Supreme Emperor of Swords - Chapter 902

[Chapter 902 The Wind Gone]

An unstoppable madness, like a hot flame, burned inside Ding Hao’s body, like a volcano that had been suppressed by the original brew for ten thousand years, and it was about to break through the suppression of the earth’s crust and exploded frantically.

Ding Hao subconsciously wanted to activate the rust sword.

Fight!

Even if it is to die, it must kill the three gods.

He must die!

At this moment, Ding Hao’s pupils completely turned blood red.

This is a harbinger of enchantment.

At the moment when the electric light was talking, the [Sheng Zi Jue] exercise suddenly and automatically ran wildly in Ding Hao’s body, and the consciousness of the [True Self] realm suddenly fluctuated violently, as if to suppress something. Then the last clear thought in his heart swept through the sea of consciousness, like a bolt of lightning shattering the darkness, causing Ding Hao to pause for a moment.

wrong!

where is wrong!

Ding Hao instinctively felt something was wrong.

This prevented him from taking action immediately.

Then in the next instant, another thing that no one expected happened again.

At the bow of the big ship, the smile on Ten God’s face solidified, and he supported Ding Shengtan in shock.

A very strange expression appeared on his face.

That was no joy.

Not excited either.

but by accident.

was astonished.

is shocked.

It’s… a trace of panic.

“You…how do you know…it’s impossible.” Ten Gods supported Ding Shengtan, and immediately urged the profound energy to be injected into Ding Shengtan’s body to heal his wounds, looking at Sanshenzi as if he had seen a ghost , his voice trembled.

“Haha, although I haven’t seen Big Brother in 16 years, I won’t be deceived by a fake. Tenth brother, your thoughts are too naive.” Ding Xinghua’s mouth curled into a contemptuous arc. He laughed sarcastically.

Counterfeit?

These three are like the thunder of the world, and they blasted fiercely in everyone’s mind.

Wu Feng and the other white-robed soldiers were stunned.

Ding not three Ding not four stunned.

Countless black armored army masters and sergeants were stunned.

The powerhouses from all sides were stunned.

Ding Hao was also stunned.

Fake… a fake?

Could that Ding Shengtan be… fake?

This accident made everyone including Ding Hao stunned. They originally thought that the three gods had betrayed the big god, but unexpectedly, such a thing happened, attracting countless strong men and large armies, causing the entire Eastern Continent to swirl undercurrents. Ding Shengtan turned out to be a fake, and it seemed that Ten Gods knew the truth before.

Countless thoughts flashed through Ding Hao’s mind.

He suddenly understood what had been wrong with him until now.

Yes, this Ding Shengtan didn’t let him feel that kind of strong blood family, the blood power in his body did not react at all, all his previous emotions were caused by the name Ding Shengtan, just subconsciously. Thinking that he was his father, the emotions accumulated over the years were too strong and burst out uncontrollably.

This is a conditioned reflex.

It is not an instinct that comes from the depths of the blood.

Now everything can be explained.

Why did the Shenting army follow the Shiwanda Mountains so accurately all the way? It was as if they knew that Ding Busi and the others would come here, and they set up layers of ambush and defense around the Shiwanda Mountain. This fake Ding Shengtan was passing the news, leaving clues and leading the army here.

Let a god-level powerhouse pretend to be Ding Shengtan, and he really imitated the essence of the gods and deceived too many people.

Ding Busan and Ding Busi would never have imagined that the person who drew the chasing soldiers was the uncle they rescued after a lot of hard work.

God did this, why?

Yes, it is to draw out those powers, forces, and powerhouses who are secretly loyal to their father and have been secretly accumulating power over the years to wait for their father’s return, and lead them to the light, and lead them to the 100,000 mountains and gather them together. Destroy it in one fell swoop.

Such a ruthless means.

…

“Cough cough… poof!”

The fake Ding Shengtan was standing at the bow of the big ship with broken limbs.

He gradually recovered a bit of vitality, his complexion was as gray as withered, his eyes were full of doubts and confusion, he looked at Ding Xinghua, the third son of the gods, and said with difficulty: “How did you find out? It took me ten years. Time to imitate him, listen to what he said, imitate his behavior, study his personality, and figure out what he used to like… Later, even I had hallucinations and felt that I was Ding Shengtan. How could you find out? ?”

