Chapter 1249: The boundary is in front of me... This sentence is a flag of certain death
Mo Cheng did not expect to solve all problems with just the two skills [Reflection] and [Sunburn].
These two skills are only used to delay time, allow the Conferred God Platform to fly farther, and make changes.
As it gradually moved away from the earth and even flew out of the solar system, the appearance of the Fengshen Platform began to change. Countless mysterious runes lit up on the Fengshen Platform, and at the same time, its shape began to change.
When the losers and stragglers who were chasing after them got closer, what appeared before their eyes was a tall tower. Pallas and the List of Gods were at the top of the tower.
Anyone can see that the runes on the outer wall of the tower form a powerful protective force. Even if someone dares to rush to the top of the tower despite possible attacks, no one dares to do that.
Because of one man and one sword.
In front of the gate of the tower, Mo Cheng sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, and the Bloodthorn Sword of Blasphemy was stuck in the ground in front of him.
Just by sitting there, the invisible sword pressure made people feel difficult to breathe, as if something was pressing heavily on their hearts.
Although there was no movement, the weapons worn by many powerful men could not help but hum softly. Some of the weapons even fell out of their hands and onto the ground, as if they were kneeling down to Mo Cheng.
All the soldiers surrender!
"All swords submit to the Sword Saint."
A Japanese swordsman with a ponytail used all his strength to control the sword in his hand to avoid the dilemma of the weapon surrendering to the enemy. "It is basically certain that the opponent is neither Hong Xiuquan nor Jiang Ziya."
No matter who it was, no one had ever heard of them reaching the level of sword saint, let alone the momentum of guarding the gate alone with the sword.
Everyone clearly understood one thing, that is, if they did not defeat the enemies blocking the way, then there would be no way they could pass through the gate and get close to the List of Gods.
At this moment, Mo Cheng slowly opened his eyes and stood up, his back straight, and his whole body was like a peerless sword soaring into the sky.
The blood thorn kept making sword chants, as if echoing the sword intent of its master.
With a wave of the sword, a mark appeared on the ground in front of everyone, the meaning of which was self-evident.
"In front of me is the boundary; behind me, there are no enemies that can attack."
It is an arrogant statement, but it is also true. The sword's will reaches the sky, and the proud swordsman wants to fight against all the heroes of the world on his own.
"Do you want to stop us by yourself?"
The Blood Thorn is without a sheath, and is actually a vicious weapon. Mo Cheng holds the vicious weapon in his hand, and wears an orange and blue mask that hides a strange beast. Origin and inheritance coexist, and the remains of the sword heart cover his face, instantly forming a sword domain.
Or should it be called the Sword World!
"The line between life and death is too thin for even gods and ghosts to cross!"
As Mo Cheng's blood thorn appeared, sword energy swept across the sky and earth, and the sword heart hell suddenly opened, transforming into a devouring beast that broke through the air and killed.
Wherever the sword points, even the strong can hardly cross the line between life and death.
But the enemies are far from mediocre. They are strong men who have made their names in the world. How could such strong men admit defeat so easily?
He immediately sacrificed his spirit to shake the heaven and earth, chased the stars to chase the sun and the moon, and the waterfall in the sky turned into yin and yang. In an instant, the sword heart hell was pierced and annihilated, and a hole was torn in the sword world.
The giant sword that shook the heaven and earth came straight at him with unparalleled force. Mo Cheng raised the blood thorn to block it, but found that the opponent's strength was astonishingly great.
"Ha, you want to compete in strength?"
"I'll help you!"
[The power of God]!
In an instant, Mo Cheng mobilized his divine power to push the giant sword back. At this moment, dozens of strong men attacked Mo Cheng's vital points.
Throat, heart, brain, eyes, back of the head...
The weapons broke out of the body and crushed Mo Cheng's internal organs. Several weapons cut Mo Cheng's body into pieces and destroyed him.
He was killed by a single mistake, but for some reason, the defeated Mo Cheng was... laughing.
Then they discovered that Mo Cheng's body transformed from flesh into a green light, and an extremely fierce and evil aura was blowing in their faces. It seemed as if the wailing of endless evil spirits from the deepest part of the Eighteen Hells was ringing in their ears.
Mo Cheng's death was not the end, on the contrary, what he wanted was for the enemy to get closer and closer to him, to a point where he could no longer avoid it.
At this time, Mo Cheng, who was in a state of half-life and half-death, was like a dead tree. The sword energy around him surged into the sky, forming a sword energy barrier.
Within the sword energy barrier, everything was forcibly stopped.
Molecular motion, atomic motion, and even superstring vibrations all return to zero.
The only one who can move freely is Mo Cheng, who exists in the world with an immortal body of light.
Then Mo Cheng, holding the sword on his back, rose into the air and stood in the air, with huge sword wings made of sword energy appearing behind him.
This is exactly the skill of the Sword Saint that he secretly learned from the Sword Master in the sword world - Ten Thousand Gods Tribulation!
Suddenly, the sword's ultimate power was fast, accurate, and focused; the space froze instantly, and everything was still.
Sword twenty-three!
The calamity of all gods!
Two sword master moves were launched at the same time, one stopped time, the other solidified space. The two ultimate sword powers of time and space were used simultaneously in Mo Cheng's hands.
Silent and breathless.
The collision of time and space unleashed infinite power, and everything was destroyed in the midst of sword energy.
To the losers and the wanderers, time felt like it had passed in a moment, but that moment was the dividing line between victory and defeat, and even life and death.
Using his own life as bait, Mo Cheng's sword of the swordsman destroyed nearly one-fifth of the enemies.
But such a result was full of regret in his eyes, "It's a pity that I couldn't combine the two moves into one, otherwise you would all die."
The slight vibration caused by the sound was like a chain reaction. Those swordsmen who had stabbed Mo Cheng with their weapons shattered one by one, piece by piece, and finally turned into ashes without leaving any trace.
As the swordsmen closest to Mo Cheng, they naturally bore the greatest power of the two sword saint moves. Not only did they themselves turn into ashes, but even their weapons dissipated.
At this time, the time for the immortal body of light that Mo Cheng had transformed into had also come to an end. He could only transform into a ball of light with regret and fly into the interior of the tower.
At the cost of nearly one-fifth of the casualties, the road to the gate was clear.
But the remaining losers and stragglers all looked towards the tower with frowns on their faces. They knew one thing very well, that Mo Cheng would not die so easily.
According to the losers' guess, if they want to stop or kill the guy who can tamper with the summoning system, they will have to pay the price of at least one-third of the lives.
Death is so easy, there is no need to think about it, there must be a trick.
"Are those who remain on earth ready?"
"The other losers who stayed on the ground have already built altars and workshops, and are performing rituals to disrupt this place, but the message they sent is for us to break into the tower as far as possible, the closer to the top the better."
The losers each have their own division of labor. The losers on earth who are not good at fighting directly construct formations and rituals to interfere with the List of Gods from a distance.
Those who were good at fighting rushed into the tower and killed Mo Cheng and Pallas.
