Chapter 110 Fighting Is Like a Play

The sword that Chang Xiran struck was called the Furious Shattering Heaven in the Tianjian Sect. Dayou is the supreme aura of the Royal Court of Ten Thousand Realms, which I can destroy with one sword. Although it is impossible to be so strong in reality, it also shows his confidence in this sword.

Especially when Chang Xiran slashed out this sword, the entire sky was surrounded by his sword energy. The powerful and wild sword energy could feel the pain of the skin just by feeling it. Those with lower cultivation levels could not even get close.

But the sword that the tyrant Ku held in his mouth struck the weapon held by a deadpool who didn't even have a name, and the result was another severe slap in the face.

The wave of swords rolled up by the wild power tide instantly filled the sky and dazzled people's eyes.

Chang Xiran's thousand-sword sword was once again shaken open by his own power, scattered, and scattered all over the sky.

On the other hand, the death soldier still existed, without any cracks or damage. On the contrary, the blade-wielding dead soldier was shocked to death by Chang Xiran's violent force and died on the spot. When he died, he even spit out a mouthful of blood, which stained several small sad swords. The small swords immediately lost their luster, and Chang Xiran's sad clutch sword was actually damaged as a result.

"Asshole!" Chang Xiran was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

Over there, Meng Qihong also realized that something was wrong. He first rolled up a wave of air, like a cloud, tidal wave, and mist, wrapping the Deadpool, slowing down his speed and delaying his movements. Then he used wisps of finger wind to kill the divine soldier or kill him Deadpool, both probing and attacking.

This move finally worked, and the Death Soldier's killing speed was greatly reduced. However, no matter what Meng Qihong did, the Death Soldier was not affected. As for the Deadpool himself, let him die if he dies, and another one will be born again after he dies. On the contrary, the constant generation of dirty blood makes all cultivators afraid and avoid him.

The ghost tribe is already numerous in number. Although the human race cultivators are more powerful, they have been able to withstand the human race's offensive due to their endless numbers. Now with the addition of Deadpool Styx, the situation of the battle has been reversed and started to tilt in the direction of the ghost clan. Not only were Yuan Tianzhong, Chang Xiran and others forced to tie up their hands and feet, but Wei Tianchong and others were also caught off guard by the roaring group of ghosts and deadpools, and were forced to retreat.

The black mist in the sky that was originally dispersed by sunlight and flames has condensed again.

At this time, Tang Jie snorted and flew up.

He had not taken much action before, just observing the situation on the battlefield. Until this moment when the Death Soldiers of Styx made a contribution, Tang Jie knew that it was finally the time for him to take action - he had long been greedy for so many Death Soldiers.

He quickly flew to the side of a Stygian Death Guard. The Styx Death Guard waved his sickle at him and tried to cut him off. Tang Jie didn't even dodge and stabbed him with a finger.

Chang Xiran was shocked when he saw this.

He shouted: "Tang Jie, retreat quickly, that weapon..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw that the Deadpool's Scythe, which he could not break with all his efforts, turned into countless crystal light spots and disappeared with one finger. The Deadpool also followed after losing the Death Soldier. its demise.

Chang Xiran felt as if someone had stuffed a big bun in his mouth. He could no longer speak and could only look at Tang Jie stupidly.

This...how is this possible?

He couldn't figure it out or understand it.

Tang Jie had no time to pay attention to him. After collecting the black sand, he flew to the other Deadpool of Styx. He still pointed out that the Death Soldier had broken into pieces again, and the Deadpool died.

It couldn't be simpler.

Tang Jie followed the same pattern, killing all the way. The Stygian Dead Warrior who had just killed all the cultivators to the point of losing their armor was unable to block even a single move in Tang Jie's hands. He was like an insect, being attacked by Tang Jie. Pinch and die.

Seeing this, all the cultivators cheered at the same time.

The Underworld Emperor Zhaoluo was heartbroken when he saw it.

These Stygian Death Guards are not easy to come by. It is difficult for him to have the assets accumulated over thousands of years as emperor to be destroyed by Tang Jie. This is simply a stab in the heart, if he has the intention. But what shocked him the most was how this human being did it.

The Death Soldier is formed by the projection of the Blade of Samsara. It is the embodiment of the law of the great avenue and cannot be destroyed by anything. Since the existence of the underworld, no one has ever been heard of who can destroy the Death Soldier.

But now, this person appears, and destroys the past one by one, like destroying everything along the way.

At that moment, Zhaoluo suddenly remembered a scene he had experienced not long ago.

He was originally an astrolabe spirit who entered the underworld to cultivate as the Ghost King. He was gifted with divination, and he could faintly feel some of the power of cause and effect and destiny, and draw some inferences about the future. Although it is not exact, you can always feel some edges and directions. It is precisely because of this ability that he can turn danger into good luck every time, gradually grow in this vicious underworld, and eventually become a powerful underworld emperor.

And not long ago, he felt that there was going to be a big change in the underworld.

He couldn't see where this change came from, but he could feel that the upcoming Jiuyou Festival would be the starting point of this change. In this change, a new powerful emperor will be born, but the old emperor will also fall.

He didn't know who would be born and who would die, but he realized that this was a grand event where crisis and opportunity coexisted.

For this reason, he came in person and planned this grand event based on his feelings.

