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Chapter 1198: A Sword Flies to Slay the Holy Son

Chapter 1,198: A sword flies to kill the Holy Son

One Qi transforms three pure beings. This is the second time Xiao Changfeng has used this magical power.

Not to mention Southern Border, it is in Central China.

Only a few people have seen it with their own eyes.

As for being in Jiyang City at this time.

It’s unheard of and unseen!

Everyone stared blankly at the three Xiao Changfeng high in the sky.

I don’t know why!

"Ancestor of Northern Wu, what... is going on? How come there are three Alchemy Emperors?"

The Chanyu was also horrified beyond measure.

He is a strong man in the realm of great power.

He is also the leader of the Huangyuan tribe.

He has seen a lot of the world and heard many secrets.

However, this scene before me.

But it exceeded his imagination and broke his cognition.

in his induction.

These three Dan Emperors are all real.

It's not an illusion.

And not only do the three of them look exactly the same.

Even the breath and mental fluctuations are completely consistent.

He can't tell the truth from falsehood.

At this time, I had to ask the ancestor of Northern Wu.

"I heard that in Middle-earth, there is a peerless genius who can awaken a martial art called magical power. I think this should be the magical power of the Dan Emperor!"

The Northern Wu Ancestor also couldn't tell the authenticity of these three bodies.

But as one of the four ancestors of the witchcraft religion, he also knows some unknown secrets.

The art of magical power is one of them.

This is not a fairy magic, but is generated by physical constitution.

Therefore, it also exists in this warrior world.

The ancestor of Northern Wu had no choice but to regard the scene in front of him as a magical technique.

But she guessed correctly.

It's just that she doesn't understand the difference between innate magical powers and natal magical powers.

"Qinglong, White Tiger, Xuanwu! The ancestor of Northern Wu, Dan Huang, actually has three martial spirits, and it seems that these three martial spirits are not weak!"

At this time, Shanyu once again focused his attention on Wuhun.

Previously, Xiao Changfeng only showed the White Tiger Spirit.

For a heaven-defying genius who is famous all over the world.

This is nothing.

But the Three Lives Martial Spirit made Shanyu tremble.

In this world.

Twin martial souls are already very rare.

Sansheng Wuhun is even more of a genius among geniuses.

At this time, Xiao Changfeng used one qi to transform the three qings.

This brings the power of these three martial spirits to the extreme.

Three lives of martial souls, magical powers.

Coupled with the strength Xiao Changfeng showed before.

Chanyu could not help but be horrified by it.

"Is this the strength of a heaven-defying genius? How terrifying will he be once he grows up?"

Shan Yu looked at Xiao Changfeng in shock.

In his opinion.

The Holy Son of the Witch Cult is already considered a top genius.

However, Xiao Changfeng is more evil than the Holy Son of the Witch Cult.

He is worthy of being ranked among the top ten of the Hidden Dragon Rankings!

"At other times, the Holy Son may really be defeated, but at this time the Holy Son has already performed the blood sacrifice witchcraft, and the Pill Emperor may not be the Holy Son's opponent!"

The Northern Wu ancestor snorted coldly.

I still have full confidence in the Holy Son of Witchcraft.

And at this time.

In the sky above Jiyang City.

The Holy Son of the Witch Cult was surprised, but he quickly recovered.

"No matter what means you have, you will not escape death today. I will use your blood to wash away my shame!"

The Holy Son of Witchcraft has a ferocious face.

Immediately he raised his sword to his eyebrows, the sword glowing across the sky.

Tear!

Above the sky, the blood-colored sword glow was like a bolt of lightning, slashing towards the Azure Dragon Dharma Body within it.

"Blue Sky Dragon Claw Hand!"

Qinglong Dharmakaya's eyes are piercing.

Suddenly the dragon's claws came out and tore the air.

The blue dragon soared into the sky, its claws cracked with swords.

It's a pity that Xiao Changfeng is only in the early stage of becoming a god.

Its Dharmakaya is only one-third as strong as its original body.

Even Xiao Changfeng's true body didn't dare to take the withered witch sword forcefully.

What's more, it's a blue dragon body.

