How far is the difference between the holy level and the saint?

Literally speaking, the holy stairs refer to the magic powerhouse who has stepped on the "stairs to the holy realm". The holy stairs are the magic powerhouses who have finished the ladders and are already in the holy realm.

However, how can we complete the ladder leading to the holy realm, enter the holy realm from the holy realm, and thus become the most powerful saint under the gods?

In fact, it is simple, to accumulate enough magic power and then silence it, so that it can transition from the dusk stage to the sunset stage, and evolve into a unique holy land.

In other words, the dusk-level magician who controls the "energy into the microscopic" realm and can perfectly control the magic power of space can be called the holy level. And the sunset-level magician who has evolved his own special holy land and can open up a small world can be called the holy. The holy is the abbreviation of the "holy power".

The magic of the Saint in Black has passed through dusk and reached the early stage of the Sunset level many years ago. The dark pure land he evolved can block the full bombardment of most magics, and its defense ability cannot be said to be not strong.

But the "disorder cutting" evolved from the "Destruction Wind Blade" happens to be a magic that focuses on tearing defense. It is like the peak duel between the strongest spear and the strongest shield, and the "disorder cutting" in Xia Wushuang's hands is obviously slightly better.

After all, the Destruction Wind Blade was once used in the hands of a god demon, cutting a planet, and its power was similar to a forbidden technique. It is naturally self-evident.

When the saint in black held a trace of luck, he risked his life to support the Pure Land of the Holy Land for the second time. The moment when Xia Wushuang's skill runes cooled, he rushed in directly, and ten swords cut out ten blue sword marks of destruction, and once again cut in disorderly order to destroy the other party's Pure Land of the Holy Land.

The saint in black coughed up blood. He was obviously stunned by Xia Wushuang's fight. He kept flying backwards, and his attention began to shift around the small world, hoping that the woman who came with him would appear.

"Are you waiting for that woman?" A hint of mockery appeared in Xia Wushuang's eyes. Although he knew that he had the ability to compete with the powerful people in the Holy Realm, the pleasure of fighting over the level when he really fought against such an invincible strong man under such a god was unimaginable.

It's like a big cat, pinching the hind legs of a tiger and constantly swaying around. It makes people feel funny and scary.

"The gods on the moon cannot tolerate you living in this world!" The black-clothed saint stained his battle suit with blood and kept trying to stay away from Xia Wushuang.

"Don't worry, they won't know me for the time being. And when they know me, I've already arrived at the throne at that time, and I may not be afraid of them!" Xia Wushuang sneered. His fingertips looked in the air. Suddenly, a video appeared in front of the two of them.

It was a battle in a small world, on the other side of the land. A woman in white held the artifact Tiancongyun Sword in her hand, and fought against Liantian with a half-footed Frost Bone Dragon that stepped into the holy realm. She seemed to be in a retrograde battle against the saint, suppressing the Frost Bone Dragon above her own realm infinitely under all kinds of terrible magical techniques.

"How is it? Give up struggling. You are dead before their battle ends." Xia Wushuang continued to attack the tight nerves of the Saint in Black with words, guiding him to make a wrong choice.

Looking at the image of a battle with Liantian in front of him, the black-clothed saint's pupils suddenly shrank. A trace of extreme fear finally appeared in his eyes. He did not expect that there was another killer move hidden in Xia Wushuang's small world.

It has to be said that the saint in black is fighting for his life. His skill to sacrifice the sacred mountain will definitely not belong to him. It is likely to be some supreme existence, a mark imprinted in his soul. And he himself needs to pay a terrible price to activate this rune mark and awaken the divine power hidden in his soul of the supreme existence.

Xia Wushuang's body was broken and broken. Fortunately, she was prepared and wisely protected her soul. Therefore, this move to awaken the power of the gods did not cause any trauma to his spirit.

However, what surprised him was that after the saint in black exerted the last divine power, he saw that he was still not dead, without saying a word, turned around and punched the sky, and alone, bravely drifting towards the endless storm world of endless nothingness.

After all, he is a saint and has the ability to cross the nothingness with his body. Even if he spends tens of thousands of years, drifting in the world of nothingness is better than dying at the hands of a human saint. Moreover, once he encounters the great fortune and finds other spaces that can be landed in a short time, as long as he informs the gods in the moon, it will be Xia Wushuang's death.

"I want to leave! Have you asked me if I have any!" The golden rune of Xia Wushuang's eyebrows "Blood Sword Knitting the Earth" shone brightly, and it was completely integrated with the Demon of Demon. I heard the magnificent war songs in the world that were unexplained, as if a god-war battle was started, with its power for the momentum.

The gift of liberation was matched with the Demon Jue. After the great world was shattered into three thousand small worlds, the strongest attack magic in the world was once again displayed. Xia Wushuang slashed out his sword, and the crossed blue-purple slash was like a ruthless cross judgment, instantly setting the saint in black into endless nothingness.

"You will definitely regret it!" The saint in black screamed heart-wrenchingly, his body shattered inch and turned into ashes.

"If you let you escape, you will truly regret it." Facing the broken space, Xia Wushuang stretched out his hand and turned into a six-colored magic clutch to explore the void, and took a large handful of spiritual equipment and a black saint's relics into his own pocket.

"Ahem! The saints are indeed not easy to deal with." Xia Wushuang seemed extremely weak, and coughed up a mouthful of original blood. He was seriously injured and forced his magic power to perform his strongest attack just now. Now he had to take several holy medicines again to recover from his injuries as quickly as possible.

After that, he did not stop for a moment, disappeared step by step, and quickly rushed to the small world and another battlefield.

And when he arrived, poor Nesario was almost out of reach.

The woman in white was too strong. She used her holy body to reverse the saint's body, and various magical techniques were frequently displayed, and she beat Nesario to run away with her head and could only restrain the opponent with her slightly better flight speed.

"Hi! The beauty has been missing for a long time. After sixteen years, do you miss me?" Xia Wushuang flashed and suddenly appeared from the void, blocking Nasario, whose ribs had been broken. He smiled with a warm smile and looked at the familiar girl in white in front of him.

"You turned out to be that moon rabbit! Back then, you killed all the rabbits in the canyon!" When Yi Ji saw Xia Wushuang, her handsome star eyes widened, and the Tiancongyun sword in her hand buzzed. An emotion of being teased and betrayed surged into her heart, and even her eyes turned red. (To be continued...)

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