Chapter 766: Can there be any last words?

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read2();　　 As the saying goes, let the death be in the back, so if the monks fight each other, one side will fight to the death at the last moment, trying to turn defeat into victory. This is human nature, but no one Never thought that Murong and this desperate sword would be so powerful.
　　 The feet are short and the inches are long. Every monk has his specialties, and the monks who are really good at fighting will know how to use their strengths and avoid weaknesses.
　　Zhao Yusheng fought for the battle, so Murong and from this battle broke out to this moment, stab a sword in the true sense.
　　 Murong He turned his internal organs upside down in order to stab this sword, his entire left arm was chopped off, there was no trace of integrity on his body, and even the entire kendo inheritance was cut off.
　　 At this price that no one can bear, this sword finally appeared in front of Zhao Yu.
　　 God’s capital Sitian Pagoda, in the huge mountain and sea picture on the top of the tower, infinite blood radiates outwards, and the entire space inside the huge tower is shining scarlet, as if sinking up and down in a sea of ​​blood.
The center of the entire picture scroll is a sword, and using the powerful power of the mountain and sea map, everyone in the Sitian Pagoda can even see the trajectory of Murong and the sword that he is holding after disappearing within the space bubble. I can feel the infinite power of the sword in front of Zhao Yu.
　　 "Please Xia, wake up the mountain and sea map, and at the same time unite all the staff to move the space where your majesty is standing."
Li Chunfeng’s very old and loud shouts resounded through the entire Sitian Tower, and then he violently mentioned the lock yuan coffin below, and lifted the huge bronze coffin directly above his shoulders, just about to take the next step. He heard a clear voice belonging to Sima Annan:
　　 "My Majesty Li, for your Majesty, this is his battle to break through the cultivation base, so I think this is the opportunity that your Majesty has been waiting for. It is extremely important to your Majesty, and don't act rashly!"
　　 Sima Annan finished speaking, Li Chunfeng did not hesitate to look directly at the figure in the palace costume in front of him, and said:
　　 "Niang Niang?"
Rouge stared into the scroll of mountains and seas, her face unchanged, but looking at the rapidly approaching sword, Zhao Yu, whose eyes were getting brighter, at this moment, the girl felt the excitement and excitement of the young emperor, so she Spit out a word gently:
"Wait!"
This faint word made everyone in the entire Sitian Pagoda feel like a hammer hit. However, for Zhao Yu at this time, there is no time to take care of it, because Murong and this style Feixian's last sword brought him an unprecedented sense of oppression and murder.
In Zhao Yu’s perception, everything around it seemed to disappear completely, all sounds, all sights and lights were all hidden, and the young emperor seemed to have come to an independent space that was stripped out, in this place In the space, there was only a blood sword pierced toward the center of the eyebrows, and Murong He who held this sword.
Within Zhao Yu’s divine consciousness reaction, the speed of the sword pierced toward the center of the eyebrow was not fast, but rather like a child, holding a sword slowly and stabbing it slowly, but when the young emperor wanted When he reacted, despite Zhao Yu's control, his body remained motionless.
　　 This weird sword directly cut off the interaction between Zhao Yu's soul and his body.
　　 Soul stripping!
　　 "My baby was scared to death. Why did I encounter such a weird thing as soon as I woke up."
　　 Suddenly, in Zhao Yu's mind, a childish voice sounded directly, with a deep surprise, and then Shanhaitu Taiping continued to speak, with solemnity in the voice of the child:
　　 "Your Majesty, the sword that pierced you is so sharp, I can understand, but why there is such a resentment, this resentment simply changes the color of the sky, does it mean that your Majesty has made a hole in the sky?"
　　 The landscape of the mountains and seas that just awakened was peaceful, and the confusion at this time disappeared. It is true that facing this sword, it felt extremely tricky, and then Zhao Yu’s calm response sounded directly:
　　 "I don't need to poke the sky out of a hole, just cut off the entire kendo inheritance."
　　 As soon as these words came out, Shanhaitu Taiping fell into silence.
　　 In the soul space, the passage of time was slowed down to the limit, so after a long time, the sound of peace continued:
　　 "Your Majesty."
　　The immature two words of Taiping had just been uttered, and Zhao Yu’s Huanghuang emperor’s tone immediately sounded in the entire space:
　　 "You don't need to take action, I will do it myself. In this world, I have absolute confidence that no one can peel off my soul, even if the infinite resentment of the collapse of the entire kendo can't do it.
　　 "Because of me, the will is as hard as iron, because of me, the lord of Great Xia, because of me, I have long carried a kingdom!"
　　 The emperor Huanghuang's tone was over, the silver kingdom in the deepest part of Zhao Yuzhihai suddenly expanded outward, and the infinite and pure silver light swept in all directions, completely crushing the darkness in the soul-exiled space.
More importantly, under the unprecedented sharpness and pressure stimulation, in the mud in front of the ancient ruins crystal, the seed that had been dormant for more than half a year finally broke through the indestructible shackles and broke directly out of the soil in a blink of an eye. It turned into a peach blossom to bloom outward.
　　 This peach blossom is bright red, and its color is exactly the same as the cinnabar pattern of Zhao Yumeixin. It is the color of Tao!
　　 Breaking the soil, sprouting, blooming, all in one go.
　　 Peach blossoms are the realm of birth and death of palm edge!
In the next moment, among everyone's heart-wrenching gazes, the originally dark golden emperor robe was flying, and the young emperor, who was motionless despite the blood sword near his forehead, suddenly moved his ebony black eyes. Zhao Yu's right hand shot forward.
　　 Ancient taboo magical powers. Super shock waves.
　　 Ancient taboo magical powers. Inviolable.
Accompanied by a silver arc of light spreading backwards, and the vast and infinite repulsive force, this last sword that Murong He stabbed stopped at a place only an inch away from Zhao Yu's brow burning the flames of the avenue. .
　　 a few feet away, far away!
　　 This last sword flying fairy has not pierced into the flesh and blood in the end, which means that everything is about to settle.
After 　　, Zhao Yu felt that the entire world around him was torn away from the disguise, and he could easily move the string-like laws between heaven and earth with every move, and then he pointed to the front again.
　　 Ancient taboo magical powers. Rapid cooling.
On Murong and the body, countless frost emerged, and then spread in all directions, and in a blink of an eye, he was frozen with a sword, and then Zhao Yu held his right hand forward, an extremely strange staff from the void. Slowly emerged.
　　 Instead of calling it a staff, it is better to call his sickle more appropriate, because the top of him is a demon sheep's head, and the head of the sheep's head forms an ice-blue blade.
　　It is named evil, so it is called evil sickle!
　　 After that, Zhao Yu tightly grasped the sacred artifact that all the practitioners in the world had dreamed of, and walked slowly to Muronghe's side, looking ahead at Murong and the ordinary face, and fell into silence.
　　 After a breath, the young emperor waved his evil sickle and fell down.
　　 Under everyone's horrified eyes, the sickle turned into a blue arc, severing the completely frozen Fei Xian sword in Murong He's hand, which was also the last sword of Daxia Swordsmanship.
After 　　 clicked, the blood sword broke and fell, and at the same time a faint emperor sound penetrated the entire void:
　　 "Erco has a last word?"