There is always a kind of person in the world who exists to create legends.

The Demon Dao Patriarch is such a person, the Broken Army Protector Tianzun is such a person, and Lu Chunyang is also such a person.

If Lu Chunyang had been born 3,000 years earlier, it would have been humanity that occupied the heavenly court.

Lu Chunyang, who was born for the sword, is terrible, and the most terrifying thing is his diligence and sincerity to the sword. Whether it is humanity or the sword god clan, the status in his heart is far inferior to that of the sword.

In this decisive battle, although Lu Chunyang has not appeared, his people are not far from here, and everything that happened on the battlefield is within the scope of his divine thoughts.

Shocked and lifeless, the Sword God Clan was sad, but Lu Chunyang didn't have much reaction on his face.

The Sword God Army and the War God Army fought a decisive battle in the Sun Holy City, with millions of casualties, and Lu Chunyang didn't pay much attention to it.

The fall of the gods is also not in his eyes, only Murong Yuanrui is in his eyes.

Because as long as Murong Yuanrui died, no one in the Ancient God Realm could no longer forbid his divine sword path.

And he will also rule the entire primeval god realm with the unlimited divine sword realm.

The sword is the king of a hundred soldiers, and the disobedient will not be killed.

Unable to bear the tragic death of the god of the wilderness, Murong Yuanrui moved to help him out of the siege for a while, although he did not make a big move, but it consumed her already few divine thoughts.

Now, Murong Yuanrui no longer has the ability to open the Chaos Divine Eye, which means that the strongest talisman that belonged to her has disappeared.

Lu Chunyang still sensed Murong Yuanrui's flaw for the first time, and slashed out with a sword.

The sword did not have any trajectory at first, nor did it cause any celestial changes.

The Excalibur is insignificant, and the thunder is heard in the silence.

At the beginning, only Murong Yuanrui felt the death crisis alone, and even Chunjun didn't even feel it.

However, when Lu Chunyang's sword got closer and closer, the terrifying sword intent of the earth-destroying level carried by it could no longer be hidden, and it directly collapsed the entire sky.

The sound is loud, and the elephant is invisible.

This sword light frightened the gods, and the startled two armies stopped the life-and-death struggle at the same time, and stopped all attacks.

The picture is like a freeze frame, and everyone looks up at the sword light coming from afar in the sky.

There have been many historic moments in the primeval realm.

When the primeval god of thunder enlightened the gods and created heaven and earth with supreme thunder power, it was the most glorious moment for the god of thunder.

The primeval god of war, comprehending the way of the god of war, defeating the gods and ascending to the throne of the primeval god is a glorious moment belonging to the god of war.

And now the glorious scene at this moment belongs to the primeval sword god.

This is the brilliance of the sword.

Heaven and earth Gengjin, the root of ten thousand swords.

The person who slashed this sword was definitely qualified to become the master of the primeval god realm, and the sword he held in his hand was called the sword of the master.

The canopy seemed to have been torn apart, and this sword mark might always remain in the sky of the primeval god realm.

The god of light's blonde hair turned pale in an instant, as white as snow.

This sword does not have the power of time in an instant, and the reason why the God of Light is instantly white-headed is because he recognizes what a gap is.

In front of this sword, his bright armor, the sacred and unbreakable shield, was as fragile as paper.

"No one can stop this sword...... "The God of Light sighed.

It was not only the god of light who was shocked, but all the gods present.

It's just that the gods who belong to the Sword God side are shocked that what wells up in their hearts is that they are glad that they chose the Sword God.

And the gods who belonged to the god of war side poured out a sense of sadness from their hearts.

The goddess of nature's face was as dead as ashes, and she really regretted it.

The goddess of revenge and the goddess of ice and snow also lost their composure, and their moods were extremely complicated.

If the Sword God had come one step earlier, would they have chosen to join the God of War Alliance?

The God Realm needs a master, and unfortunately this master is obviously not the God of War, but the Ancient Sword God Lu Chunyang.

The gods were silent, and they were all conquered by the power of Lu Chunyang's sword.

All hatred was dismantled, and all disputes were forcibly stopped.

Because the gods found that their so-called divine domain was nothing before this sword.

With such a sword there, they can only surrender.

However, the will of the people of the God of War did not waver, because they were the teachers of the kings of the past, and they had a glory that the gods did not have.

The battle between the armies stopped, and the armies of the five tribes of the god of war reunited in the magic circle.

Five brilliant rays of brilliance burst out one after another, soaring straight into the nine skies.

The five most powerful warriors of the God of War Clan sacrificed their war spirits.

The spirit of war, born for war.

At the same time, the war spirit also represents the inheritance of the undefeated will of the primeval god of war.

