Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Nine: Has Ghost Hand Rebellious?
In the hand of the Demon Sword Demon is a black sword that is more than half a foot long. With both swords in hand, he is already in his prime.
The Prajna mask on his face became more ferocious in the thick black fog. He raised the big knife with both hands and slashed towards Yunmo.
"Humph, you're just trying to scare me!" Yun Mo sneered, a hint of contempt appeared in his eyes, and he instantly used his ghost hand.
Turning his wrist, he held the Yama Sword in his left hand and the scabbard in his right hand, and at the same time faced the Demon Sword Demon.
The cold blades collided together, making a crisp sound, and a circle of ripples visible to the naked eye rippled, forming a circular wave where the two collided. Within the wave, small pebbles
Constantly being shattered.
The Demon Sword Demon's attack failed, and his arms shook. The sword drew a path for a month and a half in front of him, and then he slashed at Yun Mo's head.
The sound of the blade colliding with the scabbard resounded in his ears, sending a sharp pain to Yun Mo's ghost hand.
After Yun Mo was hit by the ghost hand, the black mist on the knife bypassed the Yan Mo knife. The thick black mist on the blade suddenly poured into Yun Mo's ghost hand, devouring it crazily.
Yunmo's palm.
Groups of black mist wrapped around his palms, and a touch of black gradually appeared on the surface of Yun Mo's skin. Lines like black dragons appeared on his arms, which looked very scary.
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There were beads of sweat on Yun Mo's forehead, but his expression remained as usual.
The ferocious look in the eyes of the Demon Sword Demon was even more intense. He waved the sword in his hand and slashed at Yunmo again. The extremely sharp sword wind rustled the surrounding leaves.
"Hahahaha! Die, you little bastard!" The Demon Sword Demon shouted, swung his sword and chopped off Yun Mo's head.
This sword is like a crescent moon, and the dark elements on the blade are surging crazily, as if there is a destructive power condensed on his sword, as if it can tear the sky apart in the next moment.
Yun Mo saw this scene, his pupils flashed with a cold light, and his eyes were fixed on the sharp blade.
There was still a trace of contempt on his face. Just when the tip of the knife was about to pierce his head, he turned his wrist, blocked the scabbard in his right hand, and pointed the blade in his hand towards the Demon Sword Demon's head.
The abdomen was cut across.
This knife was as fast as lightning, with a biting sound and fierce wind.
There was a harsh sound between the sword wind and the blade, and the two people's weapons intertwined in the air, wiping out bursts of fire.
There was a loud noise, and the two weapons collided together again, making another loud noise.
The knives made a violent collision sound, sparks shot out, and bursts of pungent smell came out.
Where they fought, two deep ravines were cut on the ground, and their wrists were injured by each other.
Yun Mo shook off his hand. Guishou seemed a little disobedient. If Guishou hadn't reacted too slowly just now, the Yama Sword would have been thrust into the belly of the demon sword ghost.
"Be obedient!" Yun Mo yelled at Gui Shou in a low voice. At this time, Gui Shou was like a rebellious child, trying to confront Yun Mo.
Yun Mo raised his eyebrows slightly and took a closer look at the black mist surrounding the ghost hand. The black mist looked like small insects eating the shell of the ghost hand, and the smell was extremely unpleasant.
But Yun Mo felt that it was very familiar. Then he thought about it and thought that it was similar to the aura on the ghost sword in Tong Qianli's hand. Could it be that the reason why the demon puppet sword ghost went berserk had something to do with Nue?
"Boy, you know how powerful I am." The Demon Sword Demon looked at Yun Mo and waved his hands, and said sneerly: "Yesterday I wanted to spare your life, but I didn't expect that you would be my precious apprentice's opponent in a deadly fight.
, I can only kill you first. Just die in peace."
As the Demon Sword Demon said, the thick black mist on his body rolled and turned into small snake-like things, which rushed towards Yun Mo's body crazily, wrapped him up, and then kept biting him.
The ghost hand.
"Tong Qianli is actually your disciple, no wonder his personality is so weird." Yun Mo complained mercilessly.
Although she reminded herself of the Tong family's movements when she left, no one could guess what her intentions were due to her elusive thinking.
"If you still speak harshly even though you are the leader, I will cut off your tongue." The Demon Sword Demon snorted coldly, swung his two swords and slashed at Yun Mo's mouth.
Yun Mo's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he slashed forward with his ghost hand, but his ghost hand was a step too slow, and the two knives had already passed from his neck.
Yun Mo could only step back to avoid the slashing attacks of the two swords. The two swords slashed past his shoulders, causing blood to splatter.
Yun Mo felt a gust of cool wind blowing across his cheek, and a shocking gash suddenly appeared on his cheek.
Yun Mo felt a twinge of pain on his cheek, and a look of anger appeared on his face.
"First cripple your disgusting-looking pretty face, then pull out your tongue, and finally cripple your limbs, so I can see how you can fight to the death with my precious apprentice. Hahaha!" Devil Sword
The ghost looked up to the sky and laughed.
Yun Mo stretched out his hand and touched his cheek, only to see a trace of bright red blood on his hand, and a trace of ferocity appeared on his face.
His eyes darkened, and he squeezed the ghost hand hard, and the black mist surrounding it was instantly wiped out.
"How is that possible!" The Demon Sword Demon looked in shock as his black mist was wiped out like this, and he exclaimed in surprise.
Yun Mo's chest rose and fell violently, and a power that had been suppressed for a long time awakened from Yun Mo's heart.
It was the remnant soul of the demon god that was suppressed by the Eightfold Son of God. It reappeared because of the rage in Yunmo's heart.
At this time, Yun Mo was like a vengeful warrior, his whole body was full of violence, his eyes were red, and he was exuding a terrifying murderous aura. In his eyes, there was a faint flash of Shura's light.
"You are the second person who dares to do this to me, and you must pay the price!" Yun Mo said coldly.