If You Keep Blowing It Up, I'll Be Truly Invincible Chapter 417

“It seems that a battle is inevitable after all!”

The saint of the human race looked at the ancient saint with the head of an animal and the body of a beast, and sighed quietly, with endless emotion in his tone.

 His body was very thin and he opened his mouth to take a breath.

In just an instant, spiritual energy from hundreds of miles around came swarming into his mouth.

His white hair moved in the wind, and his aura began to rise steadily, like a volcano about to erupt, stirring up the wind and clouds in all directions.

Under the loose robe, the withered body seemed to have been lifted from some seal, and the sound of roaring mountains and tsunami came out.

That was his essence and blood flowing, like thunder, extremely shocking.

Unless it was a helpless move, the old man would not want to fight this ancient sage.

His current condition is not very good. He has reached his twilight years and is far from his peak.

 But the opponent has an ancient saint blocking the way. If he doesn't show his trump card, I'm afraid today's matter will not be resolved easily.

 “Senior…”

　　When the powerful human race saw this scene, they exclaimed.

 They are not fools, they can feel the state of this human saint.

after all.

The other party is too old. Although he is a strong man in the saint realm, he doesn't care about appearance at all.

But there are not many people who are as old as the human saint in front of him, with a haggard shape, a stooped body, and gray hair.

“Since you want to die, I will give you a ride!”

When the ancient saint with the head of a beast saw this scene, he sneered and said with disdain.

 Hum…

 As his words fell.

He gently raised one hand and pointed it slightly towards the void.

 In an instant.

 A silver spear shattered the void and appeared from the void.

It was entwined with countless divine radiances, and various rays of light were intertwined. The moment it appeared, it was held in the hands of the ancient sage with the head of an animal and the body of a human body.

 Follow.

 The wings behind him shook slightly and turned into streaks of thunder.

 In just an instant, he was killed in front of the human saint.

“On the road to Huangquan, don't forget my name.”

 “My name is Cang Yu!”

 The cold and cruel voice resounded throughout the world.

 Follow.

The tip of his spear shattered the void, and a loud rumbling sound resounded throughout the heaven and earth, and it was unknown how many thousands of miles it spread.

 The entire front of the silver spear completely collapsed, chaos appeared, and it seemed that a small world was being forcibly split out of the world.

This is an incomparably powerful offensive magical power, its power is so sharp that it seems to be able to open the sky with one blow.

 The beast-headed saint knew that the opponent's condition was not good.

 Hence, he wants to defeat the opponent with supreme strength.

 In this way, he can crush the beliefs of all the humans present.

Above the entire Kun City, the formation flashed, isolating this kind of energy.

Even so.

 The supreme power still penetrated into the formation and spread to the city.

Some beings with relatively low cultivation levels turned into a ball of blood mist in just the blink of an eye, without even having time to scream.

 Although other human cultivators are in better condition, they are not much better.

 They all looked pale, and some had traces of blood hanging from the corners of their mouths.

This is just a ray of energy from the opponent's offensive magical power. If there is no formation to block it, I am afraid that the entire ancient Kun City will probably be devoid of humans and animals.

 The saint from the human race was speechless. He did not panic when faced with the attack from the ancient saint with the head of a beast and a human body.

 His hands moved gently.

Beside him, time seemed to stand still, only his white hair was flying, and his eyes were determined, tracing the path of the road.

 Boom!

 Heaven and earth collapsed.

A golden long sword appeared behind the old man. It was covered with various mysterious patterns. It was vivid and huge, filling the void.

The power of various laws are intertwined on the sword body, which seems to be able to suppress the heaven and earth, and no one can stop it. "this…"

“Is this the legendary holy golden sword?”

 A well-informed human monk exclaimed in surprise.

They may not know the name of the human saint above.

after all.

The other party's appearance is too old, and it is difficult to guess the other party's identity from his appearance.

 But the moment this golden sword appeared, many human monks reacted immediately.

after all.

 This is a holy weapon!

 The master may grow old and die, but the holy soldier will not!

 “Is it really the Holy Golden Sword?”

 A middle-aged man in the quasi-sage realm, his face was extremely serious, and he said in a deep voice:

“If it is really the Holy Golden Sword, doesn't it mean that the Saint of the Holy Abyss 20,000 years ago has not died, and he has always been alive?”

 Twenty thousand years…

 This is an extremely long time.

 The strong ones in the Great Saint Realm may be able to survive.

 But it is almost impossible for monks in the saint realm.

 Theoretically, monks in the saint realm can live for ten thousand years.

But if you maintain your health properly, 20,000 years is not impossible.

 But the most important thing is.

 It is impossible for any saint to reach this point without going through struggles.

 Since there is a struggle, there will inevitably be hidden wounds.

 Wanting to live stably for 20,000 years, for many saints, is no less than a dream.

 Although the Holy Abyss Saint is still alive today.

 But I'm afraid that his life has come to an end.

After today's battle, the opponent will inevitably die.

 That is to say.

This battle is the last... battle in the life of Saint Shengyuan!

Think of this.

 Many human monks present could not help but feel heavy in their hearts.

 Ten thousand years...

 Among the entire human race in the Southern Territory, no powerful saint-level human race has been born in the entire ten thousand years.

 Now.

 Finally, an ancient saint from 20,000 years ago appeared to support the human race.

Can…

This will actually be the last battle in his life.

This person may be said to be the only saint left in the human race. Even at the last moment of his life, he was fighting and fighting for the human race.

How can their hearts not be heavy?

even…

 Some powerful human beings in the quasi-holy realm are blaming him at this moment.

Blame yourself for not being strong enough, blaming yourself for not being talented enough.

If they can also have the ability to break through the saint realm, then why should these sages of the human race fight for them at the end of their lives?

If the human race in the Southern Region can be as strong as the human race in other regions, then why should we be afraid of all these races? Why should we sacrifice the ancestors of the human race to win those illusory opportunities for them?

at this time.

 The sound of clashing golden swords was heard.

 The golden sword and the silver spear collided together.

 The moment the two collided, supreme power surged out.

The sky and the earth suddenly fell into a vast expanse of white, with white brilliance everywhere, making it difficult to open one's eyes.

An ancient golden sword stood in the void, as huge as a mountain, shining in the sky, blocking all the aftermath, and saving Kun City behind it from a catastrophe.

 “Senior!”

The human monks roared loudly, unable to bear to see the cruel scene in front of them. (End of chapter)

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