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"This is...the final blow!"

The blood-colored light on the heavy sword surged endlessly like a wave, resonating with the light rising from the Holy Emperor. It was like a layer of blood-colored armor, shining with blood under the firelight that filled the sky.

Under the threat of Phoenix God Ma Hongjun, the power of the Holy Emperor was unprecedentedly concentrated, all concentrated on the Shura Demon Sword in his hand.Seen from a distance, her body glowed with scarlet light, just like a bloody stream of light. Compared with the golden-red flames in the sky, she looked so out of place.

At this moment, it was not just soul power that was at work in the Holy Emperor's body.After passing the eighth test of the Shura God's inheritance, all the accumulated Shura divine power and Shura bloodline were burned at this moment, in exchange for unimaginable power from the soul masters of the Douluo Continent!

"This is……"

Seeing the Saint Emperor's all-burning form, Ma Hongjun couldn't help but be a little surprised.He was originally relaxed and comfortable, but now his face was full of concentration.He never imagined that a demigod-level soul master could actually use such a move.

Even he had never seen such power with his own eyes.Only in those legends did he hear about this trick.

In the war between gods and beasts countless thousands of years ago, in the final collision with the Dragon God, God Shura once used such a move.

The body and sword become one, the spirit and soul become one!This sword was devoted to all the divine power of the God King-level Shura God. Even his origin and even the Shura bloodline were burning, and finally it resulted in this sharpest blow.

The Dragon God, who was fighting against five God-King-level experts, had an incomparably hard body that was as if it were made of tofu under the Shura Blood Sword, without any hindrance, and was easily split in two.

If it were just a simple physical injury, then such an attack would only be a minor injury to the Dragon God with the power of creation.But such a blow not only divided his body, but also his rules, his consciousness, and even his soul!

The powerful Dragon God can be said to be immortal, but even so, he is still no match for this powerful blow. He was divided into two parts along with the rules of his soul, becoming the gold and silver dragon kings of the dragon clan.

Although their strength is still higher than that of ordinary god kings, they are far less oppressive than the dragon gods that make people feel almost desperate.Therefore, after the Golden Dragon King was sealed and the Silver Dragon King disappeared, peace was restored to the God Realm once again.And God Shura's brilliant strike in this war has been passed down forever along with the inheritance of the divine world.

but……

"Asura Blood Sword, the core inheritance of God Asura, I really didn't expect you to be able to use it... But, do you think that with your demigod-level cultivation, you can defeat me?!"

Slowly retracting his outstretched palm, Ma Hongjun slowly lowered his head. From his eyes filled with golden-red flames, countless red light mist floated out, dragging out two red traces.

"嘹——!"

Behind him, the huge fire phoenix let out a long cry. While it was flying, its huge body suddenly shrank, gradually turning into a dark red phoenix with a wingspan of hundreds of feet.

As the increasingly terrifying high temperature rolled down, Ma Hongjun floated indifferently in the air, looking at the Holy Emperor below, and said slowly: "Then, let me see how much of the essence of your Shura Blood Sword you have mastered! "

"Heh, then...just watch!"

Struggling to raise his head, the hideous mask on the Holy Emperor's face was filled with cracks at some point.In the numerous wide gaps on the mask's forehead, a strange red light shines.

The released God of Death domain suddenly condensed and poured into the Shura Demonic Sword.On the broad body of the demon sword, countless dark red runes also lit up, echoing the runes on the Holy Emperor's forehead, and an increasingly sharp and terrifying aura slowly surged out.

Seeing that the battle was about to reach its climax, whether it was Shrek below, the Holy Spirit Cult people, the various forces that had been paying attention here, or Bai Chenxiang who was under the protection of Ma Hongjun, they couldn't help but hold their breath.

The next moment, in everyone's eyes, time seemed to stand still for a moment, and then, the Holy Emperor had disappeared from their sight, leaving only a scarlet sword mark in their peripheral vision.

The sudden disappearance of the figure made their vision distorted for a moment. By the time they came back to their senses and focused their attention on the sky again, the battle was over.

The flaming sky was like a piece of bread covered with strawberry jam, split in two by a sharp knife.The fire phoenix, which had been exuding endless pressure and fluttering in the air, had solidified at this moment. When everyone focused on it, it suddenly exploded, disrupting the air. Two fires.

The scarlet slowdown tore apart the space from bottom to top, staining the essence of the void with its own color.At the highest point of the sky, at the top of the red stream of light, the Holy Emperor holding a red heavy sword had already arrived in front of Ma Hongjun, and the heavy sword edge had already slashed down.

"pat-"

Golden-red blood dripped from the sky, creating flaming holes on the ground before turning into light mist and slowly dissipating.Ma Hongjun's golden-red eyes moved downward, and the indifference and sophistication in them had dissipated, replaced by admiration and regret.

"Cough cough..."

After coughing a few times and slowly wiping away the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, Ma Hongjun looked at the frozen Holy Emperor, shook his head and said: "It's a pity, even if you are only a third-level god... No, even if you are just a Priest, you won't be in such a mess if you have divine power."

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

Seeing the Holy Emperor whose evil aura was rapidly weakening, Ma Hongjun pondered for a moment, then stretched out his palm and grabbed her mask.But what he couldn't imagine was that when he stretched his palm halfway, the dead eyes under the Saint Emperor's mask suddenly came back to life.

The cracked mask turned into smoke and fell off the Holy Emperor's face.The terrifying murderous aura became pure and even increased exponentially as the mask came off.

The long red hair lost its charm and turned into an ordinary black. The blood in the eyes also quietly faded away, leaving only black pupils that were plain but seemed to see through everything.

Suddenly holding Ma Hongjun's hand, an uninhibited smile slowly appeared on the handsome face under the mask of the Holy Emperor.

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