If he succeeds, he will become the new and stronger emperor and get rid of the fetters that have trapped him for thousands of years;

If he fails, then he will be the fallen emperor, and nothing will matter.

But now, when he saw the power that shattered the Death Soldier, he was completely shocked.

Shock after shock, thousands of years of practice have taught him the fighting spirit of never giving up until the last moment. This quality is not unique to humans. Even though his heart was filled with turmoil, Zhaoluo still did not give up the fight.

He roared loudly, and all the Stygian Death Guards retreated at the same time.

At the same time, countless ghost kings and generals roared towards Tang Jie to cover up and kill him.

Since this human being can restrain the Death Soldier, and it seems that he is the only one who can do it, let's let ordinary ghosts kill him. After this person dies, let Styx Deadpool dominate the battle.

Zhaoluo's idea was simple and straightforward. Although the departure of Deadpool Styx would make the battle more difficult, it was still better than being completely wiped out by Tang Jie.

But just as Death Guard Styx retreated, Tang Jie suddenly vomited blood and shook his body a few times.

"He can't hold on any longer?" Zhaoluo was stunned and couldn't help but think.

At this time, the ghosts were still rushing towards him, and Tang Jie had not received any major attacks. The only reason why he vomited blood could only be the result of his previous battle with Deadpool.

Zhaoluo immediately thought that this was probably the price Tang Jie paid for destroying the Death God Soldier.

Yes, how could the Death Soldiers exist? Even if humans could destroy them, how could they be destroyed so easily without paying the slightest price?

Just at this moment, Stygian Deadman retreated, and the ghosts attacked. When Tang Jie saw it, a look of relief appeared on his face and he flew towards the rear.

Obviously, he had no intention of dealing with the ghosts at all. He wanted to take this opportunity to recuperate and restore himself.

Zhaoluo immediately realized that something was wrong. If he was given time to rest, he was afraid that when Deadpool Styx appeared again, it would be another opportunity for him to show off his power.

The thought changed and he roared again, but it blocked the retreat of Deadpool Styx.

The Death Guard of Styx did not retreat but advanced, heading towards the cultivators to kill them.

Tang Jie had no choice but to appear again. There is no way, there is really no one else who can fight against the Death Soldier except him.

Using the Bing Zi Jue repeatedly, one death weapon after another was shattered.

Zhaoluo's heart hurts every time one is broken.

He could only keep comforting himself, this person could hardly hold on any longer.

It's just that the tenacity of human beings was demonstrated at this moment. No matter how exhausted, exhausted, weak, or vomiting blood Tang Jie was, he just persisted and never retreated, fighting bloody battles across the Deadpools of the Styx. One dead waiter after another was killed by him. One-third of the three hundred Styx dead waiters were killed by Tang Jie like he was chopping melons and vegetables.

When a hundred Styx Deadmen fell, Tang Jie's body was crumbling, but he refused to fall and continued to attack one after another. His body was covered with blood, some from ghosts, some from himself, and some from other cultivators; his face was full of exhaustion and pale, like a seriously ill person; his forehead was dripping with sweat, and his body was shaking. Swinging the pendulum is a sign of overexertion and loss of strength.

But he was still fighting, fiercely and non-stop.

Like a miracle, a god of war who never gives up.

Affected by this will, almost all the cultivators were moved and began to work hard one by one.

They are more desperate, more passionate, more motivated, and more determined to fight.

One cultivator after another rushed to protect Tang Jie and help him block the attacks from ordinary ghosts, so that Tang Jie only had to go all out to deal with Deadpool. In the end, Tang Jie didn't even have the energy to fly. Yuan Tianzhong personally took action and supported Tang Jie to fly through the clouds, just to save him a little mana.

As a result, the number of casualties among the Stygian Deadpools rose to one hundred and fifty.

He couldn't hold it any longer, he couldn't hold it any longer!

Zhaoluo said fiercely in his heart, he expected, he cursed, he prayed, and he waited.

But the miracle never came, and Styx Deadpool was still dying, falling, and withering.

When the number of casualties among the Styx Deadpool reached one hundred and eighty, Zhaoluo finally felt something was wrong.

Why is this guy still persisting? Can you still persist?

How could a guy who clearly couldn't stand it after killing fifty Deadpools grit his teeth and persist in killing twice as many enemies?

Zhaoluo has never seen Saint Seiya, and he does not believe that will can replace mana.

If gritting one's teeth can replace strength, the Star Luo Realm should be dominated by multi-tooth demons.

So when Deadpool Styx reached one hundred and eighty, he finally realized something was wrong.

He began to scream and give orders, and the Stygian Dead Guards began to retreat again.

Tang Jie's body shook violently again, and he almost fell off the clouds.

This scene made Zhaoluo hesitate again and slowed down a bit.

Tang Jie was very rude. He gritted his teeth and stamped his feet to kill several dead waiters.

The hesitation turned into determination, and Styx Deadpool continued to retreat. This time, no matter how Tang Jie behaved, he would not stop.

Seeing this situation, Tang Jie laughed loudly: "It's better to stay!"

With a flash of his body, all the previous fatigue, helplessness, and defeat were wiped away. His body flew towards the dead soldiers like lightning, and his fingers were like arrows, pointing at the death soldiers one after another.

At this point, Zhaoluo was finally sure that he had been fooled.

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