Chapter 807: Heroes and Death

"Poof......

Someone was amused by the strange name, but soon, the smile was gone.

In the rush of hurricanes, it was almost suffocating.

I can no longer see the situation in the center of the battlefield, and I can only vaguely glimpse the storm of destruction, there is a staggered collision of lightning and thunder, which is a disaster set off by the power of one person.

A terrifying tornado soars into the sky.

Someone is dealing with the full siege of the nine surnames of the dragon vein with the strength of one person!

"It's not funny. ”

Bai Heng said indifferently: "Legend has it that once it is activated, it can nail the ocean and trap the tide with its own weight alone.

Before Tai Changqing took it away, it had nailed the North Sea for four hundred years and calmed the tides for four thousand eight hundred months. The local natives call it the Dinghai Divine Needle, which is an artifact that the Emperor of Heaven threw into the mortal world.

When I had never seen it, I always thought it was just a legend and a joke, but I never thought that such a terrible thing really existed in the world. ”

He paused, lifted his glass, filled it with dust from the wind, and then, turning the rim of the glass, poured the blood-colored sand into the wind.

In the midst of the storm, twisted pieces of iron roared, shattering the porcelain cup in his palm, leaving a torn wound.

Bai Heng lowered his head, looked at the wound on his fingers, twisted his fingers, but his expression was calm and peaceful:

"Look, in front of it, I'm afraid that any natural disaster is not to be feared, right?

Ladies and gentlemen, this is the strongest musician under the Emperor's command, and if he is determined to sacrifice himself, he can easily destroy our coalition forces.

After the Yuan family master dies in battle, I'm afraid we will have to face the pressure of that hero head-on......"

In the dead silence, Bai Heng smiled and got up to say goodbye:

"Then, I'll go down and prepare first, and I ask you to be calm. ”

Soon, his figure dissolved into the distance and was never seen again.

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In the midst of the storm, a terrifying mass beyond the limits of imagination swept through, causing the earth to crack and bend, and countless dirt was swept up into the sky, forming a violent tornado around the void weapon.

The distorted gravitational pull is shrouded in the hands of the hero, and the power that was originally intangible, now manifests itself in human observation, a 'field' that is so dark that even light can be distorted

The weapon that once shackled the sea, binding the tide of anger and the tsunami like a wild horse, was in his hands, and after ignoring the terrifying backlash and price, it became an invincible weapon of terror.

Even the gravitational sand surrounds it, forming a super-dense mass that surpasses steel, like a satellite bound by the gravitational pull of a star.

In fact, it is not known whether there is still matter in the material realm that can withstand its frontal bombardment.

And as the price of harnessing this power, even the man who has become a hero at this moment may not be as easy as imagined.

The power gained in exchange for the Burning Scourge is only a qualification to use this terrifying power.

In such a turbulent environment, the aether still remains, resisting gravitational sucking, but there are still strands of silver glow peeling off the hero's body, intertwining into a whirlpool, entwining around the pitch-black void like thorns around roses.

That's the traces of burning life.

Hold on to this power, invincible!

Facing the strength accumulated by the nine surnames of the dragon vein for hundreds of years, Mr. Hu roared, but instead of showing weakness, he pressed forward step by step, and fought hard against the siege, and dealt a heavy blow to the candle dragon in one fell swoop.

Even so, a large hole was cracked in his chest.

The sword that almost pierced through the sky stabbed out from Yuan Changqing's hand, penetrating the earth, water, fire and wind, tearing the rain and iron, and under the condensation of the sword seal, the ether turned into iron light, converging into an extremely thin beam that was difficult for humans to observe, and stabbed straight out with Chunjun.

Just as light penetrates into the water, it is refracted heavily, and under the deflection of gravity, with an inclination angle that is so fine that it is difficult to measure the side, the sword that should have pierced the air has sunk into the enemy's chest instead.

There was only a slender crack in his chest, but the rioting ether had blown a big hole in Mr. Hu's back, if he hadn't turned into an inhuman, Mr. Hu would have been strangled to pieces in the chaotic sword qi at this moment.

In the face of such a huge pressure, Yuan Changqing's offensive did not slow down, but became more and more fierce.

It's like ...... Indescribably pleasant.

The things that have been longed for for a long time are already in front of us.

Strong enemies and death.

Both are now at your fingertips.

So, like a beast of prey, they reveled.

After abandoning the cumbersome body, Yuan Changqing incarnated the Holy Spirit with the Pure Jun Scepter, and at the moment he was facing the sweep of the storm, as well as Mr. Hu's offensive, as if grinding off the rust, it was unreasonable.

Accumulate steadily.

Yuan's music theory itself should have been obtained in death, and after twenty years of loneliness, twenty years of waiting in exchange for an unprecedented terrifying increase in strength.

It is not a quantitative increase, but a qualitative transformation.

It's not even the ascension of the scepter and music theory, but the pure jun, the element that gathers with killing intent is expanding wildly, exuding a coercion that penetrates the heavens and the earth.

In the ecstasy, the elements continued to expand and contract, shatter and reorganize, after dozens of times of birth and death, they were divided into four, intertwined with each other, riveted with layers of music theory, forming a strange matrix, when the four were intertwined and whirling, Yuan Changqing's figure became thinner and thinner, and more terrifying.

