Chapter 751 I Have Already Realized

Let's shift our perspective back to the Holy Land...

Is there really such an unstoppable edge in this world?

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

If there was before, then it will be defeated by this slash that renders the world into the ultimate pure white.

Broken 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 is broken, the peerless edge it bursts out is far better than the spirit of defeat, as if the closer to death, the more the sword will rise to the sky.

A tragic crack starts from the place where Bai Yu landed, tearing out a bottomless crack all the way. This crack spreads along the central axis, reaching the feet of the Roman emperor, pushing him all the way to the back of the Holy Land Palace.

If the Holy Land is an eggshell, then at this moment it has been cut in half by a knife.

Not only the Holy Land, the sword energy rushed straight to the sky.

At midnight, the clouds within a radius of 100 miles above the city of Rome were dispersed by the sword energy, and the instantaneous burst of light illuminated the city of Rome for a moment. The stars and the moon were always bright, but they were also covered by the frost. The sword energy dispersed the clouds, but condensed countless water vapors, turning into pieces of white snow falling.

The goose feather snow covered the city of Rome.

The entire top floor of the imperial palace was directly opened, as if the head with the top of the head was cut off, exposing the tragic battlefield.

The Holy Land could not be maintained.

For the first time, the Roman emperor fell to the ground in embarrassment. He leaned against the broken pillar, his luxurious clothes were stained with blood, and the bright red blood dripped along the hideous wound on his neck.

A layer of white frost condensed on the wound, and the coldness spread, and he was almost killed by a sword.

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

If he really died at Bai Yu's hands, he would be the first person in human civilization to be canonized by a fourth-level person.

The sword-breaking style has released a combat power far beyond his level, not only destroying the holy land, but even cutting off the clone of the star beast.

The emperor was not without defense, but used all his strength to defend.

He was almost beheaded by a sword!

If he had been canonized by ordinary saints, without the protection of the power of killing gods and the clone of the star beast, he would have been beheaded by now.

Bai Yu was only one step away from epic achievement.

This seemingly tiny step was also the result of fate.

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

The sword-breaking style... is indeed amazingly powerful, but the price is the destruction of the sword.

Kill one thousand enemies and lose one thousand of yourself.

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

To put it in a simple and easy-to-understand way, its damage multiplier may have reached a terrifying value of 10,000%, not counting the additional bonus.

Even if the female evil who created the sword-breaking style used this move, it would have side effects on herself, which is why she did not continue to attack in the Dragon Vein Realm.

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

Although there are no side effects, the fact that Shuangtian was broken alone means that his enhanced state has ended.

At the end of the Heroic Spirit Summoning stage, Bai Yu's combat power directly dropped back to the fourth level, and the confidence and courage that he could kill the saint with a sword in his hand no longer existed.

It was like an author who had used up all his saved manuscripts, and sweated profusely after seeing the deadline.

Fortunately, Lao Deng was not feeling well either.

He lost a star beast clone, and his God-killing power was also greatly depleted. The black and red power that was like air and fire around him became much dimmer, and the sword mark on his neck was even more hideous. It seemed that it had damaged his airway and voice channel.

If the opponent continued to attack, Bai Yu could only retreat and then pull.

Without the suppression of the Holy Land, he could not lock himself up. I am just a flexible dog in the mountains!

Then, he saw the emperor standing up with his knees supported.

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

Bai Yu concentrated.

He silently held the Lion Heart Spear and blinked his eyes.

In the very short time between closing and opening, before he completely opened his eyes, the five-fingered black sword that ignited the God-killing power had already chopped down.

Rather than chopping, it is better to say that it is smashing.

The force was too heavy, Bai Yu raised the Lion Heart Spear to defend himself. When the weapons crossed, the Lion Heart Spear had bent to an eye-catching arc. The terrifying force directly shattered the already shaky palace under his feet and collapsed.

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

He thought that after losing the Holy Land, he would have the space to pull, but this was an overestimation.

The opponent was still a true saint, a monster with the power of four star beasts to kill gods.

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

At the same time as the blow, the space produced ripples and vibrations, directly blocking the route that Bai Yu could have escaped.

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 much 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 might be able to 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 Point 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 been aware of it for a long time.