Chapter 223: Holy Demon's Blade
roar
roar
hundred meters.
The two were separated by a hundred meters.
The magic light and the sword rain collided.
this moment.
The two punched the opposite side at the same time.
Pure power.
absolute power.
Body and will, ignoring all attacks.
Kacha
Destructive force strikes.
Su Ling and Wen Jiumeng retreated at the same time.
distance between the two.
Ten miles away again.
but.
The two of them didn't stop, as if they had made an appointment, punched each other with punches, each punch carrying a destructive power, such a power, enough to tear apart any martial arts powerhouse.
distance.
Hundreds of thousands of onlookers.
There is no shortage of Martial Gods, and there are even many celestial phenomena.
See the two fighting.
All are shocking.
This has surpassed the imagination of Wushen and Tianxiang.
"Wen old dream."
"Is that so?"
Su Ling said lightly.
he knows.
This Wen Jiu Meng's strength is far from that.
Hit it like this.
Is boring.
"It hits like this."
"It's really boring."
"The last blow."
Wen Jiumeng opened his mouth.
heart.
Although angry.
But I have to admire Su Ling.
Or.
Heroes cherish heroes.
Of the eight major sects and demon sects, the only ones who can compete with him are the first son of the Taiyue Tianzong and the first young master of the demon sect, and now there is one more Su Ling.
even.
He is not afraid of the first young master and the first son of Taiyue Tianzong.
Instead, he was afraid of this Su Ling.
This Su Ling.
Give him an unfathomable sense of the unknown.
What exactly?
He couldn't tell either.
"Row."
"Actually, you are not my opponent."
"Not today."
"In the future, you and I will not be in the same world."
Su Ling said lightly.
talking room.
Back in shape.
The whole body has no breath.
The sword formation disappeared.
The momentum disappeared.
The same is true for Wen Jiumeng, after the violent retreat.
The demon body disappeared.
The magic light disappeared.
two people.
Standing calmly in the air.
but.
this moment.
In Wen Jiumeng's hand, a blood-colored long knife appeared. At the moment when the long knife appeared, the sky was covered with dark clouds and thunder roared, as if the sky was furious.
Terrible super treasure.
Within a hundred miles.
Everything withers.
Not a trace of vitality.
The energy of countless powerhouses was sucked away by the blood-colored long knife.
this situation.
To frighten countless strong men.
Step back quickly.
Straight back to the top of the city wall, looking at the two young men like gods and demons in the distance in horror.
"Su Ling is not afraid of Wen Jiumeng's holy devil's blade?"
"Two people, it's too scary."
"I didn't expect that the first genius of the Demon Sect and the first genius of the Misty Sect would be so terrifying."
"I don't know which of the two is stronger in the end."
"This battle is so exciting."
"..."
The voices of discussion continued.
all.
Staring into the distance.
The strong eyes are very relaxed.
Although hundreds of miles apart.
But see clearly.
"Blade of the Holy Demon."
"One of the three holy relics of my holy religion."
"This is the first time it's been used."
Wen Jiumeng said softly.
Bloody long knife.
Lift slowly.
The sky kept screaming and shaking.
The mountain peaks within a radius of a hundred miles have already collapsed.
There is a mess everywhere.
The voice fell.
The blade of the holy devil slashed towards Su Ling.
Immediately.
A blood-colored sword light appeared in the space, and the sword light devoured all things and destroyed the world.
"Finish."
Su Ling's face was calm.
Mouth with a smile.
Reach out with one hand.
I see.
A golden lotus flower appears in the palm of the hand.
The golden lotus.
Twelve petals.
Exudes colorful light.
In an instant.
The lotus became ten meters in size.
Twelve-petal lotus.
Turned into twelve multicolored rays of light to meet the blood-colored sword light, at the same time.
Su Ling stood on top of the golden lotus.
Break the space.
Go towards Wen Jiu Meng.