"Broken!"

"Extinguish!"

"Absolutely!"

"Crack!"

The white hair of the Great Pastor was fluttering in the wind, and he proudly raised the long sword in his hand, and there was a whistling sound in his mouth.

He couldn't break through Feng Ziyue's strong wall, he already knew that there was no trace of victory.

In that case, let's fight it at the end!

The Hundred Sons Extinction Sword in his hand burst out with dazzling brilliance, one after another balls of light silently collapsed, and the huge power gathered around him, and the martial artists who gathered the peak of the heavens should have lost consciousness under this huge impact, but the Great Pastoral Priest gritted his teeth and insisted, constantly gathering the power of self-explosion.

The control of obsession is beyond everyone's imagination!

"I thought he had exploded a dozen balls of light at most, but now he has exploded thirty-six ......"

Sword Frost Yin shook his head, "If he really makes him explode a hundred balls of light, I'm afraid even I won't be able to resist it......"

To truly exert the power of the Hundred Sons Extinction Sword, what is needed is the superhuman control of the sword-wielding person, a ball of light can explode to kill the master of the peak of the heavens, if a hundred balls of light burst together, the power is unimaginable!

So even if it is the martial arts of sword frost chanting, I don't dare to hold it up.

With the strength of the Great Pastoral Sacrifice, it should be impossible to explode a hundred balls of light, but seeing that he is now crazy and persistent, it is really uncertain!

The power of the light ball burst was accumulating, and the hands of the Great Pastoral Priest seemed to hold the great power of the Celestial Universe, which made people tremble at the sight of it.

He was pale and dusty. Beads of sweat the size of soybeans had already appeared on his forehead, his eyes were bulging, his eyeballs were full of bloodshots, and he gritted his teeth, looking hideous and terrifying.

At this time, he also fought to the limit.

Thirty-seven!

Thirty-eight!

Thirty-nine!

Feng Ziyue stood opposite him, feeling the endless coercion. But he also straightened his back, his expression was solemn and respectful, and his body was motionless. Only the breeze blows the clothes, and the hunt sounds.

Even Linglongwan and Han Wangsun held their breath. didn't make a sound, and quietly watched the battle situation here.

"I remember this old fellow too......"

Han Wangsun sighed, looked at the figure of the Great Pastoral Sacrifice with a faint gaze, and suddenly felt a chill on his back.

"People who have asked for thousands of years and traveled all over the galaxy, but who have never been able to go further......"

There was infinite sympathy in his tone.

In the body of the Great Shepherd, he also saw his own shadow.

Maybe he won't be as bleak as the Great Shepherd's Sacrifice, and he will do his best. Even after entering Wenjian Villa several times, he still found nothing, but he also saw such a trend.

Walking all over the galaxy, seeking a breakthrough in martial arts, but there was no opportunity, and he had to set his sights on the Four Great Wonder Books. I got nothing again, so I had to come here to ask Sword Villa.

If this continues, will it be the same as this persistent and desperate old man?

Han Wangsun's body trembled, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Linglong knew his intentions, touched his arm lightly, and said with a straight face: "Old Han." There is no need to be discouraged, even this person does not necessarily feel that the path of seeking the Tao is completely painful. ”

"Even if you can't go any further in your life, it is a kind of luck for a person who seeks martial arts to be martyred on the road of seeking the Tao. ”

In life, you always have your own goals.

Some people are talented and lucky, and through their own efforts, they have achieved their goals and got everything they want;

But some people, either because of lack of talent, or because the opportunity has not come, even if they are persistent, they still fall short after all, and may not be able to step on the highest peak.

But such people need no mercy either.

They have come, they have struggled, they have fought for it, even if they have failed in the end.

- They are still pure warriors!

Behind him, there is still a blazing light and heat, which makes people have only respect and not sympathy!

Han Wangsun's spirits perked up, raised his head, and laughed loudly, "Linglong girl, you are true, I was confused for a while!"

He looked at the Great Pastoral Sacrifice with blazing eyes, and suddenly smiled: "Old friend, no matter whether you can win today or not, this persistent spirit has made me infinitely admired!"

"Hahahaha!"

The Great Priest also laughed loudly, the long sword in his hand trembled, and the ball of light continued to crack, each time bringing a huge shock, making the corners of his mouth bleed, but his body was immovable.

"Seeking a sword for a lifetime, I have no regrets!"

Fifty-seven!

Fifty-eight!

Fifty-nine!

His clothes had been torn by the tremendous impact, revealing decaying skin, and for a master like them, time could hardly leave any mark on them, but he was clearly a dying old man.

- This also shows how old he is!

However, he still refused to let go of his sword!

"Seventy-two!"

"Seventy-three!"

"Seventy-four!"

Yan Luo Hongchen and Annihilation Wuba and the others were also shocked, unconsciously counting the number of the ball of light bursting, but their hearts were awe-inspiring.

They are now the pride of millions of people, and the best masters of the younger generation, but what will happen in the future?

This old man who has held a sword all his life was once called a genius, and it is impossible for him to get to this point without being a genius, but he is stuck in the last step, so that he has to do this thrilling and desperate thing today.

Could this be their future?

The two of them glanced at each other, and they had a deeper understanding of the desolation of martial arts.

"Eighty-Eight ......"

"Eighty-Nine ......"

Sword Frost nodded slightly, and he was also counting the last number of light balls.

The original long Hundred Sons Extinction Sword is now only the last small section.

Of the hundred terrible balls of light, there are only ten left.

"Ten!"

"Nine!"

"Eight!"

"Seven!"

"Six!"

With the countdown, everyone's eyes became more and more solemn, and the entire Hundred Sons Extinction Sword completely exploded, which was something that had never been heard of, and no one knew how much power it could burst out.

Everyone wants to see this last brilliance!

The Great Priest was still insisting, his seven orifices were oozing blood, the arm holding the sword was scarred, and the bones were already visible in many places, and the white bones and blood were mixed together, making him look extremely terrifying.

"Five!"

"Four!"

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

At the same time as the last ball of light burst, the Great Pastik Matsuri also let out a long laugh like a night owl.

Out of the sword!

With a roaring and rumbling sound that seemed to be the destruction of the stars, the essence blood of the Great Pastoral Sacrifice turned into a huge long sword, which fell from the sky and slashed straight at Feng Ziyue's head!

"My life, my attachments and my dreams are all in this sword!"

"Little Brother Feng, come and experience the will in my loser's sword!"

"From today onwards, the great cause of the sword will be entrusted to you!" (To be continued. )

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