This altar was the dark altar condensed by Sauron. His real name had already been condensed in the altar. As soon as the altar appeared, one could feel that the surrounding heaven and earth energy, demonic energy, and even space were all solidified and slowed down. The invisible pressure of the Dao rhyme directly covered the surroundings. Layers of dark black curtains quickly covered the surroundings, like a sky curtain, covering the surroundings. Wherever it went, it was all dark. The surrounding area was completely shrouded in darkness.
puff!!
The golden Suzaku sniper bullet rushed directly into the dark sky. This sky was more terrifying than any other area. It was not only filled with dark power, forming a layer of black mist, but also carried a strong corrosive force. The endless dark power wrapped around the golden sniper bullet, madly corroding the power contained in the sniper bullet. It could be seen that the Suzaku divine flame on it was gradually dissipating.
However, this bullet is not an ordinary bullet. It is a bullet fired from the Suzaku sniper rifle, an innate spiritual treasure. It looks like a bullet, but it is also the pure power of the Suzaku. It can be real or illusory. It is completely condensed by the power of the Suzaku, and it is the power of the stars. It corresponds to the Suzaku constellation. The power contained can be imagined. The penetration power is even more amazing. As the bullet rotates, it constantly breaks through the obstruction of the dark sky.
Even though the power of Suzaku on the bullet was constantly dissipating, it did not change its pace of advancement.
Ding!!
The Suzaku bullet shuttled forward firmly, constantly breaking through the black sky, but when it approached Sauron, it could no longer move forward. It could be seen that the dark altar was blocking the sniper bullet. When the altar collided with the bullet, it naturally made a crisp sound. In this sound, countless mysterious black runes could be seen emerging from the altar, and countless ancient and mysterious sacrificial magic sounds continued to echo.
Mysterious dark laws flow in the altar.
When the Suzaku bullet landed on the altar, a layer of black light curtain appeared on the altar immediately. The light curtain did not block for long and soon shattered. The Suzaku bullet landed firmly on the altar, but made a crisp sound. The power of the Suzaku burst out instantly and turned into a layer of blazing Suzaku divine flame, which madly covered the dark altar and began to burn continuously, as if to melt the entire altar and burn it into ashes.
However, an endless supply of dark power emerged, constantly extinguishing the Suzaku Divine Flame.
During the process, it was like fire and water were incompatible. There were fiery noises, and the sacrificial texts were annihilated by the Suzaku Divine Flame, which was also constantly fading away. In the blink of an eye, all the Suzaku Divine Flame completely disappeared. On the dark altar, one could see tiny cracks appearing on it. Although there were not many cracks, and the cracks were not large, if one did not look carefully, one would not even notice them. But there were cracks.
This means that the altar has been damaged.
"What a powerful sniper kill. What a domineering innate spiritual treasure."
Soran's face was cold, almost livid.
You must know that when one reaches the Daotai realm, the altar that is refined is itself the fruit of the Dao, carrying one's own great Dao, and is constructed with rare objects of heaven and earth. The essence of rare objects of heaven and earth is not inferior to innate spiritual treasures. To some extent, the altar of the Daotai realm is an alternative innate spiritual treasure. At the critical moment, it will not be afraid of a collision with an innate spiritual treasure. A powerful altar can directly shatter an innate spiritual treasure.
This is the most important fundamental thing for monks.
Therefore, when refining the altar, almost all cultivators will try their best to collect the rare objects of heaven and earth that they need. The more precious the collected objects of heaven and earth, the more stable the altar will be, and the more powerful the power will naturally be. With their own growth, the top masters of great powers do not need to use innate spiritual treasures at all. A wisp of aura emitted from the altar can directly crush all kinds of magical weapons.
Sauron's dark altar has three layers in total. Under normal circumstances, the three-layer altar is strong enough to compete with ordinary innate spiritual treasures, but at this moment, it was severely damaged. Not only did it have cracks, but even the sacrificial texts on the altar were erased. It would take an unknown amount of time to repair it. The altar was connected to his life. When the cracks appeared, Sauron's body was like being bitten by lightning, and he spit out a mouthful of blood on the spot.
The altar was damaged, which would cut off his access.
The most terrifying thing is that the power of the Suzaku sniper rifle is so overbearing.
At this moment, standing outside the Dark Demon Castle, there was a man in a plain robe with a cold face. On his back, he had a long sword. The sword was simple and unadorned, hidden in the scabbard, and no sharpness could be felt.
It was Fu Hongxue.
"Good opportunity, let me make another move!!"
A cold light flashed in Fu Hongxue's eyes. Everything that had happened before was clearly seen in his eyes. Naturally, he understood that this was the weakest moment for Sauron. His armor was stripped off, his magic eye was stolen, and even his two eggs were gone. The Supreme Ring was stolen, and all his reliance was gone. He was also seriously injured. He had just received a fatal blow from the Suzaku Spear, and even his natal altar was damaged. It can be said that this was the weakest moment.