Immediately, the withering witch sword cut the Qinglong Dharma Body into two halves.

The Qinglong Dharmakaya shrank rapidly.

It's like it has withered.

The destruction of Qinglong Dharmakaya.

In exchange, the distance between Xiao Changfeng and the Holy Son of the Witch Cult was shortened by a hundred meters.

"Cut again!"

The Holy Son of the Witch Cult didn't care at this moment, thinking that he just wanted to kill all three figures of Xiao Changfeng.

Then Xiao Changfeng will die!

Whoosh!

Open the sky with one knife.

The withered witch sword slashed down again.

Fifty meters of bloody sword light stretched across the sky.

It seemed as if the entire sky was split open.

And this sword slashed towards the Xuanwu Dharmakaya.

"The water of the Yellow River comes from the sky!"

Xuanwu Dharma Body Movement Xuanwu Immortality Scroll.

Suddenly the water vapor between heaven and earth condensed and turned into a surging river.

The river water is so cold that it freezes my heart.

It is the strong body of the barbarian.

It cannot withstand the erosion of the river.

puff!

However, the withered witch sword fell, and the bloody sword light directly cut off the river.

Then he slashed at the Xuanwu Dharmakaya with a devastating force.

Xuanwu Dharmakaya is weaker than Qinglong Dharmakaya.

How can it block the light of the withered witch sword?

He immediately followed the footsteps of the Qinglong Dharmakaya, withered and died.

"It seems like this is true!"

Killed the Qinglong Dharmakaya and Xuanwu Dharmakaya.

Finally, the Holy Son of the Witch Cult set his sights on Xiao Changfeng.

"kill!"

The Holy Son of the Witch Cult's eyes were scarlet red, and he roared in a shocking manner.

Surging power is poured into the withered witch sword.

The size of the Blighted Witch Knife has grown from six meters to seven meters.

More powerful.

Click!

Like a shocking lightning bolt.

That dazzling sword light, like the blood witch magic sword, can split the world!

This knife.

Xiao Changfeng's divine body couldn't resist it either.

However, Xiao Changfeng did not intend to resist.

Because of the demise of Qinglong Dharmakaya and Xuanwu Dharmakaya.

It bought him enough time.

As a result, he was now less than a hundred meters away from the Holy Son of the Witch Cult.

"The Pill Emperor is dying!"

Watching the withered witch sword fall, Shan Yu was nervous but full of excitement.

"Even if he has magical powers, he can't resist the Holy Son at this time!"

The ancestor of Northern Wu also thinks this way.

She didn't think Xiao Changfeng had a chance to turn around.

After all, holy weapons, martial spirits and magical powers are now available.

There should be no other trump card!

"Draw the ground as a prison talisman array, open!"

But at this time.

Xiao Changfeng drank lightly all his life.

Then eight streams of light flew out from his storage ring.

The stream of light instantly fell around the Holy Son of the Witch Cult.

"rise!"

Xiao Changfeng's tongue burst with spring thunder, and his eyes burst into blue light.

Suddenly the eight talismans suddenly lit up.

It turned into a huge talisman array.

In the talisman array, four bright rays of light criss-crossed.

The Holy Son of Witchcraft is trapped in the word "mouth".

"What's this?"

The Holy Son of Witchcraft was shocked.

Because he found that his movements were ten times slower.

The withered witch sword in his hand was originally faster than lightning, but now it was moving slowly.

"Here comes the sword!"

Xiao Changfeng did not hesitate.

He used One Qi to Transform Three Purities and finally waited for this opportunity.

Definitely not to be missed.

Immediately, the flying sword in the void was controlled by him again and turned into a bronze light.

Kill the Holy Son of Witchcraft.

At this moment, the Holy Son of the Witch Cult wants to use the Withered Witch Knife to resist.

But the speed is too slow, as slow as an old man doing Tai Chi.

There is no way to stop the overwhelming Void Flying Sword.

Poof!

In the eyes of everyone who couldn't believe it.

The Void Flying Sword directly pierced the chest of the Holy Son of the Witch Cult.

A sword flew to kill the Holy Son!


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