The Rakshasa Devil Scythe, directly pierced through Tang San's body, the huge head of the scythe pierced through Tang San's body, dripping divine blood towards the ground, a scene that showed extraordinarily tragic colours!
"What?"
At this moment, Ning Fengzhi froze, looking at this scene incredulously, how could he not have imagined that Xiao Wu would make a move.
Ma Hongjun Oscar, his eyes stormed open, feeling that the world was unreal, this sickle of Xiao Wu's, was a real zinger, they were so far away, they could feel their hearts cold, heartbroken!
Ning Rongrong covered her red lips and let out a shocked cry, she never thought that one day Xiao Wu would strike out to kill Tang San!
Xiao Jiu was also stunned, not reacting for a moment, was this hatred born out of love?
On the other hand, on the side of Martial Spirit City, Qian Renxue and Huo Wu clenched their fists then and shouted, "Well done!"
Zhu Zhuqing's beautiful eyes flashed a touch of approval, and it was time to make a move.
Er Ming hammered his chest in excitement and roared, a glint of pleasure in his eyes.
Big White bared his teeth and grinned, in the manner that if Xiao Wu cut down Tang San, he would come to eat his meat.
Daming roared the loudest, "Xiao Wu, kill him and avenge Aunt Rou!"
The corners of Bibi Dong's mouth curled up into a smile, not bad, not wasting all her efforts to resurrect Rou, this was the outcome she wanted to see the most.
There was nothing more satisfying than Xiao Wu killing Tang San!
Tang San looked incredulously at the Rakshasa Devil Scythe that had pierced into his heart, feeling the whole world go blood red as lines of blood tears flowed from his eyes, Tang San's voice was hoarse and his teeth were chattering.
At this moment, his heart was as cold and biting as if he had fallen into hell.
"Why, Wu! Why ....."
Tang San clutched the blade of the Rakshasa Demon Scythe with his hand, his fingers all cut by the sharp blade as he hissed in pain, "Why? I can't believe for the life of me that you would kill me."
Nothing hurt more than Xiao Wu stabbing him!
"Why?"
With hatred in her eyes, Xiao Wu snarled, "Isn't that what you always said? There's no revenge for killing your mother!"
"And you have the nerve to ask me why?"
"Didn't you want to seek revenge on Brother Jiu?"
"Haven't you always said with a straight face that you were right?"
"Wasn't it all your own choice?"
"Didn't you say, "Blood for blood, tooth for tooth?"
"Tang San! I did exactly what you said, you killed my mother and I'm going to cut you into pieces!"
Xiao Wu questioned with a bark, angrily pulling out her magic scythe.
The moment the magic scythe detached from his body, Tang San felt his entire being empty, his body staggered back, his heart was shattered by a scythe, and his divine body was heavily damaged.
But more than the physical pain, it was the wound in his heart that hurt the most.
This was the person he loved the most.
Xiao Jiu laughed loudly and clapped his hands, "This is retribution!"
"Tang San, didn't you claim that if you don't avenge your father's death, what kind of man can you be?"
"But you killed Xiao Wu's mother with your own hands, shouldn't you, just let Xiao Wu split you into pieces? "
"If you resist, it means you don't love Xiao Wu, so suffer death!"
Xiao Jiu gave Tang San a big smile, what a beautiful trick by Bibidong!
"You! ~~" Tang San was so angry that he coughed furiously, a wisp of sweet red seeping out of the corner of his mouth.
Ning Fengzhi sucked in a breath of cold air, Xiao Jiu was simply too good at stabbing people at heart, if Tang San didn't let Xiao Wu kill him, he would have answered Xiao Jiu's words, showing that Tang San didn't love Xiao Wu and wasn't willing to bear the guilt of killing Xiao Wu's mother.
However, if Tang San was really killed by Xiao Wu, wouldn't he have to watch Xiao Wu marry Xiao Jiu.
The revenge of his parents could not be avenged, and there was the loss of Xiao Wu to become someone else.
This was simply not the way to die.
"You're too wicked!" Tang San roared.
Xiao Jiu shrugged his shoulders and said, "Xiao Wu, continue!"
"Mm!"
Xiao Wu nodded obediently and carried the Rakshasa Devil Scythe step by step towards Tang San, her eyes full of killing intent, and the frightened Tang San kept backing away.
"Go to hell!"
The Rakshasa Demon Scythe in Xiao Wu's hand swung and slashed right towards Tang San's face.
Tang San still didn't have the courage to die, he wasn't willing to die like this, and dodged the scythe with his foot on the Ghost Shadow Mystic.
"Teleportation!"
Xiao Wu's body suddenly disappeared, appearing at Tang San's back, and the Rakshasa Demon Scythe cut through an icy arc, viciously stabbing Tang San's head.
"Xiao Wu! Do you really want me to die?"
Tang San hadn't expected that Xiao Wu would use a spirit technique on him, and that every scythe was directed towards his vital points, which clearly meant that he didn't want him to live.
Tang San reversed his body and grabbed the blade of the magic scythe with his hand, his palm was cut, and he roared with pain in his eyes.
