Douluo: Thousands of Templates Tang Chen

"This is... the final blow!"

The blood-colored light on the epee surged like a wave, resonating with the light radiating from the holy emperor's body, like a layer of blood-colored armor, gleaming with blood under the firelight in the sky.

Under the threat of Ma Hongjun, the **** of the phoenix, the power of the holy emperor has never been concentrated, and it is concentrated on the Shura Demon Sword in his hand. From a distance, she, with a scarlet light shining on her body, was like a **** streamer. Compared with the golden red flames in the sky, she was so out of place.

At this moment, the Saint Emperor's body is no longer just soul power at work. Passed the eighth test of the Asura God Inheritance, the accumulated Asura divine power and Asura bloodline were all burned at this moment, in exchange for the unimaginable power of the Douluo mainland spirit masters!

"This is……"

Seeing the Saint Emperor's burnt-out form, Ma Hongjun couldn't help being a little surprised. He was originally relaxed and comfortable, but now his face is full of Shen Ning. He couldn't think of it anyway, just a demigod-level spirit master could actually use such a move.

This kind of power, even he hadn't seen it with his own eyes. Only in those legends, did he hear the traces of this trick.

In the war between gods and beasts countless tens of thousands of years ago, in the final collision with the dragon god, the **** Shura used such a move.

The body and the sword are one, the soul is one! This sword poured out all the divine power of the Asura God at the Divine King level, and even his origin, and even the Asura bloodline, was burning, and finally caused this sharp blow.

The Dragon God, who faced the five powerful **** kings, had a hard and unmatched body under this Shura blood sword, just like made of tofu, without the slightest hindrance, and was easily divided into two.

If it was just a physical trauma, then such an attack would only be a minor injury to the Dragon God who has the power to create the world. But such a blow not only divides his body, but even his rules, his consciousness, and even his soul!

The mighty dragon **** can be said to be immortal, but even so, it is still no match for this strongest blow, and even with the soul rules, it is divided into two parts, becoming the two dragon kings of the dragon race, gold and silver.

Although their strength is still higher than that of ordinary **** kings, they are far from the desperate sense of oppression of the dragon god. Therefore, after the Golden Dragon King was sealed and the Silver Dragon King disappeared, the God Realm once again restored peace. And Shura's brilliant blow in this war has been passed down forever along with the inheritance of the God Realm.

but……

"The Shura Blood Sword, the core inheritance of the Shura God, I really didn't expect you to use it... However, do you think that with your demigod level cultivation base, you can beat me?!"

The outstretched palm slowly retracted, and Ma Hongjun slowly lowered his head. In the pair of eyes lingering in the golden red flames, countless crimson mists floated out, dragging two scarlet traces.

"Boom!"

Behind him, the huge fire phoenix gave a long cry, and while dancing, the huge body also shrank suddenly, gradually turning into a dark red phoenix with a wingspan of hundreds of feet.

The more terrifying heat poured down, Ma Hongjun floated indifferently in the air, looking at the Saint Emperor below, and slowly said: "Then, let me see, your Asura Blood Sword has mastered a bit of the essence! "

"Heh, then... watch it!"

Struggling to raise his head, the monstrous mask on the holy emperor's face was full of cracks at some point. In the forehead part of the mask, among the countless wide gaps, the magical red light radiated.

The field of Killing God that was released suddenly shrank, and it was poured into the Shura Demon Sword. On the broad sword of Demon Sword, countless dark red runes also lit up, echoing the runes on the forehead of the holy emperor, and the increasingly sharp and terrifying aura slowly surging out.

Seeing that the battle is about to usher in a climax, whether it is Shrek, the Holy Spirit Cultivation people below, or the various forces that have been paying attention here, or Bai Chenxiang, who is under the protection of Ma Hongjun, can't help but hold his breath.

In the next instant, in everyone's eyes, time seemed to stand still for an instant, and then, the Holy Emperor had disappeared from their sight, leaving only a scarlet sword mark in their afterglow.

The suddenly missing figure distorted their eyes for a moment, and when they came back to their senses and set their gazes into the sky again, the battle was over.

The sky like a sea of ​​fire, like bread covered with strawberry jam, was divided into two by a sharp knife. The fire phoenix, which was still exuding infinite coercion, fluttered and screamed in the air, had solidified at this moment, and when everyone looked at it, it suddenly exploded and disrupted the sky. Two flares.

The scarlet slowed down from bottom to top, tearing the space apart, contaminating the essence of the void with its own color. At the highest point of the sky, at the top of the red streamer, the holy emperor holding the red epee had already arrived in front of Ma Hongjun, and the heavy blade had already chopped down.

"Pattern—"

The golden-red blood dripped from the sky, and after smashed into the ground with a pothole with flames, it turned into a mist and slowly dissipated. Ma Hongjun's golden red eyes moved down, and the indifference and sophistication in it had also disappeared, replaced by admiration and regret.

"Ahem..."

After a dry cough, he slowly wiped off the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. Ma Hongjun looked at the solidified Saint Emperor, shook his head, and said, "It's a pity, even if you are only a third-level god...no, even if it's just one. Famous priest, you won't be so embarrassed if you have the power."

"It's a pity, I won this time."

Seeing the saint emperor whose demon and evil aura quickly weakened, Ma Hongjun groaned for a while, still stretched out his palm and grabbed her mask. But what made him unimaginable was that when his palm was halfway out, the dead eyes under the Saint Emperor's mask suddenly came back to life.

The cracked mask turned into smoke and dust, falling off the face of the emperor. With the shedding of the mask, the terrifying murderous aura became pure and incomparable and even climbed up by geometric multiples.

The long red hair faded away from the strangeness and turned into plain black, and the blood in his eyes faded quietly, leaving only plain black pupils that seemed to see through everything.

Suddenly holding Ma Hongjun's palm, the handsome face under the Saint Emperor's mask slowly revealed an unruly smile.

"The battle is over? No, it's just started now!"