When Murong Yuanrui first appeared in the City of Heroes, what the warriors of the five clans really had to do was not to rely on their own strength to ascend to the throne of the God of War, but to sacrifice the war spirit.

In order to be able to reforge the mirror image of the will of the ancient god of war in the past, to protect the god of war clan.

After Murong Yuanrui returned, they abandoned their original plan and instead devoted themselves to Murong Yuanrui to regain their lost glory.

Now, Murong Yuanrui is in a life-and-death crisis, and the warriors of the five clans have all sacrificed their battle souls.

Lu Chunyang's sword was unstoppable, and neither could Murong Yuanrui.

However, if he could reforge the mirror image of the will of the ancient god of war in the past, he might be able to win a glimmer of life for Murong Yuanrui.

And this glimmer of vitality requires the warriors of the five clans to exchange their lives.

The battle is unbroken, the battle is unwounded, the battle is untraced, the battle is unabyssed, the battle is flameless, and the five most powerful warriors of the war god clan will all die with the sacrifice of the war spirit.

"The battle must be won, and the attack must be overcome!" Zhan Wupo was the first to step forward, and the battle spirit broke through the divine court and flew into the sky, turning into a blazing white and intense mirror image in the air. Gengjin Phantom, with the aura of supreme killing.

"Those who are good at fighting have no great achievements." The red-haired and red-eyed battle without a trace, the second sacrificed his battle spirit, turning into a scarlet mirrored phantom like a flame in the air, containing the power of flames.

"Know yourself and know your opponent, and you will not be defeated in a hundred battles!" The blue-clothed warrior of the Guishui tribe fought Wuyuan, his expression was as calm as water, and he recited the law of the god of war, and sacrificed his war soul, and his war soul carried the ** water vapor, as if shrouded in water mist.

"Those who are good at attacking are hidden above the nine heavens, and those who are good at defending are hidden under the nine earths." War Without a Trace recites the law of the God of War and sacrifices the war spirit. Her battle spirit is green, representing Otogi's vitality.

At this point, the warriors of Gengjin, Lihuo, Guishui, and Yimu all sacrificed their battle spirits.

The face of the battle is unbroken, and the pronunciation is pronounced with divine thoughts, resounding through the heavens and the earth.

"One will make ten thousand bones dry!"

After the Wutu Battle Spirit lifted into the air, the Five Dao War Spirits immediately began to condense and merge according to the law of the five elements.

Finally fused into a mirror image of a complete man.

As soon as the man appeared, Lu Chunyang's sword light immediately stopped abruptly.

Lu Chunyang's sword was for Murong Yuanrui, and now that the Ancient God of War has appeared, no matter how arrogant he is, he can't continue to use the sword in front of the former king of the Ancient God Realm.

Because the strong deserve respect, heroes should be treated like heroes. Otherwise, even if he used his sword to kill Murong Yuanrui, he would not be able to conquer the hearts of the people of the Ancient God Realm.

This is a tall and handsome man, even more handsome than the sun god, full of supreme majesty.

As soon as they appeared, the gods were taken away, and then endless fear and shame poured out. But the mirror image of the will of the primeval god of war didn't look at them, he looked at his people.

At this moment, the people of the God of War clan are falling into great grief because of the death of the warriors of the five clans, and the five armies mourn together, tears falling like rain.

Immediately afterward, the primeval god of war saw the warriors of the five clans who were stranded in place, lifeless, and shaped like sculptures.

Their faces were still alive, as if they were alive.

However, the primeval god of war knew that they would never be able to return to their living days, to their loved ones.

Sadness welled up on the handsome face of the primeval god of war, and of course he knew why they had died.

In the end, the primeval god of war fixed his gaze on Murong Yuanrui.

"Are their tears shed for you?" The primeval god of war asked.

The sacrifice of the warriors of the five clans hit Murong Yuanrui's mind hard, and her feelings were extremely fragile at this moment.

Faced with the primeval god of war's inquiry, she opened her mouth but couldn't say a word, she could only nod silently.

"There is no mercy in the way of the god of war, and you shouldn't let them shed tears for you." The tone of the primeval god of war was clearly reproachful.

"I was wrong." Murong Yuanrui said in a choked voice.

If she hadn't come to the rescue of the god of the wilderness because of her relenting heart, the warriors of the five clans would not have sacrificed their war spirits to protect her.

"I know that you were not born in the divine realm, and they are not your clansmen, but since you have condensed the godhead of the god of war, I hope you can protect them."

"I'll do it."

"Okay, remember your words." After speaking, the Ancient God of War turned his head, looked at Lu Chunyang and said, "Sword God, the battle between us can begin." ”

"Please give me advice from His Majesty the God of War." Lu Chunyang officially appeared.