The battle between the two has completely surpassed the battle between ordinary god generals and god kings.

The collision of the power of the realm, the mixing of various avenues, and the display of various melee skills have opened the eyes of many gods.

The Patronus, who has a full twenty arms, also shows great strength in melee combat.

Back then, if the deity hadn't had the eye of the sword, the perverted spiritual sense that had no solution, and seized the opportunity, it would never have been possible to beat the guardian god so badly.

The two figures of the guardian saint and the war spirit were constantly shuttling and staggering, the blood-red light flashed frequently, and with the angry shouts of the two, the body technique became faster and faster, and it had surpassed the visual limit that many gods could bear.

Gradually, the figures of the two became more and more blurred, and although there were many gods present, only a few people could see the details of the battle between the two.

The eyes of the deity were already filled with silver brilliance, and in these silver eyes, everything in the world that could be seen was different from everyone else.

Every time the Guardian Spirit and Zhan Lie made a move, in the eyes of the deity, they all turned into 'cocoon silks', which continued to spread, and each cocoon silk, in the eyes of the deity, was quickly decomposed and deduced again, evolving more 'cocoon silks'.

Some of these 'cocoons' are very familiar, and the deity's primordial spirit also surrounds the exact same 'cocoon silk'.

Some of them are relatively unfamiliar, so the Buddha-figures separate them and continue to deduce and analyze.

Suddenly!

There was a sudden change on the battlefield, and the battle spirits raised their heads to the sky and shouted: "Fight!"

In an instant, the aura of war swelled, and a huge, sky-high figure came out of the body, just like the law of heaven and earth, but it was not condensed, but it was a little illusory and vague!

The phantom bowed his head slightly, his eyes widened, and he yelled at the Patronus!

"Aang!"

The heavens and the earth shook, the wind whistled, and next to the large mouth of the phantom, the space all collapsed.

A ferocious aura from ancient times filled the audience, and everyone's aura was suppressed, and they couldn't help but shiver.

Seeing that the eighteen blood-colored iron chains were about to wrap around the body of the war spirit, unexpectedly, this phantom roared, and the roar and the strong wind brought it blew away the eighteen blood-colored iron chains!

Zhan Lie took a deep breath, his weakness gradually returned to his body, and Zhan Lie's momentum suddenly multiplied, and he had completely suppressed the Guardian Spirit, and the situation was reversed!

Lin Yi's eyes lit up, the phantom just now didn't seem to be solid, but it couldn't be ignored, it was extremely powerful!

The phantom suddenly appeared, and the power that burst out was like a volcanic eruption, and it was a blockbuster!

At this moment, the Divine Stick said slowly: "The Zhan Clan is different from others, when the Peerless Seal was added on the Sealing Platform back then, the realm and cultivation of the Zhan Lie were not the highest among the all. Moreover, the patron saint of the year was stronger than the battle in terms of domain power, but he was unfortunately defeated later. ”

"There is an unquenchable war spirit in the blood of the war clan, as long as the will of the war clan monks does not fall, the war spirit will continue to strengthen. You may have also noticed that although Old Shura has been suppressing Zhan Lie from beginning to end, Zhan Lie has not taken a step back!"

"This is accumulating momentum! Every time you insist on breathing, the battle soul in the blood will become stronger, and the war soul is completely refined by the three souls of the war clan itself, the two souls of heaven and earth, plus its own life soul, condense the final war soul. The primordial spirit is composed of three souls and seven spirits, so the attack of the war soul also contains a part of the divine consciousness attack, which is the ultimate secret of the war clan. ”

"Fight! Fight!"

Zhan Lie roared three times in a row, and every time the sound fell, he conjured up nine ancient Dading, but behind the ancient Dading, there was also an illusory figure standing, with high fighting spirit.

A full twenty-seven phantoms holding the Great Ding slaughtered towards the Guardian God with great momentum!

And every time Zhan Lie roared, the eyes of the guardian god dimmed a little, and the primordial god was violently shaken!

"Shura Blood Sea!"

The Guardian Spirit forcibly burst out with the power of the realm, and a blood-colored sea burst out from his body, instantly devouring the twenty-seven phantoms holding the Great Ding.

But I can't help but change my face!

A full twenty-seven battle spirits, not to mention anything else, the impact on the primordial god alone was enough to make the guardian spirit take care of himself.

The Patronus frowned, had a splitting headache, and screamed.

Twenty-seven battle spirits were devoured, and the body of the battle martyr was also shaken, and he almost sat on the ground.

But Zhan Lie's eyes were still firm, full of unyielding fighting intent, stepping forward, holding the Burial Spear in both hands, and rushed straight towards the Guardian Spirit.

The sea of blood around the Patronus was already shaking, and it could collapse at any time, Zhan Lie held the Burial Spear, galloped all the way, broke a wave of blood, and when the Patronus did not slow down, a shot stabbed the Patronus in the chest!

"Poof!"

With a crisp sound, his heart shattered, and the Patronus shook all over, his eyes regained consciousness, and a bloody stick peeked out of his back.

Although the Burial Spear did not have a spear head, Zhan Lie used the fierceness and sharpness that the Burial Spear should have, and hit the Patronus Saint in one fell swoop.

At this time, even the eighteen blood-colored iron chains in the body of the guardian god, containing a cold killing machine, also descended on the head of the battle spirit!

Although the Patronus suffered a heavy blow to his heart, the power of the realm that supported the eighteen blood-colored chains would not be immediately affected, and the Patronus had enough time to slay the battle spirits on the spot!

At this time, the battle martyr was already at the end of the crossbow, his face was pale, his expression was languid, although he was still standing, he was only barely supported by the Burial Spear.

In the face of the Patron Saint's move, Zhan Lie no longer had the strength to resist.

Seeing that the victory was about to be decided, the eighteen blood-colored chains paused in the air, and did not strike a fatal blow.

The Patronus suddenly sighed, "I'm defeated again. ”

Many gods were puzzled by what they heard, although Zhan Lie pierced the heart of the Guardian Spirit, it was obvious that the Guardian Spirit had a greater advantage and could kill Zhan Lie at any time.

Moreover, the battle spirit exhausted his body and almost collapsed, but the guardian spirit only decayed in qi and blood.

The god stick whispered, "That shot...... Zhan Lie could have pierced the old Shura's head. ”

A hint of surprise flashed in Lin Yi's eyes.

A tacit understanding, but also a kind of trust, although the two are enemies of each other.

As the guardian god said, although there were many gods present, only Zhan Lie dared to drink this jar of wine.

Because, perhaps, only the war martyrs really understand the patron saint.

There is a feeling between the two, a bit like Lin Yi and Gongsun Zhuo, but Gongsun Zhuo has not made a big mistake, but the guardian saint has committed a big crime that is difficult to make up for in the past ten thousand years!

The Patron Spirit slowly pulled out the Burial Spear from his body, and the blood in his chest flowed profusely, but there was no pain on his face, but his eyes showed a kind of indifference and relief, a kind of relaxation and letting go, a kind of satisfaction and determination!

It's hard to imagine that these feelings will flash through the eyes of the patron saint, more like a kind of redemption.

Self-redemption.

The Patron Spirit looked at the sky with his eyes and whispered, "Thank you, give me a chance to fight again." ”

After a pause, the guardian god looked at the many gods around him, his expression was not sad or happy, and he said slowly: "For ten thousand years, what I owe you will be repaid today!"