All Heavens: From Divine Sculpture to Fantasy

The speed of Yang Guo's sword was getting faster and faster. It penetrated everywhere in the world. The sword energy was so powerful that it eroded the soul. Even if Tang Hao used the random cloak hammer technique, the shadow of the hammer swept away like a hurricane, but it was still difficult to withstand the sharp edge of Yang Guo's sword. .

"The ninth soul skill, blue silver entanglement, God-destroying strike."

Tang Hao saw that it was difficult to resist. Yang Guo's fierce attack immediately unleashed his ninth soul skill. The overwhelming soul power was swallowed up by the ninth blood-red soul ring. Then the soul ring suddenly expanded, lighting up half of the sky. .

The Clear Sky Hammer in his hand was suspended in mid-air, and the soul power wave rings spread instantly. Countless thick blue grass covered the sky and the sun, like ten thousand spiritual snakes entwining Yang Guo and restraining his figure.

With a strike that reached the sky, the huge Clear Sky Hammer hit the bluesilver grass that was entangled with Yang Guo. The power of this move was earth-shattering, like a mountain falling apart, and the people present were afraid of being affected by the aftermath and retreated one after another.

The face of the melon-eating Douluo next to him was extremely ugly. Even he did not dare to accept such a powerful attack from Tang Hao.

"My body is like a sword." In an instant, a ray of green light shot straight into the sky, and countless sharp red and blue silver grasses burst out from the intertwined gaps. The next moment, the sword energy was like the wind, and countless brilliance Condensed into a sword.

"Sword River, go upstream." The sword energy rolled back into the mid-air like waves of the river, attacking the Haotian Hammer that fell down. In an instant, the soul power of the two collided in the mid-air, stirring up excitement. Thousands of ripples. The sword energy gathered again, and it was so sharp that it split the Haotian Hammer in half.

"Ten thousand swords return to the clan." Yang Guo's figure drew thousands of phantoms, and countless sword moves flashed one by one like a horse watching flowers. All methods returned to one, and ten thousand swords returned to the clan. Then a sword cut through the gap between heaven and earth, towards Tang Dynasty. Hao stabbed, and Haotian's body instantly collapsed. Tang Hao was pierced by the sword energy and stared at the mountain wall. His chest was completely shattered. He was already destined to die. It was only a matter of time.

Relying on the powerful vitality of the Titled Douluo, he is still lingering. This is a fatal injury. Unless God comes, he may be able to rebuild his internal organs.

"I respectfully send Haotian to ascend to heaven."

Fencing like the wind, two more sword energy shot out of the air, cutting off one of Tang Hao's arms and digging out two soul bones from one leg. The soul bones exuded a soft light, but no one present dared to covet them.

This wave of Wuhun Palace was not in vain, and they directly made a net profit of five thousand-year soul bones.

"Heavenly punishment."

Yang Guoying instantly disappeared, and then his soul was integrated into his natal flying sword to convince people with reason. Using reason to convince people, one sword transformed into five to guard the five directions, forming the momentum of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. The five auras corresponded to green gold. White, blue and red five-color thunder.

Yang Guo drew out all his soul power, including the circulating sword gang above his body. At this moment, his soul power and innate true energy reached their peak.

The sword energy was like a shock, shining like a river of stars, hanging upside down on the dome. In an instant, dark clouds were covered, thunder was rolling, the sea of ​​clouds was rolling like ink, and then there were countless howling winds that were unparalleled in the world, which made people shudder.

Yang Guo wanted Tang Hao to be wiped out in ashes. If he had a protagonist aura or something, resurrecting him would be in vain.

When the clouds broke and the sky dawned, the sword array composed of five-color swords and swords led the five-color divine thunder towards Tang Hao.

Suddenly, just as Tang Hao turned into ashes, a figure stood between the sky and the earth, blocking Yang Guo's offensive. Yang Guo took a closer look and found that this person was none other than Bibi Dong.

"This is when Yang Guo's defense is at its weakest. You must seize the opportunity. I will inject spiritual thoughts to control your body." A trace of Rakshasa God's soul has entered Bibi Dong's sea of ​​consciousness.

Everyone can see that this is the time when Yang Guo's attack power is the strongest. No one can face such an attack directly, but Yang Guo uses all his soul power, including the circulating sword to protect himself, as an attack. The defense will be directly weakened a lot.

"Elder Yang, your achievements have been proven by everyone in Wuhun Palace. Can you also give me this credit?"

Although Yang Guo merged with the human sword, his consciousness and soul still existed. After hearing Bibi Dong's words, he immediately understood that she wanted to kill someone to get an advantage. Anyway, this was not the first time he had done this kind of job.

She came here to make a name for herself. If Bibi Dong killed Tang Hao in front of everyone, her prestige would be greatly enhanced and she would be within the scope of their cooperative alliance, so Yang Guo stopped his offensive.

Thinking that he had gotten five soul bones for nothing, Bibi Dong had gotten nothing. In order to take care of his face, after all, he ate meat and others also had to drink soup. He immediately handed over the final blow to Bibi Dong to complete.

"Your Majesty the Pope, please."

"Tang Hao never thought that you would end up like this. When you decided to go against Wuhun Palace, you were destined to be beaten back to the majesty of Wuhun Palace. No one can offend you."

"I never thought that the world-famous Haotian Douluo would end in this way." Dugu Bo said.

"It can be regarded as the reincarnation of heaven. After all, Tang Hao once killed Bibi Dong's teacher. Qianxun Ji, the previous pope of Wuhun Palace, and the first pope avenged the old pope, can also be regarded as a cycle of cause and effect." Ning Fengzhi said.

Bibi Dong did not release his martial soul, but the purple-black evil divine power surged in his palm, condensing into a sickle that exuded a ghostly light.

As soon as the green sickle came out, in an instant, evil resentment rushed into the sky, and even the overall brilliance of Wuhun Hall was weakened. In a temple on the top of the mountain, the young man sitting under the angel statue instantly opened his eyes and felt To the existence of this breath.

This breath made the sacred power in his body shudder.

"This breath... Rakshasa God..." Qian Daoliu said in disbelief, is Bibi Dong crazy? How dare you use the power of Rakshasa in the territory of the Angel God?

Then the figure disappeared in a flash, leaving only a faint aura of golden soul power.

This kind of divine power is an extremely terrifying pressure compared to ordinary soul masters, but it is an extremely disgusting aura for those who are influenced by the angel god or those who have angel martial souls.

Qian Renxue has already shown her extreme repulsion and disgust towards this kind of aura.

At this moment, Bibi Dong's beautiful purple eyes were covered by the green slanting light. It seemed to have sensed something, and its eyes were fixed on Xue Qinghe.

God Rakshasa has already seen the owner of this extremely talented Seraphim spirit. Logically speaking, he should not give up this opportunity, but he clearly knows that the goal of this trip is Yang Guo. As long as he can devour Yang Guo's flesh and blood. Soul Then it is only a matter of time before Bibi Dong becomes a god.

"The Abyss Slash that tears apart space." An evil smile appeared on Bibi Dong's lips, and the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe in her hand quickly swung the cross green blade twice and shot out of the air.

The sharp blade carried endless divine power and headed towards Tang Hao to kill him. How could he be killed by the clone of a first-level god?

"Father." Tang San wailed at the top of his lungs, because his closest relative, his supporter, was about to fall completely.