Above Destiny

Chapter 427 Tianlu and Shengxie

"I thought I was meeting an old friend, but things have changed and I saw something weird like this."

Lord Tianlu shook his head, as if he was regretful, but also as if he was a little interested. He bent down and took the Pan Ying from his hand, "Lend it to me!"

Pan Ying rang and blood spurted out!
Waves of drums.

But Tianlugong looked left and right, frowned, and slapped his head, looking irritable and unhappy, as if he couldn't recognize it or remember it.

Until his eyes lit up slightly.

"I see. Hmm, now I remember... I think it's used this way."

He gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands, holding the Pan Ying upside down, and slowly raised it... Then, arms stretched out from behind him, with five fingers spread out, grabbing the blade and holding it tightly!
He let it cut his palm and drink it voraciously, ignoring the pain and erosion. The smile on that half of his face gradually became crazy.

Pull it out as if it were coming out of a sheath!
At that moment, the sharp sound of metal rubbing against each other resounded throughout Xinquan, so high and distant. Pan Ying trembled violently, as if it was roaring.

The sword blade that leaped out from the grasp and lock of pairs of hands actually lost its iron color and turned into a dreamy crimson.

Thousands of threads of blood flow, like light and flame, rising endlessly!
Ji Jue's face suddenly changed when he noticed something unusual.

It was not because he lost control of Pan Ying, but because he realized the horrible changes that had taken place on Pan Ying - just a few moments had surpassed his own long period of tempering.

The unknown skill, with its inexplicable catalysis, actually temporarily pushed Pan Ying into its complete form of refinement!
There are no hidden dangers at all, and it even greatly improves the degree of completion of Pan Ying. Rather than saying it is a crooked way, it is better to say that this is the right way that has not been recorded in the Han Xiang chapter!
Wash blood with blood, and defeat evil with evil!
"That's right, that's right, that's right! Haha, hahahahahaha..."

Lord Tianlu lowered his eyes, staring at the blood on the blade, and sighed with deep affection: "After so many years, I almost didn't recognize you..."

At this moment, when the crimson sword blade was raised again, it covered half of Tang Qian's face.

The fierce light in Tianlu's eyes appeared, and he laughed out loud:

"——Shengxie, long time no see!"

Eternity has ended, the dynasty has been annihilated, Tianlu was buried on the battlefield, and Shengxie was shattered without a trace...

Everything changes with time and things change.

So many years have passed, the past has disappeared without a trace, and everything in the past has completely vanished. However, the traces of the priest and the inheritance of the Nine Swords can actually meet again in this world that has already changed beyond recognition.

How ridiculous, and how lucky.

It doesn't get any better than this.

"Now, we fight side by side again, good partner!"

Lord Tianlu laughed loudly and walked towards the flames of battle step by step. As he moved forward, the sword rang loudly and blood remained in the void wherever the sword passed.

Take one step and cross a long distance.

Only a lingering crimson mark was left, just like blood and tears, winding and flowing like a dream.

"Varied……"

The moment Pacquiao saw that strange face appear before his eyes again, he felt as if he had died and fell into an icy cave!
That kind of demeanor and aura are completely different from before!
What was even more terrifying was that at that moment, the circle of the Eternal Darkness and the Abyss of Bones silently broke apart, and no one even noticed when the tragic scar appeared.

However, with a casual swing of the sword, the darkness like mud and countless corpses separated in fear to the sides, as if fleeing. But then, crimson flames emerged from the mud and corpses, like a sacrificial altar, penetrating into the bone marrow and burning violently!
It can't be shaken off and can't be dispelled!

Then, step forward, stab in the middle - penetrate!
Snapped!
The spear was broken in half, and a large hole suddenly appeared on Pacquiao's chest. Jade fire rushed, trying to repair the wound, but...

like water off a duck's back!

Even the Lord of Scars showed no reaction and was unwilling to accept this scar as a sacrifice!
"pulpy."

Lord Tianlu sighed contemptuously: "Scars are going backwards. The six evils back then even accepted this kind of rubbish. The same goes for Fungus. You still have the nerve to laugh? Laugh at your mother!"

On the Blade of Victory over Evil, the emblem of the Fungus appeared again. All the injured returning knights changed color, feeling the blood of the Fungus flowing, and all their strength flowed towards the sword!

In an instant, after usurping the power of all the returning knights and controlling the gift of the fungus, Tang Qian's body seemed to turn into a volcano, shrouded in suffocatingly thick flames.

And in the midst of the flames, there was an indifferent gaze cast towards the tall building.

It fell on Ji Jue's face and took a glance.

And took it back without any interest.

"Watch out, kid—"

Tianlugong threw out scarlet chains with one hand, entangled Pacquiao's body like a tethered dog, and then, one skinny right hand after another stretched out and grasped the hilt of the sword. With each additional hand, the spirit and power of the blade increased a little bit, until finally, the blood shook violently, unable to bear this terrifying power.

Laughing loudly, he raised it to the highest point, pointed it at Pacquiao's pale face, and grinned:
“——Shengxie, this is how it is used!”

boom! ! !
The green phosphorescent light burst out like a waterfall and shot up into the sky.

In a hurry, Pacquiao, who was terrified, no longer dared to care about the other giants. He exerted all his strength and instantly burned more than half of the scar sacrifices. His strength expanded to an unprecedented high.

