Gao Wu: You have science, and I have magic!

The light spot collided with the golden arrow, and the energy that exploded razed the entire valley to the ground.

Carlos and Ryan, who were watching the battle from a distance, were blown away by the shock wave, their liquid metal armor shattered into pieces, and they were killed on the spot.

When the smoke cleared, a suffocating scene emerged.

The golden arrow of destruction hovered three inches above Ye Qingzhou's chest, and the arrow body symbol was indestructible. Meanwhile, Ye Qingzhou's Yuanling battle armor was peeling off bit by bit.

Click~
Kaka~
First, spider web-like cracks appeared on the breastplate, and then the cracks spread to the whole body. A piece of armor fell off and turned into powder in the air. Then the second piece, the third piece...

Ye Qingzhou looked down at his gradually breaking body, and there was a hint of relief in his eyes.

"really……"

His voice began to drift: "There is no... invincible sword in this world..."

Before the last word fell, the armor of the Divine Sword Lord exploded.

The golden arrow of destruction completely pierced through Ye Qingzhou's heart.

There is no blood.

The moment the tip of the arrow touched his skin, Ye Qingzhou's body collapsed like a weathered sand sculpture.

First the skin, then the muscles, bones... and finally even the soul was crushed by the runes on the arrow, turning into fluorescent spots that floated between heaven and earth.

The Ultimate Sword Master died.

Thousands of miles away, Hagrid's dragon claw arm exploded at the shoulder, but he fell to his knees with a wild laugh: "Success! We killed the Eastern Sword Master!"

Herod collapsed in the rune array, bleeding from all seven orifices. He paid a heavy price for forcibly maintaining the space-time channel, but a twisted smile hung on the corner of his mouth: "History... has been rewritten..."

In the broken valley, Liu Wuhen was leaning against a half-broken rock, about to cheer.

However, Ye Qingzhou, who was supposed to disappear with the wind, forcibly changed his own fate of death by plucking the strings of time.

Under the shining starlight, time went back, space vibrated, and Ye Qingzhou's figure gradually recovered, but the golden arrow that pierced his chest could not be expelled from his body no matter what.

"Um?"

Blood continued to flow out from Ye Qingzhou's chest, but it was not bright red, but a strange dark gold color.

The golden arrow of destruction was still stuck in his heart, and the ancient runes on the arrow were flashing ominously.

With every flash, Ye Qingzhou felt that a bit of his vitality was being drained away.

"cough"

He knelt on one knee, his left hand propped on the charred ground, and the Wuji Sword in his right hand made a faint humming sound. The surrounding area was a hundred miles of ruins, and the originally lush forests were now only burning stumps and cracked earth.

The laws of the Avenue of Death wreaked havoc in his body, severing his life force.

The shadow of the Dark Avenue tugged at his mind, trying to drag him into eternal darkness.

"Even if I reverse time and space, I can't change the ending of death?"

Ye Qingzhou opened his third eye and made some calculations using his numerical thinking, and he knew that he would not survive for more than three days.

"The stars are moving!"

He let out a low shout and formed a seal with his left hand. Suddenly, the sky was lit up with stars, forming a long, dazzling river.

Starlight cascaded down like a waterfall, enveloping his body.

Time became viscous around him, and its flow rate slowed to one tenth of its original speed.

This was a magical power he performed with his last bit of strength, buying himself thirty days - after thirty days, he would still be doomed.

"Liu Wuhen"

Ye Qingzhou's eyes were burning with cold anger.

He stood up slowly, and the golden arrow in his chest trembled slightly with his movement, bringing him heart-wrenching pain.

Ye Qingzhou closed his eyes and sensed the lingering breath between heaven and earth.

Three hundred miles to the west, a powerful energy wave was moving rapidly - it was the traitor Liu Wuhen.

"Can you escape?"

Ye Qingzhou sneered, and his body turned into a sword light, cutting through the sky and chasing after him.

S.W.O.R.D.'s spy satellite captured this scene and transmitted the footage back to headquarters.

Inside the observation room, a dozen senior analysts stared at the screen in amazement.

"He can actually still move? The golden arrow of destruction plus the dual laws of the avenue should kill even a true god on the spot!"

A white-haired old man said in shock.

"The Wuji Sword Saint is indeed worthy of his reputation."

Director One-Eyed Nick said solemnly: "Continue tracking and record all data. This kind of battle will only happen once in a thousand years."

Ye Qingzhou didn't care who was watching him.

At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind, to kill the traitor and clean up the family before death came.

In this way, the two sides chased all the way to the border of Dongji Country. On a barren Gobi desert, three figures were moving forward rapidly.

“Damn it! Why isn’t he dead yet?”

A middle-aged man in a green robe looked back, his face pale.

He had a gaunt face and narrow eyes. He was none other than Liu Wuhen, one of the Five Elders of the Shengang Dao of the Dongji Kingdom, known as the Mirage Dragon of the Fantasy World.

"Your information is wrong, Liu Wuhen."

