One Man’s Power

Theater: Atlantic.

Island: 2005-2-xc-dxy.

Coordinates: north latitude n28°14′40.58″; west longitude w46°14′5.74″.

Altar number: xc-dxy-Gemini No. 2, the altar of the gods located on the north and south sides is about 20 kilometers away.

Normally, the two altars are relatively far away, and there are saints sitting there. The two gods of disasters corresponding to the two altars of gods have never met once in these years.

Today is an exception.

Li Xuekong, the God Slayer, came back to light, and the killing intent all over his body began to leak, disperse, and collapse. This was a golden opportunity for them.

You must know that if Li Xuekong, the god-slayer, and Tang Hong, the god-slayer, were both in their prime, one person might not be able to kill a disaster god, but if they work together to fight against two disaster gods, they will definitely find a chance. The god of disaster dragged out of the range of the altar, losing the deified effect, and the god of disaster in the heyday stage will undoubtedly die.

God Slayer!

God Killer!

If these two had the chance to fight side by side, it would be a nightmare for the gods.

And today.

Darkness covers the Atlantic Ocean.

The bright moon shines on the south coast of the island.

The sacred light lit up, and the altar erupted. The two different types of disaster gods seemed to be covered with a veil of holy moonlight. They merged together, leading a large number of regular gods and dangerous gods, and suddenly let out a roar of divine language.

They went to the south bank.

God Killer Tang Hong went up to meet him.

Li Xuekong, the God Slayer, was watching the battle from behind, smiling from ear to ear like a child.

...

The saint, the god of disaster, the former is stronger.

However, in every battle of gods, it is not a battle against monsters in online games, or a high level and strong strength, which means victory is inevitable.

There is no injury to the god's body, and death is considered when the god's body fades to a critical point. Various factors are not good for people, and it also leads to a blurred difference in strength when Chaofan fights against gods.

The saints seized the opportunity and took control of the battle, enough to kill a [God of Disaster] in its heyday.

Those who become saints will lose their minds and make major mistakes, and will be surrounded to death by several [regular gods].

In short.

The lower limit of gods is extremely high.

On the human side, in the supernatural system, the increase in combat power only means an increase in the upper limit, which can fight against the invasion of higher-level gods from different spaces, but the lower limit is always flesh and blood, which will be injured and bleed. Dancing on the edge of a cliff with no safety measures.

...

The various characteristics of the gods allow the gods to make mistakes, no matter how many mistakes they make.

Humans can't.

The Transcendent made a mistake, unfortunately, there is no chance to make up for it.

It is precisely because of this that all extraordinary and holy characters are human heroes whose combat power is no longer so important. Its will comes first, its fighting spirit, its thinking ability, and its keen sensory insight are the key.

Li Xuekong is one of the best.

If there is a biography, people will see that the second half of the old man's life is exactly the same, all of which are written by battles of gods, written by brief battle reports of victory or failure again and again, this long, boring and difficult story It's boring to watch. Compared with what Li Xuekong has experienced, I believe no one will like to watch it.

but……

Tiger's power is still there!

Li Xuekong is indeed old, and aging will return to aging, and the name of God Slayer still has a huge deterrent effect!

So they were very cautious, extremely careful, and tried thousands of meters away.

Even if Tang Hong went up to meet him.

Even if Li Xuekong stood in place and the terrifying aura of the God Slayer didn't disappear for a moment, they would not dare to approach.

...

Saints are rare, and disaster gods are equally rare. Except for disasters, each altar of gods that evolved successfully corresponds to a disaster god, which cannot be reproduced.

The God of Disaster did not dare to approach Li Xuekong's location.

But it can drive the normal gods and dangerous gods to kill Li Xuekong, the god-slayer.

"Roar!"

A regular god rushed towards Li Xuekong's position.

"Roar! Roar!"

More than a dozen regular gods at the deification stage, and four or five dangerous gods at the deification stage, aggressively killed the god-slayer Li Xuekong on the south coast of the island.

I saw Tang Hong taking a step back, like a majestic comet rising against common sense, rising into the night sky like endless light chasing darkness away. In this situation, the imprint between his eyebrows is comparable to that round of the moon, comparable to the sword of will in the heavenly realm. On the back, the left hand holds the ferocious and violent 'God Killer', and the right hand holds Zhan Yitao's 'Invincible', with his arms spread out, overlooking the south coast of the island.

The air around him twisted and churned.

The light around him began to rise and brighten.

"Happiness! Anger! Sadness! Fear!"

The fourth of the seven emotions, the outburst of emotions, Tang Hongru's emotional master pronounced the edict of becoming a saint, 3778% of willpower poured in like an avalanche of silence, and a deep, powerful, clear and indifferent magnetic voice echoed under the night.

