Clash Of The Sword Titans

In the entire hall of the gods, there was only a heavy breathing echoing in an instant.

After a brief shock, they finally realized what the Pope Shenhua was talking about.

It turns out that Pope Shenhua insisted on destroying the world, not because he held a deep hatred for the world, nor did he want to be a domineering one and turn Zhenwu Domain into the back garden of the gods.

On the contrary, he just chose the latter between ordinary human race and human warrior.

If he is telling the truth...

Everyone couldn't help feeling a bit of resentment, even anger.

Why the warrior must be harvested at the moment when the world consciousness awakens, and why the warrior must die for those ordinary human races?

"You are not reconciled, are you?" Hearing the rapid and depressed breathing, Pope Shenhua made a faint arc of indifference at the corners of his mouth. "We warriors have the aura of heaven and earth. Embarking on the path of evolution is a better, higher life!"

"But in the end we have to die for those foolish human races, and use our lives to fulfill their future."

"It's just because...the ordinary human races are more lives. Although there are many warriors, they are still a few. They are the part that can be sacrificed!"

"Tell me, are you willing to accept such a ridiculous reason?"

The voice of Pope Shenhua became deeper and deeper, echoing throughout the hall.

After a brief silence, a divine envoy raised his head, his tone was not angry, only peace was left: "I don't want to accept this result."

Hearing these words, Pope Shenhua's gaze fell on him, showing an expression of approval, motioning him to continue speaking.

The divine envoy stood up straight, looked around, and said every word: "I don't want to accept, why do we warriors have to die? The Pope is right, warriors are on the path of evolution, we are obviously more Higher beings have to die for a group of ignorant mortals. Why is this?"

The breathing around me is getting louder and thicker.

The eyes of some believers have become extremely scarlet.

They all began to think about this issue.

Does the minority have to sacrifice for the majority?

They are obviously more powerful beings, and any martial artist in the Qi Aperture Realm can deal with dozens or even hundreds of mortals.Among all the people present, the weakest is the Immortal Realm, and there are more than a dozen masters!

Indestructible warriors exploded with true energy, and could slaughter a mortal city at will, killing hundreds of thousands of ordinary human races.And the great master can destroy countless mortal kingdoms. For those mortals, the master-level warrior is a god!

But now, the gods are going to die for mortals. Isn't this the most absurd and ridiculous thing in the world?

"Angry? Unwilling?"

The divine envoy continued: "Since we don't want to die, we naturally have to die for those mortals!"

"Natural selection of things, the strong eating of the weak, this is the core law of all living beings and all civilizations! Even if the number of those weak mortals is huge, they are not worthy of comparison with our lives!"

Having said that, his voice stopped abruptly, facing Pope Shenhua, slowly kneeling down, and said in a deep voice: "Please also ask the Pope to save me!"

His words seemed to awaken everyone.

A grandmaster closest to him also suddenly reacted and knelt down to Pope Shenhua, "My Master, please save me and wait!"

One, two, three...

More and more sober envoys and believers did not hesitate to kneel to Pope Shenhua, chanting the same words.

Until there was no one standing in the whole hall except Pope Shenhua, Pope Shenhua squinted his eyes, watching the battle on the water mirror, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, we will be the supreme beings of the new era. Just kill Those damn mortals..."

'World consciousness will be in my bag.'

With these last words, Pope Shenhua just murmured in his heart, the expression on his face was still gentle, but because of the different angles, half of his face was hidden in the shadows.

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boom!

In the depths of the void, a shocking explosion sounded again, and when a large amount of flames were extinguished, Lu Li's body also turned from energy to entity again.

'No, Unfinished Sword cannot be controlled like this...'

Looking at the constantly buzzing Canglang Sword, this thought flashed through Lu Li's mind, knowing that his failure just now should be his own thinking.

Although the Unfinished Sword lacks the drive of high-level energy, it cannot be condensed into an effective sword move simply by using high-level energy to control it, and its lethality is only a little stronger than pure energy attacks.

After failing at least ten times, Canglang Sword also expressed dissatisfaction, and the sword spirit in it seemed to convey thoughts of contempt.

"Don't worry, after all, this is the most powerful sword skill of the Sword Master. If I can crack it casually, then there is a ghost."

While Lu Li was speechless, he hurried to appease this unique artifact, the buzzing of Canglangjian calmed down, and then he conveyed a memory to Lu Li.

"Ok?"

Lu Li looked at it suspiciously, and was about to take a closer look at what was recorded in this memory, but Luo Chunqiu had already chased him up. Lu Li had no choice but to give up this idea temporarily and turned around to continue running away.

However, he was not completely passively beaten. In the process of fleeing, various exquisite swords were continuously displayed, including one hundred and eight thousand swords, and every breath was like a locust-like sword shadow flying around, shuttled in indestructible. Within the fire of divine power, there are ideas of mutual consumption.

Fortunately, the constant characteristics of the power of destiny gave him the confidence to fight attrition.On Luo Chunqiu’s side, even though it is more and more courageous in the war, the Celestial Reproduction Costume itself is also a constant high-level existence, but Luo Chunqiu himself is only a top master, he will be tired and impatient, even as the Celestial Reproduction Costume erodes him Deeper and deeper, he will still fear and shrink back.

"My tolerance for you is almost reaching the limit, Lu Li."

The fire of controlling the divine power formed a giant hand that smashed the one hundred and eight thousand swords that Lu Li struck again. Luo Chunqiu looked at the sword marks on his chest, his voice full of anger.

The deity's cloak gave him resistance that would not be corroded by the power of destiny, but the resistance itself was not invincible. The more times he was attacked by the power of destiny, the slower the restoration of the deity's cloak.The damage caused by this high-level energy is not infinite. Luo Chunqiu can obviously feel that the gods are increasingly dissatisfied with him, and even increase the speed of extracting his own flesh and blood energy.

The remnants of the ancient gods, the power of the sea gods, and his ninety-percent transformed body of the gods can create a complete celestial costume.It is like an insatiable monster, eager to fight, but also eager to kill and blood.

If it can't use the enemy's blood to please it, it will naturally turn its head to absorb its own flesh and blood energy.

'Can't drag on like this any longer.'

With a bit of anger, Luo Chunqiu's scarlet eyes locked on Lu Li who was flying in front of him, and the fleshy wings on his back gradually turned into broken flesh and blood, returning to the control of the Celestial Cultivation Costume.Immediately afterwards, he opened his five fingers, and that part of the flesh and blood flowed into his palm, condensing into a strangely shaped giant bow.

Holding the giant bow in his left hand, Luo Chunqiu's right hand bends, black blood flowing from his fingertips, flowing towards the giant bow, turning into a feather arrow that exudes ominous and deadly breath.

'What it is?'

The moment the bow and arrow were formed, Lu Li felt like a glow on his back, and he looked back, feeling uncertain.

Although Luo Chunqiu didn't pull away the bow and arrow, but just locked himself, Lu Li felt the death attack, and there was an illusion of nowhere to escape.

He was very sure that this should be one of Luo Chunqiu's killers at the bottom of the box.

"Lu Li, you are lucky to die under my Heavenly Sacred Artifact."

Luo Chunqiu said coldly, grabbing the tail of the arrow, and slowly pulling the bowstring away.

This movement was very slow, but at the same time as the bowstring was pulling, the void near the huge bow suddenly showed ripples of broken water, as if it could not bear its existence.

'Even the method of pressing the bottom of the box is used, it seems that you are really eager to tell the winner?'

Lu Li licked the corner of his lips, not in a hurry, but began to look at the memory that Canglang Sword had passed to him.