The golden spear tore through the sky and slid through the front of Qin Wuyang's nose. The nose could even smell the faint smell of blood on the spear. Even though Qin Wuyang was absent-minded at this time, being able to shoot out this spear that almost disfigured him was enough to prove that this person must be an extraordinary master.

Qin Wuyang frowned slightly, who is so ignorant?

Turning his head and looking, he saw Apollo driving through the sky with a golden chariot. On the spacious chariot, Apollo bent his bow with his hands, and more than thirty phantoms flashed, bent his bow, rigged arrows, and fired. All postures were available, without missing out.

A long golden arrow splashed out like rain. It was with this unparalleled arrow skill that Apollo was able to break out of the siege. The golden spear was arrogant and agile in the air, like a dragon, and the interception of dozens of angels was all gone. The spear passed through several unlucky winged angels, drew a perfect arc in the air, and returned to Apollo's hands again.

"Cowicub who wants to escape, dare to fight me!" Apollo's divine power was about to be exhausted, and the hoarse voice could be heard. His master was already at the end of his strength! Whether it was the armor with scars and scars or the seemingly scrapped chariot, he was talking about the extremely tragic battle Apollo had experienced.

Even so, the moon god Artemis, lying on the chariot, had a gentle and quiet expression, and was in the deepest dreamland. Obviously, Apollo took good care of his sister and did not cause any harm to her.

However, with Qin Wuyang's slaughter, the Olympus League of Gods has collapsed, and only three or two kittens are still resisting, while the Angel Legion is still intact.

This huge difference is enough to destroy the will of the resister. The ancients have always taught us that two fists cannot defeat four hands, and heroes cannot resist many people. The angel that rushed over like an ant instantly destroyed Apollo's victory. Now he only hopes for a decent death!

Looking at Apollo who was exhausted and had a dim eye, Qin Wuyang instantly understood the other party's intention. Apollo raised his spear and pointed at Qin Wuyang from afar.

The angel flying around was ready to attack, as if he wanted to attack and take down the evil god in their eyes. Qin Wuyang originally disdained Apollo's behavior, but according to his personality, he would have left without hesitation. However, Artemis, who was lying flat on the golden chariot, aroused a trace of nostalgia for him.

How similar is Apollo's former self at this moment? He still wants to protect his sister even if he fights to the death. Qin Wuyang's eyes flashed, and a smile that was hard to understand appeared on the corner of his mouth.

As you wish!

The Milky Way star sand wrapped around the wrist spread out like a horse, building the most fierce divine sword, the Milky Way. The five-colored pearls shone brightly at the same time, and the power of the Five Prisons Sword Sutra suddenly emerged on the blade. Black, white, green, red and blue, and the power surged like the sea. It seemed that it was possible to escape from the constraints of the blade at any time and show off its power.

The blade is hundreds of feet long, and there has never been such a fierce and domineering weapon since ancient times. Before the move was activated, the flying angel was like a bird who encountered a natural enemy and did not dare to stay around and escape from afar.

Qin Wuyang was not in the mood to pay attention to these waste materials, and so was Apollo.

Under the terrifying pressure of the Milky Way, Apollo was not panicked at all. He sorted out his somewhat confused outfit, threw away the bow and arrow, tidied up his helmet, armor, and skirt, without any miss. Finally, Apollo gently brushed the back of Artemis' head, and then kissed her forehead gently. He stood up, his face full of regret and reluctance.

Even though he was nostalgic, Apollo did not stay for too long. In the end, Apollo resolutely abandoned the golden carriage that had been used for thousands of years, and rushed towards Qin Wuyang like a moth that was flying into fire.

Apollo held his spear in both hands, burning his nearly infinite life, and rushed towards Qin Wuyang with an unyielding momentum. Such a brave behavior should have a tragic will that could tear apart the white clouds and block the sun and the moon. However, Apollo did not do this. Qin Wuyang felt only the desire to die, which was the desire to die even if he was indulged in life. Apollo was not here to seek victory, but to seek death.

The sacred mountain has been lost and all the clans have been destroyed. Even if he can break through the siege and survive, will he be Apollo or Apollo?

Apollo was aging at a speed visible to the naked eye, but the golden light emitted by him was dazzling, as if there were two days in the sky. The closer angel was shining by the golden light, like a flying insect hitting the power grid, falling all over the ground with crackling sound.

This is the last blow that Apollo stayed in the world. With his pursuit of perfection, he must be fantastic and magnificent, unique, and in this way, he can be worthy of his identity and his death.