A blond and blue-eyed Western man next to him said coldly. He was wearing a red cloak and holding an ancient book in his hand: "You said that the Golden Arrow of Extermination can kill him instantly."

"Herod, shut up!"

The third man, a giant nearly three meters tall, roared. His skin was covered with fine scales and his eyes were vertical pupils. "Now is not the time to blame each other! He's catching up!"

As if to confirm his words, a sword light flashed across the sky like a meteor and landed a hundred meters in front of the three people in the blink of an eye.

The sword light dissipated, revealing Ye Qingzhou's figure.

"Liu Wuhen."

Ye Qingzhou's voice was terrifyingly calm. "You want to leave after you've offended me?"

The muscles on Liu Wuhen's face twitched, and then he revealed a strange smile: "Ye Jiansheng, the fate of the East Pole Kingdom has come to an end. It is a wise choice to surrender to the West Pole Kingdom."

"So you colluded with outsiders to plot against me?"

Ye Qingzhou walked forward slowly. With every step, the sand and stones under his feet turned into powder. "You even used a forbidden item like the Golden Arrow of Destruction?"

"I can't help it. You are too strong..."

Liu Wuhen suddenly laughed, formed seals with his hands, and began to mobilize his own power of thought, opening up the illusion of fantasy: "If I am not strong to this extent, how can I be worthy of the golden arrow of destruction?"

In an instant, the color of heaven and earth changed.

Countless illusions emerged from Liu Wuhen, and the entire Gobi Desert turned into a distorted dream.

Thousands of Liu Wuhen appeared at the same time, each one was lifelike and it was difficult to tell the real one from the fake one.

"Playing magic in front of me?"

Ye Qingzhou sneered: "You really don't know how to live or die."

He slowly raised the Wuji Sword, and black and white energies emerged on the sword, entwining with each other to form a perfect Tai Chi pattern.

“Taiji is infinite, breaking delusion and retaining truth!”

With a swing of the sword, the black and white sword energy spread out like ripples.

Wherever it passes, illusions shatter like bubbles.

Liu Wuhen groaned, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, revealing his true form.

"Impossible! Even the Saint Realm Peak cannot see through my illusion!"

He stepped back in horror.

“Because your heart is not pure.”

Ye Qingzhou instantly appeared in front of him, with the tip of the sword against his throat. "The highest level of illusion is to 'create something out of nothing', but you can only 'make the fake look real'."

A hint of viciousness flashed in Liu Wuhen's eyes, and suddenly a bunch of poisonous needles shot out from his sleeves.

Ye Qingzhou did not move, and the poison needles all solidified three inches away from him and then turned into iron filings.

"it's over."

The sword flashed, and Liu Wuhen's head flew up. At the moment when his body and mind were cut off, there was still a look of disbelief in his eyes. His body fell down, splashing a cloud of dust.

Then the surrounding scene shattered like a dream bubble and returned to its original appearance.

"Next."

Ye Qingzhou turned to the remaining two people. The golden arrow in his chest seemed to have penetrated a little deeper, but he remained calm.

The fire thief Herod flipped through the ancient book in his hand with a serious expression: "Ye Qingzhou, you are indeed powerful. But how many artifacts can you catch now?"

He reached into the void and pulled out a flaming sword from nothingness.

"Flame Emperor Sword?"

Ye Qingzhou frowned slightly: "Can you steal artifacts from the long river of history?"

"Exactly!"

Herod proudly wielded the Flame Emperor Sword, and the flames turned into a giant dragon and pounced on Ye Qingzhou: "I am the Fire Thief, and I can steal all the legendary artifacts!"

Ye Qingzhou did not dodge or evade. He turned around, took out the Yan Emperor Sword and slashed it lightly. The giant flaming dragon was split into two in an instant, passing by his two sides and igniting the sand dunes in the distance.

"That's not how you use the Yandi Sword."

Ye Qingzhou looked at him with disdain. In this world, apart from Emperor Yan, he was the only one who was most familiar with the power of Emperor Yan's Sword. His opponent's move was tantamount to showing off one's skill in front of an expert.

Herod snorted coldly and reached into the void again, this time taking out an ancient bronze mirror.

"Kunlun Mirror!"

He shouted loudly, and a divine light shot out from the mirror.

Ye Qingzhou finally moved. His figure flashed like a ghost, and divine light brushed past the corner of his clothes and shot into the earth, creating a huge pit with a diameter of one hundred meters.

“How many times can you hide?”

Herod frantically extracted artifacts from the long river of history and threw them at Ye Qingzhou one after another.

Kongtong Seal, Donghuang Bell, Fuxi Harp, Nuwa Stone... legendary artifacts appeared one after another, each with the power to destroy the world.

There were constant explosions in the Gobi Desert, the ground was cracking, and the sky was dyed into strange colors by the light of various artifacts.

Ye Qingzhou shuttled between the attacks of the artifact, and the golden arrow in his chest continued to weaken his strength.

The sound of a piano brushed past his shoulder, taking away a piece of flesh and blood.

