At the same time, the main peak of Hongmeng Sect is on the back mountain.
The leader, Zhang He, was floating in the air, his whole body wrapped in a ball of extremely bright white light, like a scorching sun, so dazzling that it was impossible to open one's eyes.
In front of him, there was a person also suspended in mid-air.
This man was wearing a black robe, with a burly figure and a stern face. He held a strange magic knife that was shaped like a crescent moon. His body was tall and slender, as perfect as cutting with a knife and an axe. The aura around him was vast and majestic, making people feel frightened.
It is the master of the Sun and Moon Ghost Sect, the old demon of killing!
After the fierce fight just now, the two of them each used their secret techniques, but neither could do anything to the other, but they both consumed a lot of money.
At this time, there seemed to be a tacit agreement to stop and confront each other from a distance. No one attacked first, and the stalemate continued.
Not far away, the elder of the Third Peak stood on the spot, staring at Zhang He in the white light, with a look of extreme solemnity and shock on his face.
He had long known that Zhang He, as the head of the Hongmeng Sect, was naturally a well-deserved strong man.
But he never expected that Zhang He's combat power would be so terrifying.
You must know that the Old Demon of Killing Life is a first-level cultivation of Nascent Soul, and it is currently in its heyday.
Zhang He, on the other hand, only had the cultivation level of the fifth level of the Golden Core, but with the help of a heaven-level divine sword that he got from nowhere, he was evenly matched with him and did not fall behind.
One can imagine how terrifying Zhang He's combat power is!
"As expected of the leader of Hongmeng Sect, he does have his own tricks.
But trying to stop me with your own strength is just nonsense!"
The old demon of killing was the first to speak, with a stern look in his eyes and a cold sneer in his tone.
"Old devil, you don't have to be arrogant."
Zhang He said calmly: "Although you are a powerful Nascent Soul, we still don't know who will win and who will lose in this battle!"
After hearing this, the old demon of killing people burst out laughing. The sound was like rolling thunder, deafening, as if there was a hammer hammering continuously, making people's hearts beat wildly.
"You can indeed compete with me with that low-grade heavenly sword, but don't think that I don't understand your weaknesses..."
"Now, it's time for you to use up the last bit of spiritual power in your body, right?"
"With your cultivation, you can activate the power of that divine sword three times at most. You have activated it twice just now. This last time, I am afraid that the source of the golden elixir will be affected."
"Can you... still hold on?"
As he spoke, the corners of the old killer's mouth turned into a cruel arc, and a murderous intent filled the air in his eyes.
When Zhang He heard this, his eyes narrowed, and a solemn look flashed in his eyes.
The reason why he dared to come single-handedly to fight against the Old Killing Demon was because he relied on the Hongmeng Sword, a low-level heaven-level magic weapon passed down from the ancestors of the Hongmeng Sect.
He originally thought that just activating the power of the divine sword once would be enough to kill the opponent.
But he never expected that he would make a miscalculation.
Although Hongmeng Sword is very powerful, the old demon of killing is not easy to mess with!
This old devil is more powerful than he imagined.
Although his cultivation level is only at the first level of Nascent Soul, due to practicing weird and evil methods and absorbing a large amount of blood and essence, his physical body is even more powerful than those of ordinary third-level Nascent Soul masters.
With this powerful physical defense and the top-notch magic sword in his hand, he was able to withstand two of his strongest moves.
Not only did he not suffer too much damage, he was able to take advantage of the situation to counterattack and force himself back.
If he hadn't been afraid of the Hongmeng Sword in his hand, he would have perished long ago in those two confrontations!
"Will the thousand-year-old Hongmeng Sect's foundation be destroyed in my hands?"
Thinking of this, Zhang He felt endless reluctance and sorrow in his heart, and soon a look of determination appeared in the depths of his eyes.
"No! Even if we are all destroyed, I will try my best to kill him here! Otherwise, the Hongmeng Sect will definitely suffer disaster!"
Zhang He gritted his teeth, and the dazzling white light that shrouded his body suddenly converged on the Hongmeng Sword in his hand.
With the injection of this boundless energy, the entire Hongmeng Sword burst out with a dazzling white light.
"Hongmeng Sword, kill!"
Zhang He shouted loudly, flicked his wrist, and the Hongmeng Sword brought out a brilliant sword shadow, tearing the void and roaring towards the old demon of killing.
"Naive! If you use the same trick three times in a row, do you think it will still work?"
