Chapter 1,262: Heroes Are Never Absent

"The spirit of the white tiger! The Demon God Xingtian is finally resurrected. From now on, I will be the master of Xingtian and the new king of the world, hahahaha!"

Yaotian's bloody face was ferocious, and he looked up to the sky and laughed. His laughter echoed in the White Tiger Temple, filled with endless madness.

It seems that this world has fallen into the palm of his hand. As long as he wants to, he can cover the sky with one hand!

After a burst of laughter, Yao Tian gradually calmed down the joy in his heart. He raised his palm in the air, and a spiritual wind blew past. The white tiger spirit suspended on the stone tablet flew directly towards his palm.

However, at this moment, five gusts of wind suddenly shot from a distance, and took advantage of Yaotian's moment of relaxation to snatch the white tiger spirit in his hand.

The last treasure he could get was taken away by someone else. After Yao Tian clearly saw the bald man in the center of the other party, he became completely angry: "You bereaved dogs of the Hero Guild, how dare you come to stop it?" I!"

Holding the White Tiger Spirit in his hand, Wuxin raised his eyes indifferently, and a strong wave of spiritual power swept through the entire hall in an instant.

"Seven-star heavenly realm, your strength has been improved again?!"

Seeing Wu Xin's terrifying spiritual power fluctuations, Yao Tian couldn't help his eyelids twitching.

"Ah~ I was promoted a long time ago."

Wu Xin casually put the spirit of the white tiger into You Shu's palm. He immediately raised his cold eyes and slowly untied his cloak. His strong body outlined the shape of his white clothes.

Just when Wuxin showed his fighting spirit, Youshu took Lu Xi, Ye Suo and Ba Ba aside.

Seeing this, Yao Tian was slightly startled: "Wuxin, you want to fight with me alone?"

After touching each other with their fists, Wu Xin smiled lightly and said, "What, can't you do that?"

"Ha~ OK, it seems that I am really despised by you juniors..."

Yao Tian was so angry that he laughed back. He raised his palms and a wave of blood-red blood instantly rose from his feet.

The blood formed a red storm, and there was a faint pungent smell.

Although Yaotian's level was one star higher than Wuxin's, Youshu and the others scoffed without feeling nervous at all.

On the contrary, they all responded with an attitude of watching a good show, folding their arms across their chests and not interfering.

Seeing how arrogant they were, Yao Tian looked ferocious in the bright red storm. He moved his handprints, and a blood-red palm print flew directly towards Wuxin.

The blood palm condensed with blood rushed all the way, tearing a dark crack in the space along the way.

Yaotian's strength is in the Eight-Star Heavenly Dao Realm, which is still not far from the Star Realm, so when he exerts his spiritual skills with all his strength, he can easily tear apart the void.

Facing the scarlet blood mark coming towards him, Wu Xin's expression did not change. He just clenched his right fist that was churning with energy, and then with extremely fast movements, he punched out.

boom!

There was a loud noise in the White Tiger Temple, and the seemingly terrifying blood mark exploded into a blood mist with an unintentional punch. At the same time, Yao Tian let out a miserable howl and flew backwards.

He flew all the way out of the White Tiger Temple, and finally hit a stone pillar in the square. The stone pillar exploded, and Yaotian fell to the ground like soft mud, splashing with blood.

"Ahem, cough!"

Kneeling on the ground, he coughed twice violently. When Yao Tian raised his eyes, Wu Xin's figure had already appeared in front of him.

"you……!"

Finally, he was able to fight against the rumored boxing god Wu Xin. Now, Yao Tiancai had a profound understanding of how terrifying Wu Xin's strength was!

"It's just one star higher than me. What are you so proud of?"

Wu Xin's face was cold, and he suddenly punched out again.

Bang!

This punch hit Yao Tian's bloody face hard. The terrifying force actually drove a groove into the side of his face. As Yao Tian's eyes bulged sharply, a miserable howl resounded. Sky.

Yaotian's miserable howl, as loud as thunder, made those who were fighting at the foot of the mountain couldn't help but tremble in their hearts.

Yao Tian, ​​who fell in a pool of blood and received two unintentional punches in succession, had his vision blurred.

He struggled to get up, but his neck was broken and he could no longer move.

The majestic Domain Lord of the Blood Territory was defeated by the Heroes Guild unintentionally in such an understatement. If such a scene fell into the eyes of the world, I don't know how many people would be amazed.

In the blurred vision, the White Tiger Temple in the distance was vaguely distorted. Yao Tian shed a line of tears of blood in despair and unwillingness, staring at Wu Xin with his eyes, revealing endless hatred from the bottom of his heart.

"Unless Yao Tian dies, the blood domain will not perish. Sorry, your blood domain will perish."

Wu Xin lowered his eyes and smiled coldly, his fists clenched again, already emitting a dazzling spiritual light.

Being close at hand, after Yao Tian calmed down, he finally saw clearly the glove on Wu Xin's hand. When Wu Xin gathered spiritual power into the center of his fist, the glove would emit a strong light.

"It turns out that I lost to this artifact..."

When he was about to die, Yao Tian chuckled desperately and slowly closed his eyes.

boom! !

The third punch caused the entire holy mountain to tremble violently.

The blood mist in the sky gradually dissipated. This scene had already announced Yaotian's death.

At this moment, the Blood Territory army, with more than half of its dead and wounded, was completely desperate. They quickly threw down their armor and fled in panic.

"Don't chase the poor bandits!"

Wuxin gave a sharp shout, which made the disciples of the Holy Realm who were about to catch up were stunned.

Those people returned to the Holy Mountain under the leadership of the elders. They were all shocked when they looked at the five people in front of the main hall.

Who would have thought that the last people to protect the sanctuary would be the five surviving members of the Heroes Guild.

Slowly lifting the White Tiger Spirit and handing it into the hands of an elder in white, Wu Xin suddenly turned around and gave a thumbs up to his companions.

"Hero! Never absent! Punish evil in the world! Must die!"

The five people raised their fists in the air and shouted in unison. The heroic spirit resounded through the sky, making the tens of thousands of people in the sanctuary stunned.

Although the Heroes Guild has perished, the soul of heroes still lives on!

Looking at the bald old man holding the White Tiger Spirit, he quickly shouted: "Everyone, please stay!"

He paused, but Wuxin did not look back: "Is there anything else?"

"Well... we, the Sanctuary, are all grateful that these young heroes came to our rescue at this critical moment. Why don't we wait until the Great Elder comes back, and then we will solemnly send you off the mountain to express our gratitude."

"No need, heroes never leave their names behind."

Wuxin stepped on the sole of his foot, and his body suddenly rose into the air.

However, he had just flown a short distance when the space behind him was suddenly quickly torn open with a black mark.

A series of extremely huge auras suddenly appeared, causing Wu Xin and others to turn around in shock.

At the tear in the space, a woman wearing a light green dress stood proudly. Behind her, Jing Haichuan, Jing Haiqing, Hua Dounan, and Xiao Huan all exuded terrifying spiritual power that made people palpitate!