Every word is sonorous and powerful, and the crystal white sand bursts!

Every word resounds across the south bank, and a huge wave of sound is born!

The first sentence: "When I am happy,"

Second sentence: "When I am angry,"

The third sentence: "When I mourn,"

Line 4: "When I am afraid,"

This is Tang Hong's sacred roar squeezed out from the depths of his throat: "When my emotions resonate, who will allow you to act rashly."

boom!

A regular god in the apotheosis stage fell.

Boom!

More than a dozen normal gods in the apotheosis stage fell down, and the remaining few dangerous gods in the apotheosis stage were either lying on the beach or kneeling on the beach. They seemed to have immeasurable momentum to suppress the gods present, and crushed a golden god. The body became bent, became twisted, and almost fell apart.

And Tang Hong hangs high in the night sky.

When he moved his eyes and looked down, the oppressive force suddenly increased.

The sound of crackling could not be stopped, and all the gods' bodies heard a crisp and loud sound of shattering, just like layers of transparent tempered glass shattered, shattered in one moment, and turned into powder in the next moment.

On the white sandy beach, the sea breeze blows and there is no sound.

Even the dangerous gods in the apotheosis stage fell.

On the surface of the god's body, there are dense cracks, and the gods are like porcelain dolls that have been beaten, squeezed, unable to move, and weak.

Swish!

Tang Hong's eyes shot out like lightning lasers.

Under the dark night, on the island, he was in mid-air, his clothes were all broken, and his aura had climbed to an unimaginable extreme level.

Swish!

Tang Hong tilted his head slightly, his eyes swept away, and a straight line was imprinted on the white sand... It seemed like a deep ravine separating the sky and the earth, and also like the dividing line of the Chu River, completely separating the gods from Li Xuekong.

God Slayer Li Xuekong is over there, by the sea.

Many gods are here, inside the line.

Tang Hong said lightly: "This line must not be crossed."

then.

Take a deep breath.

The location was 100 meters above the ground, and Tang Hong let out a loud roar when he finished breathing outside the range of the divine breath.

"Get back!!!"

Booming, echoing and shaking, suddenly there was a silent explosion of heavy emotional resonance, and the gods flew backwards without any struggle. Either the broken gods were flying in the air, or the bent and broken dim gods were flying in the white sky. The sand rolled away.

Clear and checkable.

With Tang Hong as the center, a circle of emotional resonance shock waves erupted instantly, like a tsunami with ups and downs.

Boom! Boom! In the apotheosis stage, the regular gods and the dangerous gods in the apotheosis stage were overthrown and retreated.

No god can come close to the line at this moment.

Tang Hong looked at the two disaster gods.

They also stared at Tang Hong, the power of the gods was locked, the magic was activated, the power and breath of the gods spread, and the golden and colorful lights flashed alternately.

"Buzz! Buzz!" The golden crown of the tree more than ten meters high swayed back and forth, and the roots of the god's body swayed, like a dragon and snake dancing wildly on an island in the Atlantic Ocean.

"Wow! Wow!" The Calamity God, about 20 meters high, glowed with colorful rotations, like a sacred rainbow across the dark sky, beautiful, dreamy and blurred, and the God's words of infinite temptation whispered in the air. There was a soft ringing in the ear.

"war!"

With a movement of Tang Hong's body, he traversed the night sky and tore through the sea breeze!

The flesh and blood seemed to be launched from a rocket, and the electric light flew nearly 300 meters, and the two sides collided together! !

Scoff!

The five-colored rainbow flicked in the air, and the terrifying blows of divine power and divine breath and divine body blasted the sea breeze, and chopped it down towards Tang Hong's hooded head.

Tang Hong changed direction suddenly, changing nine times in a row, dodging this blow.

At the same time, there was a golden canopy casting magic spells, which happened to be on the other side. The coordination was so ingenious that Tang Hong was not given a chance to breathe, let alone dodge, and the divine body of the sky was finally gathered.

Tang Hong closed his eyes.

But I still feel the golden light gathering from all directions.

The whole person was immersed in the sacred light, and the squeezing force generated by the unimaginable contraction of space made the muscles and bones all over the body crack, the blood flowed backwards, and the beating of the heart stopped. Tang Hong split and fused the two beliefs.

The belief above the top grade: Demon Lord!

Ding!

A little light of the sword rose, and an infinite amount of light of the sword rose, and Tang Hong broke through the blockade of the god body.

"It can't be killed."

"The disaster gods cannot be killed in the deification stage, unless they are dragged out of the range of the altar." Thoughts flashed in Tang Hong's mind.

In the blink of an eye, his thoughts surged wildly, and he slashed forward with the saber, magic flames engulfed his body, and extreme belief forged extreme lethality.

boom! !