Qin Wuyang understood the other party's will and was ready to fulfill it. He sighed slightly, if his cultivation was insufficient, would he one day be like Apollo, not be able to survive, but only seek a gorgeous death.

No matter how much he sighed, Qin Wuyang would not stop his actions, otherwise he would be killed by Apollo's desperate attack, which would become the biggest joke.

The long sword fell slowly. Unlike Apollo's domineering behavior that was like the thunder of the Nine Heavens, when the blade fell, it was gentle like a caress between lovers.

Qin Wuyang's eyes were like eagles and falcons, which was exactly the opposite of this sword force, or it could be said that water and fire were incompatible. Qin Wuyang stared at Apollo tightly, looking at the other party's handsome and peerless face, and was plowed countless gullies in an instant, becoming old and unbearable. He refused to let go of every change. This is the most intuitive manifestation of time like flowing water, and it is also the last glory of a man. How could there be no strong man to record all this?

Apollo was extremely fast. If he urged the golden carriage, he could almost advance at sub-light speed, and even Qin Wuyang could not compare with it.

But no matter how fast a person's speed is, Qin Wuyang is confident that they will never be faster than their own blade. The blade falls like a slow and fast, giving people the illusion that the entire space is easily broken by this knife like a watermelon.

Apollo saw the blade falling on his head, and without any surprise, shouted loudly, and the sound was as thunderous as thunder. The golden spear carried the magnificent golden light and rose leisurely like a giant pillar supporting the sky. In contrast, Apollo himself holding the spear was not conspicuous.

This spear is full of atmosphere and enchants people's minds. It gives people the feeling that if the sky is inclined, this pillar can be supported; if the sky is inclined, this pillar can be supplemented.

This is indeed Apollo's pinnacle work. If Zeus sees it, he will be pleased with someone else. If Ares sees it, even if he is as arrogant as him, he will have to write the word "天".

Qin Wuyang's eyes became softer like a falcon, and he smiled brightly, and then said, "Disappear!" Although Apollo was a peerless blow to burn life, Qin Wuyang did not hold back at all.

The blade that interprets chaos cuts through everything, and is unstoppable, even Apollo's golden spear is the same. Starting from the sharp spear, it goes straight down, as if nothing is in.

The moment the blade fell, Apollo turned his spear and finally made the blade slightly tilt. Even when he was close to death, Apollo did not open his kingdom of gods to survive, but used his last bit of strength to fight.

The blade trembled slowly, and let out a light whistle, then fell like a mountain, falling unstoppable, as if the blade was under it was just a piece of tofu. This was the first time that Qin Wuyang had made all his strength on the battlefield today, and his opponent was Apollo, who was incomplete in form.

After the blade, Apollo's body stopped, and his whole body's vitality was cut off, and there was no possibility of survival. His already old body was eroded by the power of chaos and had long turned into ashes.

Relying on the trace of divine power left in his body, Apollo was able to remain undefeated. He smiled at Qin Wuyang with a gentle intention. Until this time, the intention of Miejue and Death that was entangled around him had dissipated. Because the dead had no intention of death.

But that's all. With this warm smile, Apollo's body collapsed inch by inch and dissipated with the wind. However, Apollo's previous struggle was not meaningless. Although Qin Wuyang killed Apollo with one sword, he left the last bit of ability. As his body turned into ashes, Apollo's soul attached to the divine nature and floated back to his golden chariot.

A non-stable phantom smiled at Qin Wuyang, and a divine thought had already entered his sea of ​​consciousness and informed Qin Wuyang of Apollo's plan.

Apollo's divine nature burned instantly, setting off his soul like a god's mansion. Then, his soul was twisted and transformed into a strange symbol and integrated into Artemis's body.

It was not until this time that Qin Wuyang understood Apollo's plan. He hoped that he could let Artemis go, and he had eliminated the consequences for Qin Wuyang in advance.

Before kissing Artemis, Apollo gently stroked the back of his sister's head and had already disturbed the other's memory. After all, if they were divine power between them, Apollo would not be able to clear the other's memory even when Artemis was seriously injured and powerless. And the actions just now burned his divine nature to completely seal Artemis' memory.

This is how it is foolproof.

From then on, Artemis will completely remember his origin and experience. Apollo hopes that such a sister can survive, even if she lives so cruelly.

Maybe one day in the future, Artemis will wake up and hate his brother extremely much, but that will happen in the future, isn’t it?

Qin Wuyang walked up to the scrapped golden chariot, lowered his head and stared at the moon god, hesitating in his heart.

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