The broken circle shrank and collapsed, entwining itself around the broken spear.

Stab forward!

This shot surpassed his previous limit, and surpassed his current limit, and even went to a higher place that he had never expected...

Unfortunately, it's of no use.

Shengxie's blood-stained light never wavered, and the power condensed to the extreme directly defeated the blessing of the circle and scar. Under the operation of the blessing [overwhelming power], it easily defeated all insignificant defenses and resistances and marched straight in!

The eyes, ears, mouth, nose, limbs and other vital parts exploded instantly.

Two intersecting cross sword marks were engraved on Pacquiao's body, almost cutting him into pieces instantly, but they somehow retracted an inch as if they had been ravaged, allowing him to retain some life.

Pacquiao screamed, shouted in fear, and twitched.

It was not just because of this severe injury, but because... his own soul and life were also retreated under that sword. No, it was more like, taken away!

He permanently lost a portion of his life force and strength, his abilities were damaged, and even his rank was showing a downward trend.

It's just a sword... What on earth is that sword? What the hell is this thing? !
He wailed, used his hands and feet to stand up, and retreated awkwardly, his eyes dilated, as mad as a wild beast.

Something is wrong! Something is wrong! Something is wrong! Something is wrong! Something is wrong…

Something was wrong from the beginning. What happened? What's wrong with me?
Why...why...

Snapped!
The broken spear fell in front of him, waking him from his fear.

He raised his head dully and looked towards where the spear came from.

Heaven's killing.

That was the weapon thrown by Tianlu.

"pick it up."

Tianlugong raised his left hand and picked his nose, feeling bored.

Pacquiao stood there in a daze, his fingers trembling, but he didn't dare to bend down.

Hesitating...

"I told you to pick it up!"

Lord Tianlu suddenly became furious: "It's bad enough that you can't even beat a reborn, but you don't even dare to take up weapons, so what kind of a group are you!"

He took a step forward, and then slapped Pacquiao in the face, angrily saying, "I told you to pick it up! Now, immediately, immediately! Do you want me to personally wipe out your entire clan?"

Slap after slap, left and right, arms swung up mercilessly with a large group of bloody flames, big ears hit, flesh and blood burst, bones were exposed, and then healed amid wailing.

Forcing him to pick up his weapon and become his enemy.

Then, he slowly and methodically cut off the opponent's fingers, wrists, elbows, and arms, one by one with his sword, as if he were performing a slow slicing operation.

The entire Xinquan fell into deathly silence.

No one dared to speak.

Even the three giant heroes stood far away and dared not say a word.

At the top of the building, Huang Xu stood in a daze. He turned around in shock and looked at Ji Jue in disbelief.

There are also experts? !

You bastard, are you on guard against me? !
"I don't I'm not!"

Ji Jue shook his head frantically, finally feeling the injustice of being wrongly accused, and tears were almost coming out.

That's not how I defend you! I haven't even started the hypersonic long-range missile launchers that were locked onto the Dragon Fleet using Frederick's cell phone!

No god knows how Lao Tang suddenly exploded, and after seeing Pan Ying, he went crazy and super-evolved into this weird thing.

I'm scared too!

Hey, Mr. Huangxu, you will protect me, right?

Amid screams and wails, the torture continued.

After being chopped and pierced again and again, Pacquiao's body was riddled with holes, with no intact flesh and blood left. It was as if he was being carefully crafted by the executioner, always maintaining a tiny bit of resistance from the opponent, and then playing with him like a cat and mouse, enjoying the thrill of the hunt.

The power gap between them is so obvious and exaggerated.

It's simply sensational.

What was even more clear was the pungent smell of sulfur. The strange smell gradually seeped out from Pacquiao's body and could no longer be disguised from within his soul.

"Hey, this is the first time I've seen such a shameful evil demon in all these years. You guys are getting worse and worse."

Tianlugong stepped on Pacquiao's head and sneered, "It's a good thing I didn't kill all of you guys back then. Otherwise, how could I have seen such a pleasing scene?"

“M-Mercy, spare my life, I…I…”

Pacquiao struggled hard, wailing and begging, but his voice suddenly stopped as his trachea was stepped on and he could not make a sound.

"Shh, don't talk."

Tianlugong raised a finger, then kicked an axe that came from nowhere to his hand.

"pick it up."

He said, "Go on."

Good and happy times are limited, so don't waste them.

But this time, the figure squirming and wailing in the mud could no longer get up.

Even the courage to make a final desperate stand has disappeared.

No matter how he urged the burnt offering, the Lord of Scars did not respond. The horde no longer responded to him, and the mad slaughter had already abandoned him.

But just when he was completely in despair, he felt that the blessing of the Scar Lord seemed to move slightly, and a glimmer of expectation and hope rose in his heart.

Then, I saw... a finger faintly emerging in the flow of green fire.

In Pacquiao's ecstasy, he shone the light on Pan Ying's sword spine and stamped another mark under the emblem of the fungus - the emblem of three scars intertwined with each other instantly emerged.

Immediately afterwards, Ji Jue’s eyes went dark again, and he felt that the completion of Pan Ying had been improved a lot. Then, another set of secret rituals of inherited burnt offerings was suddenly thrown at him!

Stamp collecting progress +1
What the hell!
No, you bunch of priests...what on earth are you thinking about!

Don’t you even look at the live broadcast room when giving rewards?
(End of this chapter)