His movements were not unpleasant, but Meng Zheng's movements were faster.
Before Yu Wen Sicheng could unleash his meteor-like sword intent, a fierce sword light shot out of the sky. It was like lightning piercing the dark night, so bright that it hurt the eyes.
Compared with Yu Wen Sicheng's complicated sword intention that turned into meteors and rain, this sword was so simple and direct, with a sense of absolute success or failure.
"Demon, you are a demon!" Only then did Yuwen Sicheng realize that the opponent was not from the Ling family. Only demons could display such wild and absolute sword skills.
Demons are physically strong. Under normal circumstances, their martial arts are better than masters of the same level from other races. What's more, Meng Zheng followed Ling Chuxi and experienced a narrow escape in the Sea of Death, and his actual combat experience is even more powerful.
With the presence of other demons and the understanding of the laws of Zhengzun Pagoda, the power of this sword has far exceeded his own realm.
Meng Zheng didn't speak. All his thoughts, all his murderous intentions, and the blood-devouring and violent aura of the demon's body were condensed into this sword.
In addition to this, there is also the depression that has been accumulated for a long time. The gap between his strength and Ling Chuxi's is too obvious. As a follower, every time Ling Chuxi is in danger, he is powerless.
He didn't even have a chance to take action, so how could he not be depressed.
And today, he finally found a chance to prove himself.
The wind of the sword rustled and the wind and clouds changed color, which actually gave people a feeling of depression in all things.
Yuwen Sicheng's expression changed drastically, he underestimated the enemy! He never thought in his dreams that Meng Zheng was actually a demon, let alone that a mere mid-level emperor could display such terrifying sword power.
If he had been prepared from the beginning and deployed his sword in advance, he could still have blocked Meng Zheng's astonishingly powerful sword. Judging from his understanding of the demon martial arts, as long as he blocked this sword, there would be nothing to fear later.
, but one step was wrong, every step was wrong, and now it is too late to say these things.
After all, he was one of the most outstanding masters among the younger generation of the Yuwen family. At the critical moment of life and death, Yuwen Sicheng did not lose his composure. He shouted angrily and thrust his sword towards Meng Zheng's sea of qi.
This is a sword that kills everyone. Even if Meng Zheng is killed by Meng Zheng's sword, this sword will completely destroy Meng Zheng's five internal organs. For a cultivator, this is no different from killing him.
Yuwen Sicheng believed that Meng Zheng would never have such courage.
He guessed right. Meng Zheng was indeed unwilling to die with him, not because he lacked courage, but because it was not worth it. However, Meng Zheng would never give up his sword because of this.
With a slight stagger in his body, Meng Zheng allowed the long sword to pierce through from his right chest, bringing out a dazzling spray of blood. The long sword in his hand also turned slightly to the side and hit Yu Wen Sicheng hard.
on the shoulders.
Yuwen Sicheng seemed to have been hit by a giant hammer, his internal organs were displaced and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His whole body seemed to be falling apart and he fell softly to the ground.
Meng Zheng's long sword fell smoothly and stopped less than half a foot in front of his eyes. The long sword was still inserted into Meng Zheng's right chest. Viewed from the front, there was only a hilt left, and blood dripped down the sword body.
dripping down.
But his figure was still so solid and calm, his knife still released a heart-stopping killing intent, and his gaze made people dare not look directly at him.
Yuwen Sicheng was trembling all over. For the first time in his life, he felt the fear of death.