Chapter 921 The Spirit Demon Saint Fist

"How did this seven-star refining gourd become like this?" Mo Tian asked in confusion.

This is also the first time he has encountered this situation in such a long time.

"Is this because I met the King's Soldier?" Zhao Chen frowned and guessed.

Not only that, Zhao Chen also found that Mo Tian’s King’s Soldier was also incomplete, otherwise Zhao Chen would probably have no way to survive.

Then, the Sky-Slaying Gallow broke away from Zhao Chen's control, and the Seven-Star Refining Gourd also broke away from Mo Tian's control. The two continued to rotate into the air, creating a violent hurricane, which immediately collided with each other.

At this time, the aura became particularly chaotic, and it seemed that a crack appeared in the space, which was the horror of the King's Soldier.

"Sharp and clang!" The sounds of metal collisions kept coming, and it was obvious that the two kingly soldiers were fighting.

"I understand. The Sky-Slaying Ji wanted to devour the seven-star refining gourd, and the Seven-Slaying Ji wanted to devour the Sky-Slaying Ji. This is a battle of the king's soldiers." Zhao Chen instantly analyzed the whole story, and guessed it almost the same.

"Haha, so that's it. Let's see if your Sky-Slaying Gallow is powerful or my Seven-Star Refining Gallow." Mo Tian smiled indifferently, as if he was full of confidence in the Seven-Star Refining Gallow.

At this time, Li Shang, who was standing aside, couldn't figure out the situation when he saw such a strange scene. "The battle between spiritual weapons? These two people are really not simple, especially Zhao Chen can actually fight Lin Tianjiao to this point!"

Zhao Chen's strength has exceeded Li Shang's imagination. Thinking about it, Li Shang regarded Zhao Chen as a goal of transcendence, but Zhao Chen has now thrown him out of 100,800 miles, but this did not make Li Shang feel discouraged, but it also stimulated him even more.

"Zhao Chen, one day I will surpass you!" Li Shang made up his mind and decided to say to himself.

As the two kingly soldiers fought, Zhao Chen and Mo Tian did not neglect at all. At the same time, both of them began to make seals and perform one profound martial arts after another.

Fortunately, Zhao Chen also had the blessing of the Heart-Devouring Sky Flame and the Undead Coffin, and he could only deal with it for a while.

Both temporarily lost the help of the King's Army, and this battle depends entirely on one's own strength to fight.

"Batian Fist, break the purple flame!" Zhao Chen shouted loudly, and a purple firework slowly appeared in the void. Then the Heart-Devouring Sky Flame attached to the purple firework, forming a huge fist, causing waves of heat, and running towards Mo Tian.

"Zhao Chen, you are really strong, and you are beyond my imagination. If there is no hatred between us, I would rather save your life and make you my right-hand man." Zhao Chen kept bringing him great surprises for the first time between Mo Tian and Zhao Chen.

It can be seen that Mo Tian is also a combat madman. The stronger the opponent, the more excited he is. Obviously, Zhao Chen's strength makes him very satisfied.

Mo Tian licked his scarlet tongue, smiled with a ghost look and said, "Spiritual Demon Holy Fist!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a trace of pure demonic aura appeared on Mo Tian, ​​and then gathered on his fist, which was very strange.

After a moment, a black fist, with rich soul power, flashed with devouring lights, and rushed towards Zhao Chen.

"Spiritual Demon Holy Fist? How could he use the martial arts of the Demon Clan?" Zhao Chen recognized at a glance that Mo Tian was using the martial arts that only the Demon Royal Family could. He was surprised for a moment, frowned, and looked at Mo Tian with sharp eyes.

"Boom boom boom boom!" Then the two fists collided, and a violent roar sounded, and a fire suddenly soared into the sky, illuminating the sky even brighter. This was not over. Mo Tian completely crushed Zhao Chen this time, and the dark fist was still moving towards Zhao Chen at full speed.

In desperation, Zhao Chen quickly began to make seals with both hands, and an unprecedented solemn look appeared in his eyes, "Nine Yang Seals; one Seals destroy mountains and rivers, two Seals destroy mountains and rivers, three Seals destroy seas, four Seals destroy earth, five Seals destroy sky, and six Seals destroy blue sky... Blue Sky Seals!"

Then Zhao Chen's handprint fell, and a huge token of the spiritual coffin on the front and the back appeared in front of Zhao Chen, and rushed straight towards the dark fist.

"Boom!" With a huge roar, the Blue Sky Seal and the Spirit Demon Holy Fist collided with each other, and they also showed absolute advantages to slowly suppress it.

At first, the Spirit Demon Holy Fist would resist, but as time went by, it was still completely sealed. However, Zhao Chen's Qingtian Seal completely dissipated at this moment, and he returned to tranquility again for a moment.

"Baoba!" Mo Tian was not panicked, but instead clapped his hands and looked at Zhao Chen with admiration.

"I have to admit that you are the most difficult opponent I have ever encountered so far." Mo Tian sighed sincerely.

"So too! But how could you use the martial arts of the Demon Royal Family?" Zhao Chen's spiritual power was consumed very quickly. At this time, his face looked a little pale. Fortunately, the swallowing of the Forbidden Sword was helping Zhao Chen recover his spiritual power.

Zhao Chen did not feel the aura of the demon from Mo Tian, ​​which also ruled out that Mo Tian was the demon, but it was impossible for outsiders to use the Spirit Demon Holy Fist except the Heavenly Demon Royal Family.

This is exactly what puzzled Zhao Chen. This is the first time Zhao Chen had encountered such a situation after dealing with the demon in his previous life.

"Your knowledge is far beyond my imagination. You can actually recognize the martial arts of the Demon Royal Family?" Mo Tian looked at Zhao Chen with a little surprise and said with confusion on his face.

"Who are you?" Mo Tian and Zhao Chen asked the same thing, which shows that Mo Tian also began to doubt Zhao Chen's identity.

"Are you a demon?" Zhao Chen did not answer Mo Tian. What he is most concerned about now is the question of the demon.

This damn demon really can't hide from anywhere.

Hearing this, Mo Tian smiled, laughing frivolously, "Do you think I look like a demon?"

"Then why did you use the Spirit Demon Holy Fist?" Zhao Chen asked hurriedly.

"Zhao Chen, I really want to tell you about this because you are about to die. Logically, I shouldn't have any hiding from you, but I just won't tell you, hahaha..." Mo Tian had already felt that there was not much spiritual power in Zhao Chen's body, and he had already determined that Zhao Chen would die.

At this time, the two kingly soldiers in the air were still fighting hard, and it seemed that they could not decide the winner for a while.

"But I can give you the opportunity to ask me two questions." Mo Tian's eyes were filled with tragedy, and he wanted Zhao Chen to slowly feel the approaching breath of death.

Zhao Chen pondered for a moment and said slowly: "What level is your divine vein?"
Chapter completed!