Jiamingluo asked himself that he had been conquering various realms for a hundred years, so he was experienced and knowledgeable. But at this moment, he couldn't help but be stunned.
It can be seen that Zong Shou is using the sword in his hand to control the energy of death. But why can this energy of death coexist with royal martial arts without conflict?
Under the control of this Zongshou, it is not some kind of underworld kingdom!
There are countless doubts in my mind, but looking at Zong Shou's movements and expressions at this time, I know that there is absolutely no room for change between the two parties.
Between the two of them today, they must die!
When Wu Xia thought about it carefully, countless red gang divine thunders suddenly exploded and filled the sky.
And in the next moment, Zong Shou's sword slashed through the air!
The aura of death was lingering, and the sword shadow seemed to exist between the two realms of life and death, elusive and elusive.
The majestic gray air and the crazy roaring of millions of ghosts turned the world into black and white.
Astonishingly, with just one sword blow, the crimson power grid that filled the sky was torn apart, reaching twenty feet in front of him.
It was obvious that they were just auras of death and shadowy souls that could not see the light of day, but at this moment they were not afraid of the crimson thunder aura, but had the potential to defeat it.
King Jiamingluo felt that his whole body was almost frozen, with cold reaching his bones. All the energy in his body was being attacked by this death energy, and disappeared in every trace!
The beating of the heart almost stopped, so scary?
What kind of swordsmanship is this?
Why does it make people feel like they are dead before the sword arrives?
This thought came to Jiamingluo's mind again, and just when the sword shadow approached, he let out a roar. The blood and energy in his body suddenly surged backwards! He radiated heat like magma, sweeping away all the evil spirits.
, all expelled from the body.
He drew his sword and slashed furiously, and the swords clashed. With great force, he scattered the sword shadow in one blow. Then without any hesitation, he bullied Zong Shou in front of him.
The only way to make Zong Shou unable to use his superior swordsmanship is this close combat method!
In the past three months, he has tried and tested successfully. He has fought for dozens of consecutive times, and has pushed this demon king into despair several times!
But today, as soon as I got close, I already felt that it was so different from before.
The cold and deathly aura of the place where he was expelled lingered around him all the time. It penetrated every hole and penetrated into his body through every possible opportunity.
As long as there is a slight carelessness or a slight flaw, it will be invaded into the body's flesh and blood, taking away any trace of life.
The light and shadow of swords flashed in the void one after another. But every time they struck, a series of sparks flew out.
The sound of the blade vibrating resounded for hundreds of miles.
At the beginning, Jiaming Luo could almost have no thoughts. He only followed his body. He had gone through countless trials and tempered his instincts. He kept using the sword, and then the sword.
I just want the sword to be stronger and the sword speed to increase!
The remaining thoughts are just driving the red thunder sword intention. Paying attention to Zong Shou's sword path to prevent himself from falling into the opponent's trap.
But gradually, I felt that the heavy knife in my hand was filled with gray-white air, gradually spreading up to the handle.
The blade of the blade was also constantly being shaken, dropping traces of metal dust.
This is the knife in your hand. It is aging and decaying, showing signs of constant disintegration.
He couldn't help but take in a breath of cold air. This mouthful in his hand was a genuine eighth-level magic weapon, but it couldn't stop the invasion of death?
With the fierce pressure of the sword, Zong Shou's sword light was gradually compressed to ten feet around his body, making it difficult to extend.
But just after about a thousand blows, Jia Minluo's figure suddenly retreated backwards.
Not only did he throw away all the victory he had accumulated before, but he also risked being chased by Zong Shou and retreated thousands of feet.
The red gang divine thunder, the energy and blood in the body, rushed backwards again. With a "whoosh", Jiamingluo spit out the rich gray-white energy, and once again expelled most of the meditation breath gathered in the body.
The knife in his hand also made a sound. Countless gray air was also washed away.
Afterwards, he became extremely fearful and glanced at Zong Shou again.
I feel that this kind of swordsmanship is not as exquisite as the previous Nine-Nine Dragon Shadow Sword, and there are not many changes.
But it happens to be even more treacherous and unpredictable, and it is more suitable for close combat than the Dragon Shadow Sword.
Especially the power of death, which robs people of their vitality. If their cultivation level is slightly worse, they will die on the spot!
When it comes to the level of this swordsmanship, it’s really hard to evaluate!
In terms of power, when it reaches the extreme, it can be compared to the tenth level of Holy Spirit, or even the eleventh level of magical power level martial arts!
Just to use this sword, you have to pay a huge price!
Lifting the heavy sword at an angle, Jiaming Luo still retained 70% of his strength and most of his spiritual thoughts even when he was trying his best to expel the death energy from his body. He was alert to Zong Shou's every move, but at this moment he suddenly provoked him again.
He closed his eyelids and looked indifferently at the opposite side: "Not only has your life span been consumed by using this sword, your Majesty, but also how long can it last as your Majesty's lifespan is less than thirty years?"
Zong Shou was also quietly sensing his body, and had no intention of pursuing him for the time being.
