This sword does not have the majestic righteousness of the God-Emperor Sword at all, nor does it have the sharp meaning of the golden light. The faint golden light has a red color, like a blood-stained river, full of evil and evil energy, and
Full of killing intent.
"Seven Cangyuan Swords, cut!" Ling Chuxi drew out the Luochen Sword and slashed out with a blast of Cangyuan Sword Light.
Although the power of the sword pointing at Jiuzhou has doubled, the consumption of vitality has also become greater. In the past, I could barely use two swords, but now I can only use one sword with all my strength. Huangfu Shiyuan's sword light
It was too weird. Ling Chuxi did not dare to exhaust her energy easily before testing out his true and false nature.
"Yes, yes, with such strength, you are qualified to fight with me." Seeing Huangfu Qingjue's domain-killing sword power and Ling Chuxi's Cangyuan sword light, Huangfu Shiyuan did not show any timidity, and remained the same.
Laughing wildly.
Although it sounded like he was praising the two people's strength, in his capacity, it would be too arrogant to say this. Even if the domain lord was present, facing the combined efforts of Huangfu Qingjue and Ling Chuxi,
I wouldn't be too dismissive of it.
But Ling Chuxi and Huangfu Qingjue didn't find it funny at all. Although judging from this sword, Huangfu Shiyuan was not at the late god level, but the murderous murderous intention released in the sword was far beyond that.
of his own strength.
Ling Chuxi even had the illusion that the power of this sword was not much worse than that of Li Xietian.
"Boom!" There was a muffled sound, and the sword light hit the air wave like a tidal wave. Ling Chuxi and Huangfu Qingjue were shocked and staggered back. Although they were not injured, their breath was uneven and their vitality was not smooth.
The two of them looked at each other, both showing surprise. Just now, Huangfu Qingjue's strength was even more obvious when he took action. He was indeed at the semi-reverence level, and Ling Chuxi's Cangyuan Sword Light, which was displayed by Ling Chuxi with the strength of the late god level, was also more obvious.
Not much worse than the demi-god, the two of them not only failed to kill Huangfu Shiyuan with their combined efforts, but were even shocked so much that he stepped back and almost got injured.
You must know that his true strength is the same as Ling Chuxi, who is also at the late stage of the divine level. How could he display such strong sword power? Ling Chuxi always felt that his combat power was extremely disproportionate to his true cultivation level, but Huangfu Shi
Yuan's real combat power is even more incredible than his. How did he do it?
Huangfu Shiyuan himself was also shaken back a few steps, but the situation was obviously much better than that of Ling Chuxi and Ling Chuxi, and his expression did not change at all.
"Huangfu Qingjue, you actually learned the Thousand Possible Realm Killing Sword. No wonder those old immortals looked at you differently back then. Even when you killed my only son and bloodbathed the family, they all spared you. But it's a pity, you
Today's opponent is me, and next, I will let you see the ultimate secret of the God Emperor's technique." Huangfu Shiyuan took a step forward and struck out with his sword again.
"This...how is this possible!" Ling Chuxi and Huangfu Qingjue's eyes froze at the same time, and the surprise in their eyes turned into extreme shock.
The peak of the divine level! In an instant, Huangfu Shiyuan's strength was raised to the peak of the divine level.
They could all see that he had not hidden his strength before, and was indeed at the late stage of the god level. But now he neither took any spiritual pills, nor burned his blood essence, nor used any magic spells that might temporarily enhance his strength.
So without any warning, he suddenly and naturally raised his strength to the peak of the god level.
The only difference is that not only his sword light, but also his whole body is dyed with a faint blood color, as if he had just walked through a thin blood mist.
Ling Chuxi and Huangfu Qingjue both held the hilts of their swords tightly, their expressions becoming unusually solemn.