He's got everything in his purity.

Even Chunjun, forged from the bones of the heads of previous generations, could not withstand such a crazy power, and cracks faintly appeared. Until the end, Yuan Changqing held the hilt of his sword upside down in a wild laugh, aimed at his body, and slashed down vertically and horizontally.

After the two swords, he fell apart with Chunjun.

In the blazing glow, the Creation Oven reappeared, and the endless ether converged, accompanied by the flight of the four elements, forming four distinct phantoms.

Death in death.

In the glare of abandoning life, grasp the essence and meaning of life, and then ...... this cumbersome thing Completely abandoned!

Behold death, follow death, and then, become death!

At that moment, the bell in Yuan He's sheath let out a mournful sound.

A broken sword body fell from the air and fell into his hand, it was the pure sword body, which had become the original form after stripping Yuan Changqing of decades of pregnancy and cultivation.

Chunjun has always been the sword of the head of the Yuan family, and he will not leave an inch, and the only thing that will appear in the hands of others can only prove one thing...... Yuan Changqing is already dead.

But Yuan He didn't cry and grabbed the ground, and he didn't even shed tears like ordinary people. There was no pathos in his eyes, only an indescribable envy and a fascination for the four blazing lights!

Life is nothing but the pursuit of death.

It's worth dying for.

At the moment of death, Yuan Changqing, the strongest family head in the past dynasties, had already touched the realm of the leisurely fascination of the ancestors of the past dynasties, and faintly stepped into the edge of Dayuan.

At that moment, the Great Source roared, and four rivers surged out of it, penetrating through the Aether Realm, and falling from it, absorbing the power of the Aether Sea, almost engulfing most of the Aether here, forming a terrifying vacuum.

Immediately after, it fell into the four elements that flew out of Yuan Changqing's body.

As a result, under the reflection of the four elements, the earth, water, fire, and wind, all things instantly froze and froze, and only the endless fierce light and terrifying darkness converged above the heavenly dome.

Four figures emerged from the elements, and they were Yuan Changqing's faces, one was a child, one was an old man, one was in the prime of life, cold and fierce, as if he wanted to cut through everything, and one was as quiet as a virgin, illusory and ethereal, and it was even difficult to observe whether it existed.

The four of them held four distinct ancient swords, the elements above the blades echoed each other, creating silhouettes with the purest destruction and death, and countless music theories extended from them, intertwined into a huge alchemy matrix, enveloping the entire battlefield in it.

All things mourn.

It was only now that the four elements revealed their essential power in the void.

- Killing, killing, trapping, and absolute!

After exhausting the accumulation of the Yuan clan in the past dynasties, he crossed the bridge of life and death, expounded the principle of destruction, and simulated the terrifying artifact of the end of the world from Yuan Changqing's bones.

At the moment of his death, he finally fulfilled the long-cherished wish of his ancestors, forging his heart and soul bones together into these four vessels of destruction.

Under the reflection of the four blades, the earth was barren and cracked, the scorched earth was covered with frost, the sky was gray, and the wind was howling.

Through the cracked sky, it is impossible to glimpse the glow of the stars, for they have been destroyed in eternal calamity.

Between heaven and earth, a terrifying rift that leads directly to the center of the earth emerged, but there was no terrifying geothermal emergence in the rift, and even the core of the planet had cooled.

A shattered skeleton sits between the shattered world.

There is no life left in the world.

Only this tragic wreck of the planet shows that everything once existed.

This is the end of the earth, the sky, the stars, all things and the world, the destruction of everything, the loss of all meaning.

At this moment, under the shroud of the Sword of the End, the entire Tianmen Pass was screaming and shaking, being swept into that piece of the End, rapidly weathering, and the defenders on the city wall screamed and withered.

Even the allies had to retreat under this force, leaving corpses all over the ground.

At this moment, the battle is no longer beyond human interference.

It's a war of monsters and worlds, heroes and death.

Between the shattered heavens and the earth, heavy weapons collided with the Sword of the End, and the terrifying battle climbed to the climax. As the battle changed, the four continued to merge and split, leaving scars on Mr. Hu's body.

Even though he was dead, Yuan Changqing's laughter still seemed to echo in this eternal destruction, and as the battle became more and more intense, the old man's once crazy figure became clearer and clearer.

Even if he is dead, he still experiences the joy of fighting in this way.

Experiencing ...... The thrill of killing!

For the first time, Mr. Hu was forced to retreat.

Under that fierce offensive.

It's like a replay of the game between Ye Qingxuan and Yuan Changqing.

He who seeks victory will prevail, and he who seeks death will die.

If you don't want to be dragged by Yuan Changqing to die together, then you can only be overwhelmed by him, and it is difficult to fight back.

Outside the battlefield, there were still several family masters close to the place where they were fighting, and a steady stream of power through the power of Heavenly City provided strength for Yuan Changqing's bones, allowing him to squander them at will and scatter them to destruction.

Faced with the four streamers of frantic attack, the burning hero once again raised his power and smashed forward.

This time, no more backsliding.

The scorching sun reruns in this dead world, where the terrifying heat and eternal cold fight in one place.

At the last moment, Mr. Hu looked behind him and showed a farewell smile.

Good bye.

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"Mr. Hu......"

In the wilderness, Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes and stopped looking. 74

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