
The artistic conception of the Great Destroy is nothing and ethereal, as if there is and nothing. Qin Yang actually did not understand it now. He just condensed the Miraculous Idea Mirror in the intention of the Great Destroy Sword on the Rong and Destroy Sword.
Now Qin Yang and the Rong and Desert Sword in his hand formed an extremely destructive sword intention.
The moment Qin Yang swung his sword out, a figure appeared from Qin Yang's body. The figure was the sword energy. The sword energy condensed the human form, and the sword energy condensed into the human form was the irrespectable and extremely destructive artistic conception.
Qin Yang's extreme artistic conception has attacked the soul of the monk surnamed Song in a blink of an eye.
The extremely destructive artistic conception attacks not the physical body, but directly attacks the soul, to be precise, the sea of consciousness in the soul. Therefore, no one else can see any clues except the attacker.
Therefore, in the eyes of everyone, the sword Qin Yang swung has no attack power and no value.
But only the monk named Song of the person involved knows what the real situation is.
The figure condensed by the sword energy completely ignored the attacks of the monks surnamed Song, as if nothing was left.
The flying sword of the monk named Song also regarded the light shield of the body protection as nothing, and flew towards the monk named Song without any obstruction. The figure became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a sword light on the tip of the sword and shot into the monk named Song.
Between the eyebrows.
The spiritual consciousness of the monk surnamed Song was completely destroyed in an instant.
At this moment, the monk surnamed Song felt a destructive aura that made him terrified and trembled.
Then, a loud noise that destroyed the world in the sea of consciousness in the soul of the monk surnamed Song was bursting, and a thick red lightning appeared out of thin air in his sea of consciousness.
The ocean of consciousness in the sea of consciousness tumbling like a tsunami, and the Nascent Soul of a monk named Song flew out from above his head, as if he wanted to escape the disaster in front of him.
But the disaster is in the origin, in the soul of the monks surnamed Song, and the soul has been integrated into the Nascent Soul.
As soon as the Nascent Soul left the body, countless crisscrossing cracks immediately appeared on its surface, just like the cracks on its body when a porcelain man fell to the ground and was broken.
Then the cracks on the Nascent Soul suddenly burst out, and the Nascent Soul of the surname monk named Song collapsed in an instant, destroyed ashes, and disappeared completely between heaven and earth.
The Nascent Soul of the monk surnamed Song is not considered a self-destruction, but the spiritual energy emitted by the collapse of the Nascent Soul is amazing, making people feel that the earth is shaking, and the huge waves on the sea are just like everything that a monk surnamed Song has born in the sea of consciousness.
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The battle was over. It was only a moment after Qin Yang waved his sword and said the thrilling word "death". It ended almost the moment.
The monks surnamed Song almost died in response, as if Qin Yang had mastered some amazing spell and had spelled the monks surnamed Song to death.
This battle is so short that it feels like it has ended before it even started.
The movement at the end of the battle is even greater than the movement during the battle. It makes people feel that a brief sound leaves a long echo.
At this time, everyone was stunned and thought that everything in front of them was an illusion.
Lin Huayuan, Wu Jue, the leader of Tianming, and the ancestor of Yinsha appeared countless times in the heads of the four people, who were beaten to kneel down and begging for mercy. In their consciousness, they had already regarded the hallucinations as facts, but the facts in front of them were
Instead, it was regarded as an illusion.
"I must have had water in my head, how could I think of this scene?" The four people shook their heads suddenly, trying to throw this bad illusion into the distant horizon.
But how could the current fact be thrown away? When they realized that this was the truth, their whole body was stiff and their throat was dry.
Ling Zhi and others also thought that the situation in front of them was just an illusion. They fantasized in their heads that Qin Yang won the victory countless times, but when the things they fantasized really appeared in front of them, they couldn't believe it.
As they reacted, their faces showed an expression of ecstasy.
Yuan Hong stood on the side of the winner again, and it felt like a gambler lost everything, but was told by the casino owner that the rules of gambling had changed and he actually won all the chips on the market.
Wei Wu and other monks who took Yuan Hong as the weather vane murmured in their hearts: "Great Yuan Hong, the great weather vane, we will all look at you in the future."