A ray of divine light passed across his calf, leaving a wound deep enough to see the bone.

But still he advanced, approaching Herod step by step.

"Impossible! Why aren't you dead yet?"

Herod stepped back in horror and reached into the void again, but this time he grabbed nothing: "No, history has rejected me."

"Each artifact has its own will."

Ye Qingzhou finally came in front of him, blood dripping from the tip of his sword: "You have stolen too much, and you have sinned against the heavens. You have narrowed your own path."

"Damn it!"

Herod could only detonate all the artifacts, create a strong space shock, and then take the opportunity to escape from the battle.

"Hagrid, go!"

The two men fled northward, and Xianre didn't want to continue to fight.

Ye Qingzhou's sword light cut through the sky, chasing the two fleeing figures in front.

The golden arrow of destruction in his chest penetrated deeper with every breath, and the dark golden blood had soaked through his white robe.

Up ahead, Herod the Fire Thief glanced back, his golden hair flying in the wind and a hint of fear in his green eyes.

He suddenly opened the ancient book in his hand and his fingers slid quickly across the yellowed pages.

"Hagrid! Stop him!"

Herod snapped.

The giant beast Hagrid let out a deafening roar, and his body suddenly expanded in the air.

Scales emerged from under his skin, gleaming metallically in the sun. His spine extended, his tailbone protruded, and in the blink of an eye he transformed into a terrifying half-human, half-dragon creature over fifty meters long.

Bloodline transformation, dragon form!
"Ye Qingzhou!"

Hagrid's voice was like thunder rolling: "You are courting death!"

The dragon's tail swept across, compressing the air to the extreme, forming a shock wave visible to the naked eye.

Ye Qingzhou dodged the attack narrowly, but the aftermath still pushed him back hundreds of meters.

Below is a vast plain.

Tens of thousands of soldiers were fighting, with the sounds of steel colliding, artillery roaring, and screams intertwined.

This is the battlefield of the decisive battle between the Northern Alliance and the Principality of Kyros.

The intrusion of the three martial saints was like three meteorites falling into an ant colony.

“What is that?”

A Northern Alliance soldier looked up at the sky and the assault rifle in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

The first to react were the artillery of the Principality of Kyros. Twelve 155mm howitzers turned their muzzles at the same time and aimed at the huge dragon shadow in the sky.

"Fire!"

The commander gave the order.

Twelve dazzling red beams of light streaked across the sky and accurately hit Hagrid's dragon body.

The bombardment, powerful enough to shatter the city walls, only left a few charred marks on the scales.

Hagrid looked down, a hint of contempt flashing in his vertical pupils.

He took a deep breath, his chest expanded like a bellows, and then—dragon's breath gushed out.

A torrent of golden-red flames fell from the sky, covering the entire artillery position.

Steel melted into molten iron, rocks turned into glass, and the soldiers were vaporized in one thousandth of a second, without even having time to scream.

The battlefield within a radius of three miles was instantly turned into scorched earth.

"No!!"

The surviving Union soldiers dropped their weapons and fled.

Fear spread like a plague. The soldiers of the two armies forgot to fight each other and just fled for their lives.

Ye Qingzhou ignored the chaos below, his eyes were always fixed on Herod who wanted to take the opportunity to escape.

"Want to escape?"

The magic weapons behind him made clear sword sounds, and Ye Qingzhou's figure turned into a stream of light, bypassing Hagrid's interception and chasing after Herod.

Herod turned around and saw Ye Qingzhou approaching, and his face changed drastically.

He bit his finger hard and dripped blood onto the ancient book.

"The Dead Sea Scrolls, guided by blood, summon the divine artifact to the world!"

A crack appeared in the void, and a golden sword slowly emerged.

One side of the sword is engraved with the sun, moon, and stars, and the other side is engraved with mountains, rivers, and plants. The hilt is inlaid with countless gems, exuding an aura as vast as the ocean.

"Xuanyuan Sword!" Herod held the hilt of the sword with a crazy smile on his face: "Ye Qingzhou, taste the power of the human race's holy sword!"

When the sword is swung, the sky and the earth change color.

The golden sword energy swept in like a tsunami, distorting space and cracking the earth wherever it passed.

Ye Qingzhou remained expressionless as he held the Xuanyuan Sword across his chest, and the black and white energies then intertwined to form a Tai Chi pattern.

"Tai Chi is infinite, and is invulnerable to all attacks!"

The golden sword energy collided with the Tai Chi diagram, bursting out with dazzling light.

The shock wave spread in a circular shape, and the walls of the three cities below collapsed like paper, and thousands of houses were razed to the ground.

"Don't you have your own artifacts in the West? Why do you always steal our artifacts in the East?"

A trace of blood flowed from the corner of Ye Qingzhou's mouth, and the golden arrow in his chest penetrated deeper.

But he did not retreat but advanced, his body as fast as lightning, crossing a distance of a thousand meters in an instant, and stabbed Herod's throat with a sword. (End of this chapter)