"This is your destiny."
The circulation of the Saint Heart Mantra had already made Sakra's injuries disappear.
At this moment, in Sakra's eyes, humans were no longer humans, but ants for him to play with.
Time had created his thousand years of accumulation, and it could be said that he was blessed by the heavens to monopolize the phoenix blood.
Everything he did was done naturally, and he could easily reach a realm that others did not even dare to imagine.
The Sword Saint's all-out sword attack failed to perish together with him.
Naturally, he was the ruler of this world.
However…
Qin Shuang took a deep breath. Her eyes became somewhat obscure and terrifying.
His eyes were like two cold pools that had not rippled for thousands of years. They were extremely dark, as if they hid many secrets that no one knew.
Nameless, who was present, once again swung his Hero Sword with all his might.
The vast sword qi that was as vast as the moon kept slashing at Sakra.
His attack was incomparably swift, and his eyes flickered with an incomparably solemn light. His opponent had already changed. Just as Sakra had said, what he was fighting against was his fate.
Birth, old age, sickness, death, sorrow, joy, separation, and reunion. All these phantoms were magnified continuously.
However, Sakra could live forever and claimed to be a god who had descended to the mortal world. He was just a mortal who had not yet entered the Dao. Even if he used all his strength, he had to fight against him.
Nameless's sword Qi was so chaotic that there was no way to describe it.
If the inexplicable sword technique was said to be strange and difficult to distinguish, it was also a strategy to adapt to the situation.
At this moment, Wuming seemed to have thrown away all the shackles and completely relied on the instinctive reaction of a sword practitioner to launch an attack on Sakra.
The continuous and disorderly sword qi flew continuously, like moths flying into the fire, constantly rushing and scattering around Sakra's body.
Xiong Ba also started to circulate his cultivation technique. Although he had yet to break through to Xiantian, he could still fight with 30% of his Origin Energy.
The true energy that was constantly blasted out by him and the nameless sword qi attacked Sakra together.
"Divine Gate Sword Technique!"
The true energy after the 30% return to its original state made the light from the Blazing Kylin Sword even more dazzling.
In the darkness, the brilliant light seemed to have given birth to a world.
However, in Sakra's eyes, it was still just the brilliance of the human world, nothing more.
"How can a firefly dare to compete with the bright moon!"
Sakra focused his gaze on Xiong Ba, and a three-inch golden light shot out.
When the golden light pierced into him, Xiong Ba seemed to have an epiphany as he gathered 30% of his Origin Energy into his finger.
Immediately, Xiong Ba seemed to radiate divine light as he waved his finger.
Before this finger landed, a terrifying change occurred in the air.
The three completely different auras were connected by this finger, turning into a whole, like fireflies turning into stars.
Ignoring the changes in the surroundings, Xiong Ba pointed again.
This time, the fourth aura was actually born from the fusion of the first three.
At the same time that the golden light pierced Xiong Ba's shoulder, a surging rainbow light shot towards Sakra.
Xiong Ba groaned, the pain of his bones being torn apart made the true qi in his body flow out crazily.
However, there was no pain in his eyes. Instead, there was a dense seriousness that was simply unheard of.
A strange red flame flowed out from Xiong Ba's shoulder, as if it was on fire.
It was indeed a flame, burning his body and soul. Hot steam was coming out of his wounds.
"Is this…the power of the phoenix?”
Xiong Ba's low voice sounded like he was praising the culprit who had injured him.
His zhenqi was like flowing water, frantically trying to extinguish the burning red, but it evaporated the moment it touched it.
The blood in his mouth had yet to fall to the ground, but it had already burned into a cluster of flames in the air, leaving a charred mark on the ground.
More and more marks appeared on the ground, as if ink had been splashed on the ground.
Xiong Ba stood there with his sword in hand. The pain spread throughout his body as if his organs were burning. His true qi was quickly evaporated, and the dragon patterned robe on his body was also torn into pieces.