If you don't make the final move now, then when will you wait
It's a godsend.
In the blink of an eye, his palm had already landed on the hilt of the sword. Within his body, streams of blood, sword energy, and even sword intent, as well as his own spirit, were completely condensed in the sword in his hand. With the continuous infusion of power, one could see that the sword was constantly trembling in the scabbard, as if waiting for the moment to be unsheathed.
One inch!
Two inches!
Three inches!!
You can see the snow-white blade being pulled out of the scabbard inch by inch.
The art of sword drawing is not just about the faster the better, the higher the frequency of drawing is the better. That depends on the time and the place. The art of sword drawing that can be done quickly and with a high frequency is certainly powerful, and can be as fast as lightning, making it hard to defend against, but it is not the essence of sword drawing.
The real essence is to hide the sword in the sheath, accumulate strength in the sheath, and completely condense it in the sheath, so that the sword will can be tempered with spirit and energy, so that the sword will can burst several times, or even ten times, at the moment of unsheathing. With one strike, the world will be destroyed. It is truly invincible. That kind of sword is truly unstoppable. Indestructible. No one can easily perform such a sword-drawing technique.
Fu Hongxue practiced the sword-drawing technique, which was called the Heaven-Slashing Sword-drawing Technique. The sword intent contained the supreme will to cut the sky. Even if the sky was in front of him, he would still smash it all with one strike of the sword. To practice this sword technique, one must have the courage to cut the sky.
In the art of sword drawing, the longer you build up strength before drawing the sword, the greater the power.
The moment the sword is unsheathed, the power contained in the sword bursts out several times, quickly, fiercely and accurately. It hides its sharpness when it is sheathed and breaks new ground when it is unsheathed.
This is the power of sword-drawing techniques.
The first strike of the sword could almost decide life or death. The first strike was the most terrifying.
Fu Hongxue had been gathering strength since he stepped out of the Tongtian Pavilion and came here. Now, after only pulling out the sword a few inches, a sharp edge has already bloomed from the blade. Moreover, the process of pulling out the sword looks slow, and one can even see the scene of the sword being pulled out of the scabbard, every detail is clearly visible. In fact, it is not slow, but fast enough to deceive everyone's vision.
"What a great sword-drawing technique. He's a good opponent."
Not far away, a middle-aged man in a black robe, carrying an iron sword, kept his eyes on Fu Hongxue. A hint of fighting spirit subconsciously emerged in his eyes. Although he had just started to draw his sword, he could feel the supreme edge contained in the sword. The sword intent was no longer something that could be blocked by the scabbard.
"cut!!"
The moment the blade was completely pulled out of the scabbard, Fu Hongxue uttered a cold voice.
As soon as he finished speaking, the sword in his hand had already slashed out.
The incomparable sword intent soared into the sky, and along with the sword, it turned into a divine sword that pierced the sky and the earth. It was thousands of feet long, and the whole body was condensed into substance, making it impossible to see the slightest illusion. It was a supreme divine sword that was thousands of feet long. In the sword, it seemed as if countless creatures were shouting.
Cut the sky!
Cut the sky!!
When this knife falls, your sky will split open, all your gods and Buddhas will disappear, and the sun and moon will be eclipsed.
Snap!!
The sword light fell, and the barrier covering the dark magic castle emerged instantly, turning into a black light curtain covering the magic castle. However, under the sword light and the extremely terrifying sword intent, the barrier was instantly shattered, split directly from the middle, and torn into two halves. Sword intent is indestructible.
Boom! !
Under the sword light, the palace was shattered, and the demon soldiers and servants that were touched were instantly shattered by the sword light, and their souls were torn apart by the sword intent.
"Assholes, am I, Sauron, really going to let you guys bully me? Is this ever going to be enough? Do you think this is a public toilet?"
Sauron's nose was crooked with anger. It was really crooked. First, there was a group of thieves stealing, and then there was a killer who secretly assassinated him. This was not enough. There was also a killer who came to finish him off. What was he doing? Was he really worried that Sauron would not die? What was going on? Who was targeting him? Why was he so cruel? Although they were definitely not his opponents if they fought alone, he was fully armed and had the Supreme Ring in his hand. He was confident that standing here, these clowns would not be able to hurt him at all.
Whenever he thought of the One Ring, his heart twitched and it hurt.
However, it was no use saying these. He had already seen the sword light that pierced the sky and the earth. This sword posed a fatal threat to him. At this moment, there was no other way. The sword light came too fast. The only thing to do was to crash the dark altar towards the sky-cutting sword again.
"Crush him to pieces. I, Sauron, cannot be killed by anyone. Do you really think I won't get angry?"
Soran's face was ferocious, and his eyes were filled with rage and madness.
At this moment, even if it meant inflicting heavy damage, he had to let those thieves who were hiding in the dark know that he, Sauron, was definitely not someone who could be bullied by anyone.