Borrowing the supreme swordsmanship of the most powerful genius in the royal family as his own whetstone?
How arrogant! How confident!
On the throne, the always calm prince, who had been leaning back slightly, slowly sat up straight for the first time.
His pair of eyes, so deep that they seemed to contain the birth and death of the universe, were, for the first time, truly locked on the girl in the purple skirt.
Under the spotlight.
At the other end of the ring, Wujiang made some moves.
His slightly trembling hand stopped trembling.
That cold and handsome face didn't have any unnecessary fluctuations. It was just that the dead dark realm within three feet of it was shrinking crazily inward and solidifying!
Wisps of gray air emerged from the void and were sucked into his body.
Those are fragments of the law that were cut off and obliterated by his previous sword energy!
He is devouring "death" in this battlefield!
"Very good."
He spoke, his voice hoarse and more dangerous than before, every word was like ice squeezed out from under Nine Netherworlds.
"Then let me see."
"Seriously, are you qualified enough to die by my sword?"
Before he finished speaking, his aura suddenly surged!
It is no longer the restrained dead silence before, but an overbearing will to destroy that will drag the entire world into eternal end!
However, facing his terrifying declaration, Xie Purou just smiled even happier.
"Come on!"
She shouted softly, and the aura on her body finally changed!
"Crack!"
The red lightning surrounding her did not become more violent as everyone imagined, but quickly converged inward!
Rays of red electric light penetrated into her skin like living creatures.
The red electric light that penetrated into the skin did not leave any trace of burning.
Xie Purou's skin, at that moment, became white and almost transparent, like the finest suet and jade.
Through that thin layer of skin, everyone can see a terrifying sight that they will never forget!
The extremely condensed red thunderbolts were shuttling and swimming between her meridians and bones, outlining a complete human skeleton!
It was no longer an external force of destruction, but an internal source of punishment that had become a part of her body!
Her whole person's energy suddenly changed from the violent and publicity before to one of extreme restraint.
She stood there, still the same pretty girl, but the impression she gave people changed from a star that was about to explode at any time to a collapsing black hole that was about to swallow everything!
"What... what secret method is this?"
On the high platform, God Emperor, a powerful man, spoke in shock. His knowledge of Daoism was severely impacted at this moment.
"She turned the catastrophic power of Nine Tribulations Immortal Physique into her own Divine Treasure! She is not controlling the thunder, she herself is the walking doomsday Heavenly Tribulation!"
The old man in gray robe revealed the secret, and his whole body trembled slightly due to excessive excitement.
On the other side, Wujiang is also undergoing an amazing transformation.
The deathly dark realm around him has shrunk to only three inches of his body.
The blackness was so dense that it could not be dissolved, swallowing up all light and heat.
The fragments of the law that were destroyed by his previous sword energy, those concepts representing "end" and "death", are turning into wisps of gray air currents that are difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, pouring crazily into the Sword of the Ruins in his hand.
On the simple blade of the sword, a faint enchanting blood color began to appear.
That is not the color of blood, but an older, more desolate red. It is the tragic color shown when the world is coming to an end and the stars burn out their last rays of light.
"Wujiang is going to use that move!"
Dustless stared at the ancient sword that was starting to turn red, with a sickly fanaticism on his pale face.
"This is the forbidden sword move he used to kill a Early God Emperor Stage strong man with one sword! That woman is dead! She is absolutely dead!"
On the stage, the two of them faced each other from a distance and completed their respective energy accumulation.
The whole world was extremely quiet at this moment.
The next moment, Xie Purou moved.
She didn't make any earth-shattering movements, she just took a step forward gently.
One step down.
Throughout White Jade Square, everyone's perception was momentarily confused and fragmented.
The figure of the girl in the purple skirt on the ring became blurry, overlapping, and flickering in an instant!
She appeared on the left side of Wujiang, punching out!
She appeared on top of Wujiang and hit her on the head!
There are hundreds of hers, from the past, from the future, and from every incredible angle, appearing at the same time, with the same bright smile, holding out the delicate fist wrapped with restrained thunder!
"Thunder Illusion Annihilation Kill!"
This is not an afterimage caused by extreme speed, this is a supreme killing technique that involves time and existence itself!
It uses the supreme power as a guide to distort reality and turn "possibility" into "reality"!
Every silhouette is real!
Every fist contains the power of punishment that can shatter the stars!
"Oh my God! How can you hide from this?"
"This is not an attack, this is a judgment! Judgment coming from all directions, the past and the future!"
In the spectator seats, countless geniuses collapsed on the spot. They tried to capture the true form of Xie Purou, but found that their spiritual thoughts were torn to pieces by the endless figures in an instant, and blood oozed from all the seven orifices!
Facing this situation is enough to make any strong man fall into despair.
Wujiang, slowly, closed his eyes.
He gave up using his eyes to distinguish authenticity from falsehood, and gave up using his mind to lock on to the target.
In the disillusionment of thunder, he just quietly raised the Sword of the Ruins with a strange blood color.
Then, without any surprise, he waved forward.
There is no sword energy and no brilliance.
There was only a gray-red "line" across the sky and the earth, spreading from the edge of his sword.
That's not a line, that's a river!
A river of concepts formed by endless "death" and "end"!
The sound of the rushing river is not the sound of water, but the last tragic song played when hundreds of millions of epochs change and countless civilizations come to an end!
"Blood River Nirvana Sword!"
The long gray-red river rushed forward.
It ignores the fist prints coming from all directions, and it doesn't distinguish between those figures from the past and the future.
It just flows.
Wherever the river passed, those brilliant, real figures of Xie Purou, which contained supreme calamity, "disappeared" silently one after another.
Not defeated, not obliterated.
Rather, it was "erased".
The river of blood defines the end.
In front of this river, all processes and changes lose their meaning, leaving only the only result - annihilation!