Facing this sharp sword, the old demon of killing was not afraid, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"At the end of the battle, what are you going to do with me?"
After he finished speaking, he waved his right arm, and the magic knife in his hand suddenly burst out with a ray of black brilliance, facing Zhang He's sword shadow.
Click!
In an instant, the black sword light cut the Hongmeng Sword Shadow in half like cutting tofu.
The next moment, the old demon of killing life waved the magic knife in his hand again, turned into a ferocious dragon, and roared towards Zhang He.
The black dragon roared in, and wherever it passed, the space was torn apart, and it was a mess. Waves of terrifying ripples rippled through the space, like waves rolling, extremely terrifying!
Seeing that the black dragon was about to swallow Zhang He whole.
But Zhang He still refused to dodge, and suddenly drew a strange talisman in front of him with his fingers.
Under Zhang He's control, the talisman merged into the Hongmeng Sword in front of him. The Hongmeng Sword once again spread its brilliance and turned into a huge light curtain that covered the sky and the sun, shrouding Zhang He in it.
Bang!
The next moment, the ferocious and bloodthirsty black dragon slammed into the huge light curtain, making a deafening collision sound.
The terrifying energy fluctuations raged wildly, causing the entire mountain peak to tremble violently, and the chaotic flow of spiritual energy spread in all directions.
Trees and rocks were blown to pieces, dust was flying, and the scene was extremely horrifying.
As for Zhang He himself, he was bombarded by the aftermath of this terrifying energy and flew backwards. His body smashed dozens of big trees and hit a huge rock hard.
puff!
Zhang He spurted out a mouthful of blood, his body trembled violently, the meridians in his body vibrated, and he almost collapsed.
He resisted the overwhelming pain in his body, raised his head, and stared at the old demon of killing with anger and unwillingness in his eyes.
"I advise you not to struggle in vain and just accept death!"
The Old Killing Demon snorted coldly, swayed, and appeared in front of Zhang He in an instant.
He raised the magic knife in his hand and slashed it at Zhang He's neck.
Zhang He's expression changed, and he hurriedly waved the Hongmeng Sword in his hand to resist.
when!!!
Immediately afterwards.
His whole body flew out again and hit another boulder.
Another heavy blow made his blood boil.
This old killer is really too powerful.
With just two moves, he was covered with bruises and almost lost the ability to continue fighting.
Seeing that Zhang He was injured, the old demon of killing showed a mocking look on his lips, and then he dodged again and flew forward.
Without allowing Zhang He to react, the cold blade cut through the air, making a soft squeaking sound, and landed directly on Zhang He's neck.
Feeling the cold touch, Zhang He's eyes became extremely desperate and gloomy.
"Haha! Zhang He, you'd better save your energy, you have no chance of surviving today!"
The old killing demon smiled sadly, his voice cold and ruthless.
"I will not only kill you, but also take your head back to the Hongmeng Sect, so that the disciples of the Hongmeng Sect can see that the leader they admire died in my hands!"
As he spoke, the blade in his hand became a little harder.
The sharp tip of the knife had already sunk into Zhang He's skin.
The bright red blood slipped onto the blade, but was swallowed and absorbed in an instant. The originally pitch-black blade gradually turned scarlet, looking very strange.
"Do you think I would just sit back and let you die?"
But at this moment, Zhang He suddenly raised his head, the despair and unwillingness on his face disappeared, replaced by a look of madness.
Hearing this, the old killing demon raised his eyebrows slightly, and a hint of vigilance rose in his heart. He then laughed and said, "Do you think I didn't guess it?"
The sword light emitted by the Hongmeng Sword was extremely powerful. He almost fell to his death twice before, and he had to use all his strength to resist it.
But Zhang He's third desperate sword attack was as fragile as paper and was easily cracked by himself.
It would be strange if Zhang He didn't have other killing moves.
When Zhang He heard this, his eyes flickered and he remained silent.
"Little beast, I don't care what kind of trump card you have, but your life must still be left to me."
The old demon of killing sneered, and with a sharp swipe of the magic knife in his hand, he was about to cut off Zhang He's head.
However, the next second, he felt his eyes blurred, and Zhang He, who was supposed to be dead and somewhere else, suddenly disappeared.
Immediately afterwards, a huge black shadow suddenly appeared in front of the old demon of killing, and then quickly enlarged.
The black shadow looks like Zhang He.
At this time, Zhang He was holding the Hongmeng Sword, exuding a vast sword intent from all over his body, and his eyes as black as ink shot out with a soul-stirring brilliance.