Chapter 1255 Actually, fighting is always just a matter of persistence

"Terran, you're dead!!"

The divine weapon of the sixth step, even if it is just a blow, is decisive.

The so-called battle, never, does not need too many moves, because, often, the only thing that determines the outcome is the last move.

All the forces, concentrated together, fighting to the death, is also a way of fighting.

In fact, the martial arts cultivation to the point where they are like this, and the general combat experience is extremely rich, otherwise, in the Thunder Realm, in the face of the crushing heavenly soldiers and generals, it is impossible to successfully get out.

In front of the gate of heaven, there is no falsehood, in the face of life and death, there is no falsehood, and in front of life, there is no falsehood.

The so-called, can solve you with one move, absolutely crooked with you, can trample you to death with one foot, and will never play with you.

That's what the strong are.

The strong, need to be, absolutely.

Absolute strength, absolute victory and defeat, absolute life and death.

There is no false play, because, their beliefs, so that they have forgotten to play.

The loneliness of the strong, too, makes them forget to play.

The powerful bone rod has successfully attracted the minds of the Seraphim, and similarly, it has also successfully absorbed the minds of the vast majority of those present.

On the third altar, there are only ten stone seats, and if one is occupied, it means that one is lost.

The so-called, challenge, that is just the helplessness of the weak, the same, is also the moan of the weak, the real strong, should not be afraid of everything.

Similarly, this bone rod also absorbed all the mana of the seven great supernatural powers, including the Seraphim War Angel.

The current Seraphim, with a perfect face, is no longer so perfect, he has lost his mana, he is extremely weak, and his face is even as pale as paper.

The shining eyes of the Beamon Divine Beast had lost their luster, and the golden brilliance had really dimmed, and there was no longer any brilliance.

Even the javelin-like holy knights had already bent their bodies now.

They are so weak that they can't even stand up straight.

Their spiritual will is strong, otherwise, it would be impossible for them to even stand up, but no matter how strong their spiritual will is, it will lose its strength, as if it is useless.

However, whether it was the Seraphim War Angel, or the Beamon Beast God, or the Holy Knight who had to stand up when he died, they were all staring at the bone stick.

This is their hope.

Victory, perhaps, they will have a chance, defeated......

Defeated, there is nothing, perhaps, there is no more.

Walk......

Under the watchful eye of everyone, the bone stick, carrying the power to destroy everything, smashed down towards Wang Yang.

Such a power, even if it is the existence of the fifth step, if you bear such strength below, you will definitely not be able to withstand it, and death, it is certain.

So, as the third-step Wang Yang, can he survive?

Such a question, in fact, in the eyes of many people, is already redundant, because no one can survive, and he Wang Yang will naturally be no exception.

But, inexplicably, there is always such an idea in everyone's heart, perhaps, today, there is really a miracle?

Perhaps, today, there is really a miracle.

This is everyone's wish, because miracles represent the impossibility and become possible, otherwise, it cannot be called a miracle.

They also yearn for miracles.

But do miracles really exist?

Nobody knows.

All of them, with wide eyes, watched.

Blood......

Under that violent force, even everyone, all of them are great supernatural powers, and all of them are third-step existences, and they have lost their goals, and they can't see it really.

However, the blood, too obvious.

"Hah...... cough cough cough cough ......"

Perhaps, he wanted to laugh, but the injury was too serious, and the Seraphim wanted to laugh, but as a result, he couldn't come in one breath and almost didn't cough to death.

Finally, his breath was smooth, but he was already weak, and he was even weaker.

"We ...... Like, it's a victory!"

The fate of the Seraphim War Angel was seen by the Beast God, and the situation in front of him made him dare not get carried away, but he still opened his mouth.

Hopefully, it was a surprise.

Yes, it was an accident.

Even if it is. Mastered the absolute hole card, the beast god is still desperate, hope, just desperate to the extreme, because he wants to survive, he tried his best, and squeezed out alive.

Perhaps, this is also the extreme life of death!

But, now, he smiled.

Because, despair, no longer exists.

"Yes, we won. ”

The Holy Knight, who had always been cold and cold, seemed to have suddenly changed from a god to a human, and actually smiled.

Yes, the Holy Knight, who was extremely weak and had to rely on his strong will to support even if he just stood up, actually laughed.

It's just a miracle of another kind.

"This ......"

It was real blood, staring at his eyes, Li Jiahao's whole person was stunned.

So powerful, dangerous, no one has ever been able to defeat his own Wang Yang, who actually died?

Under the sixth-step divine soldier, with only the existence of the third-step, it is impossible for Wang Yang to survive.

Because, that's blood.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

The Dragon Descending Bodhisattva glared, forcibly suppressed the qi in his heart, and turned into a helpless Buddha name.

The others, the Shura Demon King, Niu Batian, the Three-Eyed General, all of them stared, and no one wanted to believe that all of this was true.

All this, as if it had become a foregone conclusion.

Even, the six-winged war angel, looking at the Beamon Beast God and the five holy knights, as well as the thunder god, there were some different things in their eyes.

It's just that the aftermath of that energy is always going to dissipate.

So, everyone, saw the most incredible scene.

Wang Yang, his whole body was covered with scars, and the whole person, a broken porcelain vase, and cracks were all over Wang Yang's entire body.

The clothes on Wang Yang's body have all disappeared.

If it weren't for the cloth on his waist, he would have been naked.

The so-called fig leaf, this is the case.

It's just that, now, no one cares about that.

In their minds, there is only one thought.

The Terran, unexpectedly, is still alive.

There are cracks all over the body, bleeding, that's for sure.

However, it seems certain that man has not fallen and is alive.

"You, you're not dead yet?"

The Beamon Beast God even wiped his eyes before he asked in surprise.

"I am alive, and you seem to be disappointed?"

Wang Yang's whole body was full of cracks, and the injuries were too serious.

However, he smiled.

"Perhaps, fighting, always, only needs to persevere, I'm sorry, this game, I persevered.

What about you?"

As he spoke, Wang Yang walked towards them step by step.

He was really tired, and the injury was so severe that it was very difficult for him to take a step.

However, he persevered and walked over.

Perhaps, as he said, fighting, never only needs to persevere.