After Master Yanji glanced at Duanmu Gangtian, Duanmu Gangtian immediately chose to take action.
The ordinary sword-controlling technique and the extraordinary magical secret technique turned the long sword in his hand into a white lightning, which pierced Mo Ling's heart like a stream of light.
Sky-cutting sword.
Guanghan's sword rose into the air, and the sharp sword energy seemed to tear the sky apart. The sword light rushed in front of the huge crack, as if it had an unstoppable force.
Such a light and fluttering sword immediately made Feng Jueyu and the other six powerful men slightly startled, and then they all started to admire it.
They all know how to tear apart space, but it is not easy to do something so easy.
With such a terrifying cultivation level, could Mo Ling really fight a hundred of them?
Just kidding.
Legends are definitely just legends.
It was too late to say, but it was too soon. The Qietian Sword broke through Jiuzhou Han with one strike, and was in front of Mo Ling in an instant. The momentum of splitting the sky and splitting the earth was unmatched by anyone. Even Feng Jueyu and others were asking themselves at this moment.
How should I receive this sword before proceeding?
Of course, dodging is the best way.
But is a sword from a strong man in the demigod realm really so easy to dodge?
No one has such confidence.
This sword was enough to injure Mo Ling.
Even if you are not injured, if you continue hard, it will consume a lot of divine power.
However, when everyone thought it would be difficult for Mo Ling to take the sword, Mo Ling, who had his hands behind his back, smiled slightly and raised his right hand like lightning.
With his five fingers slightly bent into claw-like shapes, Mo Ling just straightened his arm in an ordinary manner. With a clang, the Heaven-cutting Sword didn't even pierce his palm, and was blocked in mid-air.
"..."
For a short moment, everyone was stunned on the spot.
"How is this possible?"
Bright Moon, Mei Rao, Ji Emperor...including the Holy Palace Fairy and Feng Jueyu all had their eyes widened.
Mo Ling actually caught such a terrifying sword with his bare hands.
Isn't this too scary?
The six powerful demi-gods were also dumbfounded, with their brows furrowed and their hearts extremely shocked.
At this time, Mo Ling could be seen flexing his claws and twirling slightly, an invisible force quickly entangled the Heaven-cutting Sword, and suddenly white-bladed rainbows split from the Heaven-cutting Sword.
That is the sword energy of Qie Tianjian.
This sword energy is enough to destroy the heaven and the earth, not to mention smashing a mountain peak and defeating ten mountains in one breath without any effort, but this sword energy allows Mo Ling to tear it into pieces with a slight twist.
The true form of the long sword weapon was soon revealed, and it was a sacred weapon.
The result was this holy weapon. Mo Ling only glanced at it contemptuously, and a black flame vortex suddenly appeared in his palm, instantly wrapping the holy sword tightly.
The flames steamed and black fire filled the air. After a few seconds, Duanmu Gangtian's pupils expanded and he stared, and a blood arrow spurted out from his mouth.
The soul mark in the sacred long sword turned into a ball of white smoke and emitted from the sword body, disappearing without a trace.
"The fire of divine origin."
Seeing the black flames, Feng Jueyu and the six demigod-level experts exclaimed at the same time. The expressions on each of their faces were still unbelievable, as if they had seen something terrifying.
There is no doubt that what Mo Ling cultivates is a kind of divine fire.
But being able to cultivate the divine fire to the point where it can instantly burn the mark of the owner of the sacred weapon is a unique skill that even Feng Jueyu himself cannot do.
Without the mark of recognition of the master by the soul, the holy weapon is no longer controlled by Duanmu Gangtian, and the mark is burned, and his soul is also implicated, which is why he vomits blood and is injured.
The black fire was burning, and the heat wave was rolling. The little old man not far away took a breath of cold air when he saw it, and then suddenly roared, jumped up, and took the magic weapon he just took out from his pocket without hesitation.
He was sacrificed towards Mo Ling.
The magic weapon that flew out was also a sacred weapon. It was a small bronze bell. It looked ordinary on the outside, but in fact it contained the universe.
As soon as the bell came out, it instantly landed on Mo Ling's head. Mo Ling raised his head and just glanced at it without making any movement at all.
Then the little old man urged him to chant a mantra, and the overwhelming wind and rain came from the bell. The surrounding temperature dropped rapidly, once exceeding the freezing point and then falling to the freezing point.
The land with a radius of several hundred meters with Moling as the center turned into a world of ice and snow. Even the clear sky was frozen solid, and even the strong winds were frozen.
The cold snow fell suddenly, and Mo Ling was instantly frozen into an ice sculpture.
But before everyone could rejoice, they heard a roar, and the ice on Mo Ling's body was instantly shaken to pieces, and countless ice cubes shot away.
"Holy weapons are not worth mentioning in front of me..."
At the same time as the extremely wild shouts rang out, Mo Ling grabbed the bell from the air and sucked it into his palm. The enlarged bell shrank without the control of the little old man. When it fell into his palm, Mo Ling
Ling squeezed it hard, and heard a bang, and the sacred bell was crushed to pieces on the spot.
"Wow!"
