Let's shift our perspective back to the Sanctuary......

Is there really that sharp edge in this world?

If there was none, now there is.

If there had been, then it would also have been defeated at this time, rendering heaven and earth into extreme pure white.

Folding sword pose.

What a genius it takes to create a sword move.

For a swordsman, a broken sword kills a person; If the sword is broken, the soul will be gone.

If the sword cannot kill the enemy, it will lose its sharpness; If it is worn, it loses sharpness.

But at the moment when the sword broke, the peerless edge it burst out was far better than the qi of defeat, as if the closer it was to death, the more the sword intent was in the sky.

It is equivalent to concentrating all the original power and releasing it in an instant.

The Folding Sword Style had unleashed a combat power far beyond his level, not only destroying the Sacred Domain, but even cutting off the clone of the Star Beast.

The entire top floor of the Imperial City Palace was directly opened, as if the head of the Heavenly Spirit Gai had been cut off, revealing the tragic battlefield.

He thought that by losing the Sanctuary, he would have room to pull, but this was an overestimate.

Although there were no side effects, the mere fact that Frost Sky was broken already meant that his enhanced state was over.

Among the collapsed buildings, Bai Yu retreated all the way.

Kill a thousand, lose a thousand.

He silently grasped the lionheart and blinked.

Bai Yu concentrated.

It's like an author who has used up all the manuscripts, and when he sees the dead line, he sweats directly.

The Emperor was by no means defenseless, but defended with all his might.

Folding sword ...... It is true that the power is amazing, but the price is the destruction of the sword.

This may seem like a small step, but it is also the result of fate.

Or almost beheaded by a sword!

Replaced by an ordinary canonization, under the protection of the lack of god-killing power and the star beast clone, I think that at this time, the head has already fallen to the ground.

Sure enough, although he was injured, he was not to the point of serious damage.

This force was too heavy, Bai Yu raised the lionheart spear to defend, and the moment the blades staggered, the lionheart spear had bent to an eye-stimulating arc, and the terrifying power directly shook the already crumbling palace under its feet to pieces, collapse and collapse.

Heavy snow covered the city of Rome.

Even if the female evil who created the sword folding style used this move, it would have side effects on herself, which is why she didn't continue to attack in the Dragon Vein Realm.

Fortunately, Lao Deng didn't feel good either.

The other party is still an out-and-out canonization, a monster with the power of four star beasts to kill gods.

At the end of the stage of Heroic Spirit Summoning, Bai Yu's combat power directly fell back to the fourth order, and the confidence and courage that could be slashed and canonized with a sword in his hand no longer existed.

If the Sanctuary was an eggshell, then it had been cut in half with a single sword.

Originally, Bai Yu himself should also suffer a backlash, but he used a Heroic Spirit Card, and the power was borrowed out of thin air and did not belong to him, and it would automatically dissipate when it was used up, and naturally there were no so-called side effects.

If the other party wants to continue to move, Bai Yu can only retreat and pull.

A tragic rift took the place where the white elm had settled, tearing out a bottomless rift along the way, and this rift spread along the central axis, reaching the feet of the Roman emperor, pushing him all the way to the back of the Sanctuary Palace.

To put it simply, its damage multiplier may have reached 10,000% of the horror value, which is not an additional bonus.

He had lost a star beast clone, and his god-killing power had also lost a lot, and the black-red power that was wrapped around his body had become much dimmer, and a sword mark on his neck was even more hideous, and he had already damaged his airway and vocal tract.

Without the suppression of the Holy Domain, he can't lock himself up, and I'm just a nimble dog in the mountains!

Then he saw the emperor standing up on his knees.

For the first time, the Roman Emperor fell to the ground in embarrassment, his back against the broken pillar, his rich clothes stained with blood, and the red blood dripping down the hideous wound on his neck.

Without the protection of Frost Sky and the Guardian Spirit, his hands were numb and his mouth cracked with just one move.

If he was really beheaded, even the emperor would definitely not live.

It's not so much a chop as a smash.

The sanctuary is also unsustainable.

The broken Frost Sky Sword in his hand turned into a point of light and dissipated, and the broken figurative object of the Heroic Spirit Principle could no longer maintain its original strength.

In the middle of the night, the clouds within a radius of 100 miles above the city of Rome were dispersed by the sword qi, and the instantaneous light burst out to illuminate the Roman city for a moment, the stars and the moon were bright, and they were also covered by the frost in the sky, and the sword qi dispersed the clouds, but it condensed countless water vapor, turning into pieces of white snow and falling.

In the very short time he had closed and opened, before he could fully open his eyes, the five-fingered black sword that had ignited the god-killing power had already slashed down.

White Elm is just one step away from an epic achievement.