Hearing this, he suddenly laughed secretly. In fact, he didn't understand why using this sword skill now did not even reduce his lifespan. The death energy only eliminated a little bit of vitality in the body, which was insignificant.
Just at that moment, little Jin Hanxi turned into points of light and flew towards him one after another, landing on his shoulder.
If he wants the soul power of his soul, the number of ghosts in his airspace at this time is a full 200,000!
Although the number was much smaller than that of the battle to conquer Lianyun Island that day, in terms of the strength of the souls, the two hundred thousand ghosts here were far superior.
Therefore, the power of the Death Sword of Styx that he used at this time was far greater than that of that day!
It is more than enough to supply the consumption of the divine sword in his hand!
But at this time, what these two little guys brought him were the souls of several seventh-level night demons.
After the Heaven Realm, the souls of these people already have the power to resist his Styx Sword, and they have not been recruited.
At this time, Xiao Jin Hanxi captured him, and Zong Shou threw him into the Divine Sword without hesitation!
In the sea of souls, the green fire was consumed again. And the light-containing pill in the sea of qi only took a few breaths to recover all the inner energy that had been consumed previously, and the spiritual veins condensed in the body also recovered.
Recovering spiritual power at an astonishing speed.
In the past, it would have been impossible to have such lasting power.
Zong Shou laughed loudly, and there was another loud 'click' sound behind him.
It was as if something cracked, and more deathly yin energy rushed out like a dam bursting.
The torrent surged, covering three hundred miles of sky. Zong Shou's figure rushed up, and then brought thousands of pale sword energy, crashed down, and enveloped Jia Minluo's figure in it!
He also gave up all changes in swordsmanship, only seeking a stronger, faster, and more unpredictable Sword of Death!
Jiaming Luo's eyes narrowed and he took another breath, which restored the Qi of his whole body to its peak state.
Then without hesitation, he charged forward again with the knife in his hand.
It is also more domineering and fierce!
At this time, not only Zong Shou's murderous fighting spirit was unprecedentedly strong.
The same is true for Tajia Mingluo! If he can kill this son earlier, the situation of his remnant army will be even better!
After the blow, the two figures trembled slightly. Blood overflowed slightly from the corners of their lips. The force coming from the blade was beyond the endurance of both bodies!
But immediately after, there was an even fiercer collision! The light and shadow of swords seemed to have turned into two strong winds, intertwined in one place, and never separated again.
In the blink of an eye, there was another thousand blows. A haze gradually appeared in Jiamingluo's pupils.
Does this swordsmanship become more powerful the more ghosts it gathers?
Looking down, one could see that people were constantly dying in battle. Then, those who were lucky enough not to lose their souls had their souls drawn into the sky by the power of Zong Shou's sword before they had time to disperse.
No wonder Zong Shou didn’t use those spiritual methods to contain him today——
As a night devil, Jiaming Luo was looking forward to it for the first time, looking forward to the morning sun rising as soon as possible.
Looking at the sky again, it should be more than an hour before dawn! The sun is not far away!
The only thing that pleased him was that even in the central direction, they were still at a stalemate.
The commander-in-chief of the central army under Zong Shou, with only 800,000 soldiers, was able to keep nearly the same number of Night Demons firmly outside the gap.
But on both wings, there is continuous progress.
If we continue, we can reach the top of Qixia Mountain by noon at most and get out of the predicament! We may even annihilate these two million enemies!
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"Morning is approaching!"
Next to the cliff, a wide and huge stone altar stretches out from the high cliff next to it.
It is about a hundred feet wide and protrudes out of the mountain. It can be called majestic and majestic. Especially after recent renovations, it is even more so.
At this time, Kong Rui stood in the center of the altar, facing the hole of the Wen Wang Gua coin with his own eyes, and looking at the sky and the northern starry sky.
This is the Temple of Heaven Sacrifice in Qiantian Mountain, and it is one of the forbidden places in Qiantian Mountain City. But now that he is Si Tianjianzheng, it is natural that he can appear here in a legitimate manner.
The method of divination is to use the huge earth energy to make calculations.
Or try your best to get rid of the power of heaven and earth, and the image of the person who cast the spell.
The altar for worshiping heaven here does not connect to the sky, but you can observe the stars in the sky. Now, it only receives a little bit of the earth's energy.
It can be regarded as an excellent place to perform surgery.
"The white energy is at its peak, and the stars are blooming——"
Kong Rui's mood was uncontrollably agitated at this time.
In about an hour, the light of the Shaking Light Pojun Star will be visible to all those who master the stargazing method in the entire Cloud Realm, right?
At that time, even in broad daylight, there was no way it could cover up the brilliance of Pojun Star. Not long after, it was Yao'er who shocked the world.
He won the bet with Chongxuan!
It's just that at this time, the original words were nothing more than empty words.
I wonder if Chongxuan can see such a strange scene at this time?
But at this time, what he cared about most was the impending death of his daughter.
The next moment, Kong Rui said "Hey", which was slightly unexpected.
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