I Am Loaded with Passive Skills Chapter 4316: 2011: Player3

Capítulo 4316: Chapter 2011: Player_3

“Frost blows on the peak, break!”

A beam of golden light pierces through the Nine Heavens.

Wen Ting takes on a fingertip strike, his neck bursts with a bloody hole, taking half of his chin with it.

At this mont, even the Great Tribulation of the Ancestral God’s Destruction felt a shock, evidently noticing the dispersal of the tribulation endurer’s body, spirit, and will, no need for further thunder calamities to descend.

Yet a blue Saint Xin is cut down.

The sword pointed out by Wen Ting transforms into a slender frost sword, and as he is being shattered himself, it slashes across the sky directly severing Saint Xin’s arm.

“Sizzle!”

Blood sprays.

The five regions collectively gawk.

Even Saint Xin finds it hard to believe, this actor is so resolute, betting life and death to sever his own arm.

In a hurry, He flips over, invoking the Power of Divinity, directly turning his severed arm into an avatar, barely maintaining the World Sealing Chains.

Above the Nine Heavens, Wen Ting witnessing this, seems like a last mont of consciousness in despair, sword light splits his pupils.

Under his feet, a dazzling Way of the Sword Power Upanishad Formation unfolds.

The diagram’s divine path patterns whimsically transform into a trickling stream, finally rging into a torrential Sword Qi River, within erging silhouettes of ancient swordsn.

Featuring ancient tis’ Sword Ancestor, Feng Wuhen, Hua Weiyang, Chengxue, Blackie, with the Straw-Hatted Guest, Master Taiyi, Ling Cang, including Senior Rao Yaoyao, Gu Yu…

Ultimately, nearly materializing the figure of Bazhun’an!

“The Path cos in dreams, Qingju resides in the heart asking.”

“When awake Hua Weiyang, when the sword rests Lonely Building’s shadow!”

With this sword phrase uttered, the five regions’ people’s scalps tingled, even Saint Xin felt his soul quiver, producing fear.

Too familiar!

Bazhun’an’s sword!

Fantasy Sword Technique, Third Realm, A Thousand Autumns in a Great Dream!

Should he actually be pulled into the Dream Realm, even a re Ancestral God avatar, Wen Ting could casually sever with a sword, the Ti Realm Channel wouldn’t hold.

Not to ntion atop the Sword Qi River, the figure of Bazhun’an was forming, if Bazhun’an also was summoned forth, even if rely a shred of intent…

Stop him!

Demon Ancestor gathers myriad spiritual will, sacrifices a drop of ancestral blood, abruptly splitting a vertical pupil’s pattern at the brow center, soul black light shooting afar:

“Soul-Fixing Eyes!”

K-crack——

This mont, the utterly retreatless Wen Ting, directly shot.

That one sword, A Thousand Autumns in a Great Dream rose to ninety percent, ultimately fell short, directly collapsing on spot, transforming into silver-white sword light scattering throughout the sky.

“Primordial Mother Coffin, seal!”

Saint Xin truly fears now, dares not grant this guy a slightest chance, who knows if he’d sacrifice sothing else, unleash another sword.

The Primordial Mother Coffin moves from back to front, sealing the defenseless Wen Ting into the coffin.

With the sealing lid nailed, the dust settles.

The Nine Heavens Ancestral God’s Destruction Tribulation arrives enthusiastically, departs disappointed.

That lody once resounding through the five regions, now ceases here, the path unachieved, visions dead on arrival.

“Third Realm, can only sever His one arm…”

Outside Nanli Realm, Elder Wuyue droops his eyelids, grips The Voice of Nulan in hand, sighs silently.

He won’t intervene.

Because he sees no hope of success.

Setting aside the need to guard the Ti Realm Channel, even a fraction of Saint Xin’s strength wasn’t forced out.

To go forth would be to invite death, without exception!

“Huff.”

Beside the Ti Realm Channel, Saint Xin exhales deeply, relieved without danger.

Though the Zero Ancestral God must maintain the Ti Realm Channel, having been directly severed an arm, the ancient swordsman’s Unlimited, He has once again experienced.

Yet…

“This is the end.”

The five regions’ every ballad, finally sung.

Turning back, Saint Xin just intended to retrieve his Ancestral God avatar, to continue maintaining the World Sealing Chains, waiting for the Tree of mory to fully form.

Then suddenly, below erupts a fierce voice, defiantly resolute, like being provoked to madness by the ancient swordsman’s life-ending desperation:

“Are the fortunes of kings, nobles, and generals predetermined?!”