One person fights alone against the disaster gods in the two stages of apotheosis!

This is already above the peak to become a saint, second only to the combat power of a genius to become a saint. Even Li Xuekong, the god-slayer, was shocked when he watched from afar.

His face became more kind, kind, and stiff.

...

An hour passed.

On the white sandy beach, countless gods fell down, there were regular gods wailing in which the gods shattered into light spots, and there were dangerous roars in which the gods shattered and turned into several sections, while Tang Hong's blood-stained figure was still standing.

The tip of the knife pointed directly at the two gods of disaster.

but.

Their divine bodies have only faded by about one-tenth.

...

For two hours, three hours, the island beach made of white gravel was clean and tidy yesterday, but now it is stained with blood, and there is unbearable black blood of the godslayer everywhere.

If it weren't for Tang Hong's possession of the elements of becoming a saint, supporting the beating heart to continuously supply blood, he might have lost blood and died.

The white sand beach is full of potholes.

There are traces of explosions, traces of huge impact, and traces of friction from falling on the beach and rolling. It was originally a beautiful beach with blue sky and white clouds.

The south coast of the Atlantic island is like a purgatory on earth, like a terrifying battlefield that has experienced bloody killings.

look around.

Nothing is perfect.

Tang Hong held his breath, stood up again, and let out a scream of incomparable faith.

...

The two disaster gods receded during the deification stage.

They realized that Li Xuekong, the god-slayer, had finally reached the end of his lifespan, so they stopped probing and prepared to summon all the gods inside the altar to launch a crazy attack.

And this also gave Tang Hong a chance to breathe.

"Whew, wheeze."

He almost fell to his knees, propped up with both hands, drops of blood fell down.

"my face."

Tang Hong touched his face, it was completely ruined, the left eye was pierced by the root of the god's body, and the eyeball was shattered, otherwise he would have picked up the eyeball and put it back.

"Tsk tsk."

"The right hand and left leg are all gone... It seems that this time I will use Type 19 extraordinary equipment again. Before the treatment, I may be able to obtain an internationally recognized disability certificate." Tang Hong sat cross-legged on the bloody beach with a blank expression.

He looked at the big hole in his abdomen, slowly tied up his intestines, tied a bow, stuffed them back, and wiped them on his clothes.

The injury was serious.

Tang Hong didn't care, and he used his extraordinary power to quickly control all injuries.

"How many heads died this time."

"Let me count."

Tang Hong stood up staggeringly, and glanced at the large number of dead gods around him. At his feet, there were all kinds of skeletons emitting dim golden light.

All kinds of gods turned into gods.

There are golden lights everywhere on the dark beach.

Like treasures, everywhere, dead gods still exude holy temptation.

As for the total number of heads... Even Tang Hong's sharp mind can't count. When most of the gods faded to the critical point, they would either be blown up with one punch, or if they fell down with one foot, they would all be crushed and smashed to the ground. number.

Simply turned around.

Tang Hong looked at Li Xuekong, the God Slayer on the shore of the island.

...

On the coast, Li Xuekong stood like a pine tree, watching Tang Hong strode over from the area full of divine bones, covered in blood all over his body.

It was extremely dark.

The sea is still the same, the tide ebbs and flows, and the never-ending waves beat the reef.

Tang Hong tried it, and now he is 100 meters away from Li Xuekong, and the state of being alone is still there.

This proved that Li Xuekong had completely lost his fighting power.

"I'm home."

Li Xuekong's tone was relaxed, and there was an unconcealable smile on the corner of his mouth.

Tang Hong walked to his side and nodded: "Let's go after watching the sunrise."

In less than half an hour, it was the sunrise time of this island. Tang Hong knew it after he had been in town for more than a month, not to mention that Li Xuekong had been in town for many years, and he didn't need a dawn and sunrise timer at all.

Both of them knew in their hearts when the sun would rise.

"I'll help you."

Tang Hong wanted to support Li Xuekong to sit down, on the south bank of the island, on the rock next to him.

"No need, let me stand." Li Xuekong looked at Tang Hong with a smile, refused softly, and turned around bit by bit.

He looked at the sea, at the sea level, even though the direction of the sunrise was not here.

He straightened up, standing as straight as a mountain, no longer bent over and coughing in the last moment, his abnormally pale face returned to rosy, and his black hair quietly turned to snow white.

Li Xuekong's body is like a rusty retired machine.

The five elements of becoming a saint, the willpower above the fourth limit, the first belief, and the boundless fighting spirit are all useless at this time.

Tang Hong bowed his head in respect.

Li Xuekong didn't turn his head, he didn't have the strength to turn his head, and said word by word: "Tang Hong, remember to raise your head and never lower your head... You know, when a country and even human beings need a hero to continue, it proves that we have entered the countdown to extinction .”