At the same time as the smash, the space rippled and vibrate, directly blocking the route that Bai Yu could have escaped.

It's not just the Holy Domain, the sword qi soars into the sky.

If he really died at the hands of Bai Yu, he would become the first saint in the history of human civilization to die at the hands of the Fourth Order.

A layer of white frost condensed on the wound, and the chill spread, and he was almost sealed by a sword.

An invisible gravitational pull pulled him towards the opponent's attack, and he couldn't dodge it at all, if he didn't have enough knowledge and understanding of spatial fluctuations and staggered the trajectory of the frontal attack, he could only bite the bullet and eat this blow all the time, and I am afraid that the result would not be much better than the palace at that time.

There was no time to catch his breath, and a second attack followed.

This was followed by a third blow.

The battlefield stretched rapidly, and soon flew out of the Roman palace.

The palace has a tragic battle line, like a brush dipped in ink, and then a hard stroke on the map, and all the buildings on this dark route are bulldozed horizontally, leaving only a deep ravine.

After the eighth move, Bai Yu had already hit the city wall with his back, and his white clothes turned into bloody clothes, and his body was covered with scars.

If you can see your own blood bar, I am afraid that you have already entered the endangered 30% blood volume at this time.

Sure enough, without the help of external forces, in the face of the all-powerful canonization, he couldn't even survive ten moves.

Defeat is decided.

Bai Yu looked at the five-fingered black sword that had already stabbed at the center of his eyebrows, thinking that he might be able to hold up one more move.

Before he could get up, a hand crossed his shoulder, and a hand reached out from the crumbling wall behind him, which was covered with golden gauntlets, obviously an old antique, mottled with rust and residual blood on the coating.

This hand clasped the five-fingered black sword so easily.

The old metal gauntlet seemed to have some kind of wonderful restraint effect on the power of the god-killing spear, and the burning black-red flame, which could not be extinguished even by frost, was blocked under this hand, and then torn and snuffed.

The five-fingered black sword hovered in front of Bai Yu, and he felt his other hand pressed against his shoulder, and a soft temperature behind his back was approaching, with a fragrance that he was very familiar with, and he felt as if something was rubbing against the side of his face.

After tilting your gaze, catch a glimpse of a small white snake.

He knew who it was.

"You're back." He said.

"I'm back." She said.

Elysée walked out of the portal of space, hugged his shoulders from behind, cheek to cheek, eyes straight ahead, vigilant of danger, but every snake hair was wrapped around the young man's head, rubbing constantly, like a little girl reluctant to throw away a match.

This temperature makes her greedy and reassures her.

Soon, Elyse let go of her hand.

She wanted to catch up and hug him, but there was something more important at the moment.

She looked straight ahead.

It was the Roman Emperor.

And her father.

It is the enemy she must kill.

"Elyse, he ......"

Bai Yu opened his mouth to persuade him, he actually didn't want to leave this matter to Elyse to deal with, it would be a little too cruel to her.

"It doesn't matter, I have already heard about the cause and effect from her."

Elyse stood, her voice light and distant.

"Don't worry."

"I'm ready for it."

Elyse's right hand reached out of the dark void behind her, grasped something, and pulled it out.

It was a knife.

Quite a quaint long knife, nearly two meters long, more than an adult's height, the blade is not wide, the weight reduction groove is engraved with a quaint inscription, there is no blade and handle, only a spacious blade, and there is not even a place for people to hold, so Elyse put on the gauntlet, and then went to hold this long knife with only a blade.

Bai Yu didn't know what she had been through.

But as the editor of fate, he could clearly feel that there was some kind of grandeur in Elyse's body.

That power had already existed, but had been given to her in some way.

That's her fate.

Bai Yu has traveled through five hundred years, but he can only watch as a spectator.

At this time, he is not a weaver, but a spectator, and he cannot intervene, he can only watch.

His attempt to change history did not work, and all the steps were precisely calculated and arranged.

She will not die until Elyse achieves her mission, and the torrent of fate will carry her here to this endgame battlefield.

The god of history is the world's greatest playwright, who writes fate in all its forms, gives careerists the opportunity to show it, gives the avengers a chance to get rid of it, and gives them the overwhelming people they will encounter in life.

At this time, she was the only one who could defeat the Godslayer, as if she had come here to complete this mission.

Even......

She was born to go through the script of fate!

She was destined to get this far.

Regicide.

Patricide.

From the moment she walked out of the snowfield as a child, she was destined to embark on this road of no return.

She will spend her life searching for the truth and completing her revenge.

The mission of life has long been anchored by fate, and the ending of killing the father and the king has long been written, and it will come to an end tonight.

And Elysée accepted this fate, and swallowed it with its gift and bitter fruit, mixed with blood and tears.

She said.

- I've come to my senses.

(End of chapter)