"Xiao Wu! Your mother died by my hand, but if Bibidong and Xiao Jiu hadn't calculated, how could I have killed her?"
"Bibidong and Xiaojiu are your real enemies! Xiao Wu."
"Tang San! You're still lying to me!" Xiao Wu shouted angrily, her divine power exploding as the magic scythe in her hand pressed downwards.
Poof! ~
Tang San's arm was directly severed.
"Why, you just won't believe me?" Tang San was in cold sweat from the pain, but what hurt him the most was that Xiao Wu wouldn't listen to her explanation.
Xiao Wu shook her head with a look of contempt, "Do you believe what you say yourself?"
"You said that Bibidong and Jiu were my mother's killers because they deliberately resurrected my mother."
"Then, according to you, is the Clear Sky Clan to blame for your father Tang Hao's death? Then why didn't you seek revenge on the Clear Sky Clan, but instead went to Brother Jiu?"
"Also, the murderer who killed Jiu's parents' entire village shouldn't have been the Martial Spirit Palace, but your parents! Your parents were clearly being hunted down and killed by the Martial Spirit Temple, so why do you want to drag innocent people into it?"
"You can put all the blame on others, what you do is never wrong, is it?"
Xiao Wu carried her magic scythe and stepped forward again.
Tang San was dumbfounded by Xiao Wu's question and was speechless for a moment.
He couldn't think of a reason to justify his actions, nor could he think of how to convince Xiao Wu, gripped in his heart.
Xiao Jiu bristled, "Tang San, don't make yourself sound so grand! What you actually believe in has always been the law of the jungle, the belief that the strongest is the most important."
"Only you are allowed to mess with people and no one is allowed to mess with you, thinking that, you are doing everything right."
"Unfortunately, you're not a strong man, you're just a mole. But what disgusts me about you is that you are a mole, yet you have to pretend to be a strong man."
"You're not dead, that's because people don't care about you, not because you're so powerful!"
"You don't have a strong heart, you don't have the courage to fight the heavens, you're just a self-righteous wretch who wants to inherit the divine throne, aren't gods for killing? Isn't the throne of God is to be robbed?"
"Aren't the strong supposed to be surpassed?"
"You dare not draw your sword and fight the heavens, and you still dare to fight me? You're seeking death!"
Xiao Jiu laughed coldly, since the beginning, he had never considered Tang San as an opponent, his target had always been the Gods behind Tang San!
Xiao Wu didn't want to talk nonsense with Tang San, and the magic scythe in his hand once again chopped at Tang San's head.
"Xiao Wu! Do you have to let me die? "
"Do you know how much my heart hurts?"
Looking at Xiao Wu carrying the magic scythe and attacking frantically, Tang San's inner pain was unbearable, his voice was sad and he kept shouting in an attempt to make Xiao Wu stop.
"Then do you know how painful it was for me when you killed my mother?"
Xiao Wu gritted her silver teeth, not even talking to Tang San, the Rakshasa Magic Scythe in her hand was becoming more and more comfortable to use, especially Xiao Wu's Soft Bone System melee spirit skill, used in conjunction with the Magic Scythe, the killing power skyrocketed.
This was coupled with the fact that Xiao Wu was not hesitant to lose her divine power and frantically unleashed her instantaneous movement skill.
Xiao Wu's was like a terrifying god of death with a scythe, a strange and magnificent arc of death that was becoming increasingly difficult to resist, even with Tang San's Violet Devil Pupils and Ghost Shadow Mist.
Poof! ~~~
Another muffled sound of a demonic scythe piercing into his body came out.
Tang San grunted as a row of ribs was directly cut off by the Devil Scythe.
"Xiao Wu! ~~~"
Another line of blood tears flowed from Tang San's eyes, but his deep and sorrowful voice was rewarded with an even colder and more vicious Devil Scythe blade.
"Be careful!"
Sword Douluo really couldn't watch anymore, if this continued, Tang San was going to be cleaved to death alive.
With a swing of the Seven Kill Sword in his hand, Sword Douluo slashed at the Devil Scythe, wanting to bring Tang San back directly.
"Get lost!"
Xiao Jiu's face was grim, he was watching a good show, how could he tolerate being disturbed, he directly flung a spirit ring martial spirit to Jian Douluo, making his nine rings turn into eight rings.
Then he kicked Sword Douluo in the face, with a click, Sword Douluo's nose was directly kicked off, spurting out two streams of nosebleed, landing on his face and ploughing a tasting furrow on the ground.
"Old Sword!" Bone Douluo exclaimed, rushing to check on Sword Douluo's injuries, this look sucked in a breath of cold air, another purple and black shoe mark directly on Sword Douluo's face.
"How terrifying, is this the difference between a human and a god? One move and you've got Uncle Sword in seconds."
Ning Fengzhi smacked his lips, Jian Douluo had been blessed by the gods and had reached the peak of level 99, but he didn't expect that he wouldn't be able to walk away from Xiao Jiu's hands in a single move.
Jian Douluo spat out a mouthful of blood and wailed in anger, "Old man is going to kill that brat!"