“Imitation is not true after all.” Sanshenzi smiled lightly: “It has only been ten years for you, and since I was sensible, I have been following my elder brother, cultivating, eating, resting, fighting, drinking, playing, training… … I spent the first half of my body with my eldest brother, he is my relative, and the blood is exactly the same as mine in his body. My understanding of him goes deep into the bone marrow, you can deceive others, but you can’t deceive me. ”

“So it is.” The fake Ding Sheng sighed and said, “I should have thought of it a long time ago, thinking that the three gods were also a powerful figure in the world, and the Western Yuzu who killed them were terrified. If it wasn’t for the radiance of the great god and today’s god emperor too bright , covering up your brilliance, Sanshenzi, you can be regarded as a peerless genius for thousands of years, I should not underestimate you.”

The three gods looked calm and calm.

“I made a mistake this time, and I deserved to die.” The fake Ding Shengtan sighed slightly, six brilliance flowed in the broken body, and the whole person’s appearance and shape had undergone tremendous changes. Guan Yu, a middle-aged man with a clear demeanor, can be regarded as handsome and elegant, and when he was young, he was also a famous person.

“It turned out to be you.” Sanshenzi’s pupils shrank, and regretfully said: “[Three Thousand Absolute Swords] Shi Yihuang, ten years ago, was considered a famous knight in the Eastern Continent, with three thousand swords in his hand, traveling thousands of miles… A character like you would actually serve the pseudo-god emperor? It’s a pity, Qing Ben Jiaren, how can she be a thief?”

In the surrounding crowd, some people also recognized the true identity of this elegant middle-aged man.

[Three Thousand Absolute Swords] Shi Yihuang was also considered a legendary figure ten years ago. He claimed to have three thousand swords in his palm, and he had defeated countless master swordsmen. He is regarded as the young leader who has the greatest potential to challenge the two gods of the divine court and the thirteen gods among the geniuses of the human race in the Eastern Continent. Shi Yihuang is a man who is eager for justice and loves justice, hates evil as enmity, and does what he says. He is a dignified man, a man of the past.

But ten years ago, just when his fame was growing, he suddenly disappeared without a word.

Many people speculated that he may have fallen.

I didn’t expect it to appear today on such an occasion.

Shi Yihuang did not answer Sanshenzi’s sigh.

The wind blew through, pulling up his long black hair.

He sat down slowly, crossed his knees on the bow of the big ship, closed his eyes, his face was calm, he was running the profound art, and the sound of jingjing came out from his body, saying: “Ten Gods, please go back and tell Thirteen. Son of God, the favor I owe him, Shi Yihuang, has now been repaid, and since then, we will not owe each other… I can finally stand freely in this world again.”

Ten God’s face changed.

In the next instant, the sound of the clanking sword cries in Shi Yihuang’s body became clearer and clearer, like a long chanting of dragons in the void, and a dazzling brilliance erupted from his body.

“From now on, my world will be decided by me.” He sighed softly,

In this sigh, there is not only the emotion of the wasted good fortune, but also the relief of relief.

But I heard him say in a loud and generous voice: “I, Shi Yihuang, traversed the Eastern Continent all my life, and I have never hurt the heavens and harmed myself, and the sword in my hand has never been handed out to the kind and weak. Only this time pretending to be the Great Son of God… Third Son of God, thank you for this palm, which frees me from this.”

The voice did not fall.

shhhhhhhh!

Countless sword lights erupted from his body, directly piercing the void, like an endless rain of light, flowing in all directions, even the powerhouse of the gods could not stop such a rain of lightsabers, all in the blink of an eye. The lightsaber disappeared into the void,

Shi Yihuang’s figure was still sitting on the bow of the ship.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

The body was already rigid.

“Three thousand swords, whoever has a fate will get it.”

This is the last word that this once peerless genius left in this world.

The voice did not fall.

boom!

In the soft sound, Shi Yihuang’s body cracked like a broken sand sculpture, turned into fine and dense sand, and drifted everywhere with the wind, filling the strange and winding human race. Since then, it has disappeared between heaven and earth.

A god-level powerhouse has fallen.

For a while, everyone didn’t know what to say.

A tragic breath pervades the sky.

This peerless genius, who was once all-powerful, ended in such a form and drew the end of his legendary life, which is sighing and awe-inspiring.

Even Ding Hao felt sorry for Shi Yihuang at this moment.

This is indeed an upright hypocrite, but unfortunately, for some reason, he owes the false god emperor’s favor. Because he values his own promises and repays his kindness, he is forced to do such a thing. I want to come to him all these years. He was suffering all the time, as he said, the palm of the three gods really helped him get rid of it.

Sanshenzi also shook his head gently.

It’s really good luck, if there is no battle sixteen years ago, the court has embarked on a dark road since then, perhaps a genius like Shi Yihuang can still become friends.

“Ren Jie.” Ding Busan, who has always been taciturn, opened his mouth and made such an evaluation.

“I’m not as good as him.” Ding Busi also sighed.