He walked towards Sakra step by step. With every step he took, flames jumped out of his footprints.
He still wanted to use 30% Origin Energy again, but his body was already overwhelmed.
Finally, just a few feet away from Sakra, Xiong Ba could no longer hold on. The Fire Kylin Sword lost its luster and fell to the ground with his burly body.
"You're the only one left."
Xiong Ba's finger filled another bloody hole in Sakra's chest.
However, Sakra ignored the red spots on his chest and slowly said to Nameless, as if it was the last ultimatum of his life.
At this moment, Wuming's pale face suddenly became withered and ashen. He was already injured, but even his eyes dimmed at this moment. He was like a withered leaf in autumn that would wither at any time.
His continuous and disorderly sword qi had become chaotic at this time. Previously, he could still leave a few traces of sword intent on Sakra's body, but now he could no longer touch Sakra's clothes.
Sakra suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
He wiped away the remaining redness at the corner of his mouth in surprise and looked ahead.
Sword Saint's two heartless swords, Xiong Ba's finger that injured both sides, and Nameless Heavenly Sword. These injuries accumulated and caused Sakra to gradually feel overwhelmed.
The Phoenix Blood could heal wounds, but Sakra felt that his aura was already a little chaotic.
Wu Ming saw that he couldn't take it down after a long time and retreated.
"Surrender now. It is already the greatest honor of your lives that you were able to injure me.”
Wu Ming stood still on the spot with his eyes closed, as if he was meditating.
Sakra looked at him, his tone still high and mighty. Victory and defeat were no longer important. He could circle back and forth among the four people's encirclement by himself.
Now that this aura had already become precarious, Wu Ming could no longer cause any waves.
"No, it's not over yet."
Wu Ming took a deep breath, and the surrounding Heaven and Earth Qi was absorbed by him.
The Hero's Sword in his hand was surrounded by layers of dancing gauze, vibrating crazily.
The hardest, most unyielding, most righteous, and most heroic sword in the world let out a tragic roar at this moment.
The Hero's Sword, the Hero of Swords!
Heroes have lofty aspirations, the power to swallow mountains and rivers, the capacity to accept the nine states, the breadth of mind of the four seas, shoulder justice, save the people from water and fire, and relieve the people from hanging upside down.
The heroic spirit of heaven and earth is awe-inspiring even in a thousand years.
It was also at this moment that all the martial artists in the Central Plains, regardless of their level, realm, or good or evil, began to struggle uncontrollably with their swords. It was extremely ear-piercing, as if they were wailing.
Everyone was stunned. They actually felt the struggle of fate.
"Whoosh!"
The Hero Sword pointed at the sky, and vast sword energy poured out like the Milky Way.
"Famous in the martial world!"
The ninth move of the Inexplicable Sword Technique.
The sword will spread between heaven and earth, causing the Jianghu to reveal its sharpness.
Wuming's life was tied to this sword, and it was also a sword that cared about the lives of the world.
The road of Jianghu was high and the river was far. However, Wu Ming could become famous all over the world.
In an instant, Nameless 'figure stepped forward and pointed his sword.
This sword was also like a newborn sun, the sword shadow was fiery red, and the true energy that Sakra spread out actually dissipated like spring snow.
"Haha…Haha…"
A voice that seemed to be praising and mocking came from Sakra's mouth.
In an instant, the true energy in Sakra's body rushed out of his dantian like a cloud dragon.
The cloud dragon spiraled up and collided with Nameless's sword Qi. At that moment, only that dazzling light was left in the world.
The wind and clouds surged, and the birds fell.
Wu Ming's figure flew out of the light screen.
On the ground, there was a shallow ditch that seemed to extend to the horizon, like a river flowing into the sky.
Let's talk about the plot. The plot progressed very quickly. It was set up from the beginning. After all, the main character was very heaven-defying. Moreover, this book was an infinite style. It was half-invincible in every world, so it would naturally progress very quickly...
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