Sword Qi ran through his body as if he was performing a God Killing Strike, uniting his human sword.
This move could explode all the power of his body, and burning the divine power given by the gods, Sword Douluo believed that he could slay the gods with one blow!
"Uncle Jian, calm down for a moment!"
Ning Fengzhi shook his head, his eyes stern.
Even though Jian Douluo had a great deal of anger, if Ning Fengzhi ordered him as Sovereign, he would have to listen.
"Sovereign, should we just watch?" Sword Douluo was unwilling.
"If the deities don't strike, we can only send ourselves to our deaths, and I don't do things that send us to our deaths!"
Ning Fengzhi watched indifferently as Tang San was frantically cleaved by Xiao Wu, blandly, as if it was none of his business at all.
Poof! ~~
There was another sound of a magic scythe chopping into the body.
Tang San's one arm was also severed, and he panted heavily, his lips turning purple and his eye sockets sunken deep, like an evil ghost, "Xiao Wu! Can you really bear to let me die?"
"What can I not bear!"
Xiao Wu's eyes were sharp, her body bent in an incredible arc, and the magic scythe she was carrying slashed at Tang San's head at an even more bizarre angle.
With this strike, Tang San was already unable to dodge.
Seeing that the magic scythe was about to pierce Tang San's head, an arrogant figure descended from the sky and threw a fist at the magic scythe, sending it and Xiao Wu flying with a bang.
Then a figure descended and surrounded Tang San, eight in total, none other than the gods seated in the God of Destruction Hall.
The God of Pride, the God of Emotion, the God of Envy, the God of Greed, the God of Gluttony, the God of Laziness, the God of Anger, and the God of Desire.
And it was the God of Pride who smashed and flew Xiao Wu.
"Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, welcome the gods!"
Ning Fengzhi immediately bowed profusely, and Jian Douluo and the others followed suit.
"Greetings to the gods!"
Then, the Emperor, the Star Crown Emperor, the Prince Xue Beng and the others all knelt on the ground, their faces showing ecstatic joy that the gods had finally descended.
Xiao Wu was wounded by the power of the gods and her magic scythe flew out of her hand, she was about to go and lift it to fight again, but the God of Pride reached out and drew it into her hand.
Xiao Jiu hurriedly stopped Xiao Wu, his eyes excited beyond measure, finally waiting for the gods to descend, and this time there were even eight of them.
"Martial Spirit True Body, War Halo!"
With a wave of Xiao Jiu's hand, five black spirit rings appeared under the feet of five of the eight gods.
"So, the limit of your war aura is five!" The corner of the Pride God's mouth lifted up in disdain.
For his part, Bibidong's mouth curled up in a smirk, this arrogant fellow across from him was so deceiving!
Xiao Jiu reached out and gripped his hand, and the pitch black spirit ring divine pattern on his brow erupted with a stream of divine power, followed by five divine lights of black Qi shining on the five gods.
"First divine technique, Evil Ring of Speed!"
"Second Divine Skill, Evil Ring of Divine Power!"
"Third Divine Skill, Evil Ring of Defence!"
"Fifth Divine Skill, Evil Ring of Strength!"
"The sixth divine skill, Evil Ring of Soul!"
"Go to hell!"
Xiao Jiu's body's speed exploded abruptly and he blasted at the God of Pride with a single punch.
However, what he didn't expect was that after the eight gods combined their efforts to arrange a divine power barrier, they pulled Tang San and ran backwards.
"Kid, today is your big wedding, we'll let you enter the bridal chamber first, and we'll fight another day!"
The God of Greed laughed loudly, and several human gods simply did not want to fight hard against Xiao Jiu and ran away straight away!
Xiao Jiu was dumbfounded after breaking the barrier, he didn't dare to chase after them because he was afraid that the enemy would transfer the tiger away from the mountain, if they lured him away and several gods raided Martial Spirit City, it would be bad.
"It's fine, I'll go back and get married first."
Xiao Jiu grinned, since they had already descended, he didn't believe that they wouldn't come to attack?
"Xiao Wu, let's go back first, Tang San can be killed whenever you want."
"Mm hmm!"
Xiao Wu nodded, then took Xiao Jiu's arm and said leisurely, "Xiao Wu is very obedient, let go back, and get married."
"No! ~~" Tang San roared, how could you let Xiao Jiu go?
He roared furiously at the eight deities, "Quick, kill Xiao Jiu, you can't let them enter the city! Xiao Wu can't marry him, Xiao Wu is mine!"
"There are eight of you gods, plus me that's nine, are you still afraid of him alone?"
The God of Pride's face turned cold as he raised his hand and slapped Tang San across the face, the blow was so hard that several of Tang San's teeth flew out right then and there.
His face slid directly against the ground, miserable beyond compare.
Ning Fengzhi and the others were stunned, looking incredulously at the eight deities, not understanding which end they were on?
At that moment, they heard the God of Pride say with a bored expression.
"Tang San, what kind of a person are you?"
"How dare you order us around and question us? Do you think you are the lord of my house?"
"What we give you is what you have, how dare you ask for what we haven't given you? Thunder and rain are all God's grace!"