Age of Heroes, ten consecutive guarantees

Let's shift our perspective back to the sanctuary...

Is there really such an unstoppable edge in this world?

If it wasn't there before, it is now.

If it had ever happened before, then it would also be defeated by this slash that rendered the world into pure white.

Folding sword style.

What kind of talent can create this sword move.

For a swordsman, if the sword is broken, the person dies; if the sword is broken, the soul is scattered.

If the sword cannot kill the enemy, it will lose its sharpness; if it is worn, it will lose its sharpness.

But at the moment when the sword broke, the peerless edge it burst out was far stronger than the aura of defeat, as if the closer to death, the more powerful the sword's will was.

A tragic crack started from where Bai Yu had landed and tore out a bottomless crack. This crack spread along the central axis and reached the feet of the Roman emperor, pushing him all the way to the Holy Land. The very back of the domain palace.

If the sanctuary was like an egg shell, then it would have been cut in half with a knife.

Not just in the holy realm, the sword energy soared straight into the sky.

Late at night, the clouds within a hundred miles of the city of Rome were dispersed by the sword energy. A sudden burst of light illuminated the Roman city for a moment. The stars and the moon were bright, but they were also covered by the frost in the sky. The sword energy was dispersed. The clouds were gone, but countless water vapor condensed and turned into pieces of white snow falling.

Heavy snow covers the city of Rome.

The entire top floor of the Imperial City Palace was lifted open, as if Tian Ling Gai's head was cut off, exposing the tragic battlefield.

The sanctuary cannot be maintained either.

The Roman emperor fell to the ground in embarrassment for the first time. He leaned against a broken column with his back. His luxurious clothes were stained with blood, and bright red blood dripped from the hideous wound on his neck.

A layer of white frost condensed on the wound, a chill spread, and his throat was almost sealed with a sword.

If his head was really cut off, even the emperor would definitely not survive.

If he really dies in Bai Yu's hands, he will become the first saint to die in the hands of the fourth level in the history of human civilization.

The folding sword style has unleashed a combat power far beyond his level, not only destroying the sanctuary, but even cutting off the star beast's clone.

The emperor was by no means defenseless, but used all his strength to defend himself.

Still almost beheaded with a sword!

If it were an ordinary canonization, without the power of killing gods and the protection of the star beast clone, it would be expected that everyone would be dead at this time.

Bai Yu is only one step away from epic achievement.

This may seem like a slight difference, but it is also the result of fate.

The broken Frost Sky Sword in his hand turned into light spots and dissipated. The broken concrete object of the Heroic Spirit's Principle could no longer maintain its original power.

The sword-folding style... is indeed incredibly powerful, but the price is the destruction of the sword.

If you kill a thousand enemies, you will suffer a thousand losses.

It is equivalent to concentrating all the original power and releasing it in an instant.

To put it in simple terms, its damage multiplier may have reached a terrifying value of 10,000%, not counting the additional bonus.

Even if the female evil spirit who created the folding sword style used this move, it would have side effects on herself. This is why she did not continue to attack in the dragon vein world.

Originally, Bai Yu himself should have suffered backlash, but he used the Heroic Spirit Card. The power was borrowed out of thin air and did not belong to him. It would dissipate automatically after use. Naturally, there were no so-called side effects.

Although there are no side effects, just the fact that Shuangtian is broken already means that his enhanced state is over.

The stage of summoning the heroic spirits was over, and Bai Yu's combat effectiveness dropped directly back to the fourth level. The confidence and courage that he could kill and canonize with a single sword no longer existed.

It's like an author who has used up all his manuscripts. When he saw the deadline, he was sweating profusely.

Fortunately, Lao Deng is not feeling well either.

He lost a star beast clone, and his god-killing power was also greatly depleted. The black-red energy and fire-like power wrapped around his body became much dimmer, and the sword mark on his neck was even more ferocious, and it was already damaged even if he thought about it. Airway and vocal tract.

If the opponent wants to continue to attack, Bai Yu can only retreat and then pull.

Without the suppression of the Holy Domain, he can't contain himself. I'm just a nimble dog in the mountains!

Then he saw the emperor stand up on his knees.

Sure enough, although he was injured, he was not seriously injured.

Bai Yu concentrated.

He silently held the Lion Heart Spear and blinked.

In the short period of time he closed and opened his eyes, before he fully opened his eyes, the five-fingered black sword that ignited the god-killing power had already struck down.

It's better to say smashing than splitting.

This force was too heavy. Bai Yu raised the Lion Heart Spear to defend himself. At the moment when the weapons clashed, the Lion Heart Spear had already bent to an eye-stimulating arc. The terrifying force directly shook the already crumbling palace under his feet to pieces and collapsed.

In the collapsed building, Bai Yu retreated all the way.