The little old man followed in Duanmu Gangtian's footsteps, spitting out a mouthful of old blood, his bright eyes full of fear.
"hiss……"
Feng Jueyu and others gathered around and watched everything that happened in Shangyuan Valley without even blinking. Their jaws almost dropped to the ground in surprise.
The two holy weapons were not worth mentioning in Mo Ling's eyes. They were destroyed casually. Was he still a human being?
Could it be that his strength has really entered the true divine realm?
Duanmu Gangtian and the little old man each made a move, using powerful magical powers and secret techniques combined with sacred weapons. However, Mo Ling only made two moves. Not only did he block the attack of the two, but he was also within two moves.
, destroyed two sacred artifacts, causing painful trauma to the two powerful men in the demigod realm.
The moment the situation changed, everyone froze.
The power of the strange demon god was revealed to the world for the first time. Although not many people saw it, his ability to destroy everything with just one move was really frightening.
The six demigods were suspended in the air without saying a word. It could be seen that they had no idea.
Huo Hong, who was fighting with Ding Mao not far away, turned his head and glanced at Mo Ling. He smiled proudly and said, "How can the cultivation of Lord God be understood by mortal ants like you? You are not overestimating your own abilities."
In the sky of Shangyuan Valley, Mo Ling rose into the air with his hands behind his back. He glanced at everyone with his unruly eyes, and did not smile. He only said lightly and with great contempt: "You ants have no idea what the sky is and how high it is. Now it's my turn."
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As soon as he finished speaking, no movement was seen, and he disappeared with a swish sound.
A second later, a strong man in the demigod realm suddenly exclaimed, and his whole body ignited with raging fire, forming a huge wall of fire in front of him.
Then...
"Crack!"
There was a crisp sound, and the man vomited blood and flew backwards. The wall of fire in front of him collapsed with one blow, and countless sparks jumped in all directions like elves.
"Asshole, come along."
Master Yan Ji witnessed all this, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead. He had no choice but to roar and attack with his sword.
"Hoo ho!"
The sharp swords danced up, and the sky was illuminated by the rays of light. The sharp swords criss-crossed and fell into a big net, but the next moment, Mo Ling was no longer in the sword net.
"Your movements are too slow. To me, it looks like a turtle crawling."
A black shadow appeared behind the mountain Taoist, and then a claw light grabbed him. The mountain Taoist let out a scream, and a large piece of flesh and blood was torn off his right shoulder by the claw, and it fled to the ground dripping with blood.
"Want to leave? You can't escape."
The black shadow disappeared again, and then appeared on the body of the Taoist Mountain Fellow. Another claw swiped at him. The Taoist Mountain Fellow offered a magic weapon and held it in front of his chest.
Under the beating of the sparks, three long cracks were made in the sacred-level defensive weapon, blocking Mo Ling's claws in an extremely thrilling manner.
Fellow Taoist Shan opened his mouth in anger, and saw a divine word spit out from his mouth, like a big seal printed on Mo Ling's body.
"The charm of Hongzi is nothing more than that..."
Mo Ling laughed ferociously, and a cloud of smoke rose up from his body, which was the effect of the divine words being blocked.
Then he slapped the Taoist Shan Taoist away with a backhand...
"Bang bang... bang bang..."
In the air of Shangyuan Valley, all six demi-god realm experts were killed, and together with Mo Ling, the speed of the seven of them was unbelievable. Even Feng Jueyu and others found it extremely difficult to keep up with the speed of the seven of them.
Standing at their position, they could only see seven groups of shadows killing each other inextricably, but every three or four moves, a demigod-level strongman would be knocked out, either vomiting blood or writhing inside.
After taking the elixir, you will not be able to re-enter the battlefield without spitting it out for a while.
Six strong men in the semi-god realm surrounded Mo Ling and attacked frantically without fear of life and death, but the one who was able to handle it with ease was the seemingly weak Mo Ling.
"Haha, no matter what my cultivation level is, you guys in the demigod realm can do nothing to me, just die..."
Mo Ling laughed proudly and excitedly, and the black claw shadows flew up and down in the air in an endless stream. The claw shadows were as big as giant drums, and no one could catch one of his claws from the front.
The seven people started fighting, and Feng Jueyu and the other six looked dumbfounded.
Teng Langkun, who didn't quite believe in the legend before, almost had his eyes falling out of his sockets, and he stuttered when he spoke.
"How...how is this possible? Mo Ling is actually...so strong?"
"Damn it, the legend is true. The cultivation level of the strange demon god is indeed unrivaled. Those are six demigods."
"If this is the situation, the six seniors will definitely not be able to hold on for long. Leader Feng, what should we do?"
"..."
Feng Jueyu looked ahead with burning eyes, feeling horrified in his heart.
He knew that Mo Ling was very strong, but he didn't expect that he would be this strong.
Apart from anything else, just looking at Mo Ling's speed, even he couldn't match him. How could he fight this?
yes!
How to fight this?
Just looking at this speed, no one is confident that he can be faster than Mo Ling. What's more, the opponent can defeat the holy weapon with just one claw, which shows that its strength is also amazing. At the very least, no one in the world dares to use his body to force it.