Tang Hong smiled, raised his head, and opened his right eye wide.

Li Xuekong took a deep breath and let it out slowly. This was the last time he held his breath during the time of the Southern Conquest and the Northern War in his brilliant life.

...

Li Xuekong: "Tang Hong, it's amazing. I believe that the God Slayer will be stronger and more powerful than the God Slayer in the future, but it's a pity that I can't see it."

Tang Hong: "I have surpassed you."

Li Xuekong laughed, he almost forgot that the bloody battle just now was the best interpretation.

People are old and their memory is too bad.

He saw the night dissipate, the bright moon fade, and the vast sky was brightened.

He saw the seagulls flying, the waves rising one after another, and the surface of the sea seemed to be dotted with a little bit of sparkling sunlight.

He saw Tang Hong's face, bloody and bloody, only a pair of black and white pupils seemed to be in full bloom with brilliant summer flowers and a heroic fighting spirit.

From now on, there will be no god-slayers in the world.

Only Godslayers.

"I'm old, I can't do it, are you willing to take on this private commission, kill all the gods in the world, and inherit the legacy of the God of Slaughter... You will be very tired, you will stand at the highest point of human beings, and you will see the crueler truth ...But no matter what, we are the same kind of people, born and died for the battle of the gods, Tang Hong, would you agree?"

"I'll do better than you."

...

Li Xuekong: "I am very scared, ashamed, and don't want to die at the end of May... I really want to fight side by side with you, to face the real gods... After the summer is over, I will go back to my hometown and walk on the side of the road in the clear autumn. On the street where the maple leaves are also red, light a cigarette at last."

Tang Hong silently handed over a Zhonghua cigarette.

Li Xuekong didn't answer, his eyes gradually froze, and his arms hung down on his sides.

Compared with swallowing clouds,

He wants to hold his breath more, and he likes to hold his breath. The last moment of his life is to hold his breath: "Since the birth of the extraordinary, we have been holding our breath to fight."

"So many years."

"I'm tired, hold my breath for the last time, forgive me for not being able to fight anymore."

Li Xuekong's never-forgotten dream is to sacrifice himself before the gods after a fierce fight. Instead of dragging an aging body, going to the battlefield to die in vain.

Dreams are dreams after all.

Cruel reality shatters dreams.

...

"This summer, I'm not here, you have to work hard."

"We must win."

"Hook."

The old man exhausted his strength, turned around slowly, and stretched out his crooked little finger.

Tang Hong gently pulled the hook.

"Go to sleep."

"Sleep well." Tang Hong said: "I will hold the maple leaves in autumn and snowflakes in winter in our hometown, and take some time to visit you."

Li Xuekong looked at Tang Hong.

The killing intent disappeared, the breath disappeared, and the beating light in the eyes also disappeared.

The old generation of god-slayers who have lost their vitality hooked up with the young god-slayers, a child-like agreement, and the silent picture of thousands of words freezes this moment.

I don't know how long it has been.

sunrise.

The fiery sun jumped out of the sea level in an instant, exuding infinite light and heat, shining on Li Xuekong's frozen and kind face.

"Today's sunrise."

"You didn't see it."

Tang Hong raised his head, weeping silently, and the emotional resonance could not wake up the old man.

so far.

Li Xuekong, the first person in history to become a saint and the owner of the belief of slaughtering gods in the top-rank sequence, died of old age.

...

In the countdown to midsummer, on the fourth day and the seventh day, Godslayer Tang Hong fought fiercely against two gods of disaster at the deification stage, hundreds of dangerous gods at the deification stage, and more than 300 normal gods at the deification stage.

Tang Hong was silent for two months.

Once broke out.

...

The countdown to midsummer, on the fourth day, in the history of mankind today, since the birth of a transcendent, Li Xuekong, the first saint to open up the path of the resonance of the seven emotions, the god-slayer, Li Xuekong, passed away.

In this life, he fought south and north and fought hard. He has done his best.

This is the day I die.

...

The countdown to midsummer, on the third day, Sikong Wuyi, who became a saint, and Tang Hong, a godslayer, joined forces to drag the god of disaster from the apotheosis stage on the 2005-2-xc-dxy island, xc-dxy- Gemini No. 2 South Altar range, cooperate with warships, and kill them at sea.

Another empty altar of God!

Mercury can take the place of the saints to sit in town!

"Tang Hong."

Sikong Wuyi said in a deep voice: "When will Li Xuekong's last words be announced to the extraordinary world, I'm afraid some people won't be able to withstand such a huge blow."

Tang Hong raised his head and looked at the sunlight. There was a sharp flash of light in his eyes, but he never spoke.

Sikong Wuyi was silent for a while: "When are you going to return to China?"

Tang Hong: "Tomorrow."

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