He thought that by losing the sanctuary, he would have room to push, but this was an overestimation.

The opponent is still an out-and-out saint, a monster with the god-killing power of four star beasts.

Without the protection of Shuangtian and the guardian spirit, with just one move, his hands became numb and his mouth cracked.

At the same time as he hit it, the space rippled and vibrated, directly blocking Bai Yu's original escape route.

An invisible gravity pulled him towards the opponent's attack, and he couldn't avoid it at all. If he didn't have enough knowledge and understanding of space fluctuations to miss the trajectory of the frontal attack, he would have had no choice but to bite the bullet and go all out. If you take this blow, I'm afraid the result won't be any better than the palace.

There was no time to breathe, and the second attack followed.

Then came the third blow.

The battlefield stretched rapidly, and soon they flew out of the Roman Palace.

There is a fierce battle line in the palace. It is like a brush dipped in ink. Point and draw on the map. All the buildings on this dark route were flattened, leaving only a deep line. of ravines.

By the eighth move, Bai Yu's back had hit the city wall, his white clothes turned into blood clothes, and his body was covered with scars.

If he could see his health bar, he would probably have reached the critical 30% health level at this time.

Sure enough, without external help, facing the full firepower of Feng Sheng, he couldn't survive even ten moves.

Defeat is decided.

Bai Yu looked at the five-fingered black sword that had already stabbed him between the eyebrows, thinking that he could probably sustain one more move.

Before he stood up, a hand passed over his shoulder, and a hand stretched out from the collapsed city wall behind him. The hand was covered with a golden arm armor. It was obviously an old antique, and the coating was mottled. There are rust stains and residual blood stains.

This hand grabbed the five-finger black sword so easily.

This old metal gauntlet seems to have some kind of wonderful restraint on the power of the God-killing Spear Soldier. The burning black-red flames, which even the frost and sky cannot cut off, are blocked under this hand and then torn off. , extinguish.

The five-fingered black sword hovered in front of Bai Yu. He felt another hand pressing on his shoulder. There was a soft warmth approaching behind him, with a scent that he was very familiar with. He felt as if there was something there. Rubbing the side of his face.

After tilting his gaze, he caught a glimpse of a small white snake.

He knew who it was.

"You're back," he said.

"I'm back," she said.

Elysee walked out of the space portal, hugged his shoulders from behind, cheek to cheek, looking straight ahead, alert to danger, but every snake hair was tightly wrapped around the young man's head, constantly Rubbing it, like a little girl reluctant to throw away the matches.

This temperature made her greedy and made her feel at ease.

Soon, Elysee let go of her hand.

She wanted to reminisce about the past and hug him, but there were more important things at the moment.

She looked straight ahead.

It was the Roman emperor.

Also her father.

It is the enemy she must kill.

"Elise, he..."

Bai Yu opened his mouth to persuade her, but he actually didn't want to leave this matter to Elise, as it would be too cruel to her.

"It doesn't matter. I've heard everything from her about the cause and effect."

Elise stood up, her voice light and distant.

"Don't worry."

"I have already made up my mind."

Elise's right hand reached out into the dark hole behind her, grasped something, and pulled it out.

That's a knife.

A rather primitive long knife, nearly two meters long, more than the height of an adult. The blade is not wide, and there are primitive inscriptions engraved in the weight-reducing groove. There is no tandem or handle, only a spacious blade, and it is not even for people to hold. There was no place to hold it, so Elysee put on the gauntlet and then held the long knife with only a blade.

Bai Yu didn't know what she had experienced.

But as the editor of destiny, he could clearly feel that there was some kind of magnificent power in Elysee.

That power already existed, it was just given to her in some way.

This is her fate.

Bai Yu traveled through five hundred years, but he could only watch helplessly as a spectator.

At this time, he is not the weaver, but the spectator. He cannot intervene and can only watch.

His attempt to change history failed to work. All steps had been accurately calculated and arranged.

Before Elysee completes her mission, she will not die. The torrent of fate will carry her here, to this final battlefield.

The God of History is the greatest playwright in the world. It writes destiny in various forms, giving opportunities to ambitious people, allowing the Avengers to avenge their shame, and also bestowing upon them the inevitable encounters in their lives. The overpowering person.

At this time, she was the only one who could defeat the God-killing vanguard, as if she had come here just to complete this mission.

even……

She was born to fulfill her destiny's script!

She was destined to get to this point.

Regicide.

Patricide.

From the moment she walked out of the snowfield as a child, she was destined to embark on this path of no return.

She will spend her whole life pursuing the truth and completing revenge.

The mission of life has long been anchored by fate, and the ending of patricide and regicide has long been written, and it will come to an end tonight.

And Elyse also accepted this fate, swallowing it along with its gifts and bitter pills, mixed with blood and tears.

She said it.

——I have already realized it.