"You are really too arrogant. You don't even know the true strength of this saint. As the supreme beings of all realms, we, the Rakshasa clan, are existences that you, the mere human race, can despise."
Spirit Saint laughed angrily. He quickly adjusted his mentality and regained some sense from his rage, so that he would not run away on the spot.
"A guy who was slapped three times by this saint actually dares to call himself the Supreme Being of All Realms, Spiritual Saint. Can you please give me some face?" Du Ning sneered.
"you……"
Spirit Saint suddenly became angry with embarrassment, and his face turned red. They believed that the Rakshasa tribe was the most noble race in the Holy Forest Continent, but he was whipped away by Du Ning three times. He really had no face to claim to be the so-called Supreme Being of All Worlds.
That is an insult to the title Supreme of All Realms.
"Damn it! Damn it! Du Ning actually humiliated this saint like this. He really deserves death!" Spirit Saint roared in his heart.
"Come on, the so-called Supreme Master of All Realms, let me see your strength!"
Du Ning smiled slightly, and the words "Supreme of All Realms" emphasized the tone, which was extremely ironic.
"Okay, I will let you see what it means to be a late semi-saint, and what it means to be the supreme being of all realms!"
The Holy Spirit roared, waved his sleeves slightly, and his holy power burst out.
A ray of light fell from the sky, and within it was a golden sword, exuding bursts of majestic pressure from the Holy Power.
"Holy weapon! This is a holy weapon! The holy weapon of our Rakshasa clan!"
"I didn't expect that the All Saints Pavilion would actually give these holy weapons to the Spirit Saint."
"The real duel has only begun now. With the help of the holy weapon, it will be easy for the Holy Spirit to kill Du Ning!"
Countless Rakshasa tribesmen roared loudly, and their confidence exploded the moment they saw the Holy Spirit sacrificing the holy weapon.
All the saints of the Rakshasa tribe also suddenly realized that it was no wonder that Lou Sheng had so much confidence in the Spiritual Saint. It turned out that he had assigned the sacred weapon to the Spiritual Saint for use.
The so-called holy weapon is a super powerful magic weapon refined by the Rakshasa clan. Only a semi-saint can control it, and it has great power.
With the help of sacred weapons, the strength of the Rakshasa semi-saints can be greatly improved.
At the same time, the expression of the human scholar began to become serious, and the Holy Spirit sacrificed the holy weapon. The next battle must be very risky, and if you are not careful, you may be killed by the holy weapon.
"Hmph! It's okay to challenge Du Sheng with the cultivation of the late half saint, but he actually takes out the holy weapon to fight. The Rakshasa tribe really has no martial ethics!"
"The ancient sword of our half-saint human race may not lose to the sacred weapon of the Rakshasa clan. What's more, our human race still has many war poems to use. Du Sheng will definitely be able to kill the spiritual saint."
"That's right, Du Sheng's cultivation is unfathomable and beyond our ability to fathom."
Countless scholars still have faith in Du Ning, because Du Ning can shock countless scholars every time.
The Holy Spirit stroked the holy weapon, looked at Du Ning and said proudly: "This Xuanming Holy Sword is the seventh-ranked holy weapon of our Rakshasa clan. It has been passed down from generation to generation and has killed three human half-saints and two human beings."
Demon Saint, today, I will kill you with this sword."
After he finished speaking, he looked at Du Ning as if he were looking at a dead person.
Du Ning said calmly: "I have heard about the sacred weapon of your Rakshasa tribe. It is a sacred weapon cultivated with holy power and passed down from generation to generation. Although the sacred weapon is powerful, the room for improvement is very limited. Do you think you have it in your hand?"
Can the scraps of metal really kill me?"
"Shattered metal?"
The Rakshasa people were furious, while the human scholars felt happy. In the whole world, I am afraid that only Du Ning dared to describe the sacred artifact as scrap metal.
Spiritual Saint was also very angry, but he still suppressed his anger and said: "How dare you underestimate my clan's sacred weapon? Arrogant! Shameless! Ignorant!"
"Let's take action! I have given you enough time, don't let me down." Du Ning said impatiently.
"court death!"
The Holy Spirit shouted sharply, took out the Xuanming Golden Sword, used a secret technique, and injected the majestic holy power into the Xuanming Holy Sword. Suddenly, the golden light burst out, turning into a hundred-foot giant in the sky, exuding a very terrifying
breath.
"Holy Sword Cut!"
Lingsheng fired a magic spell, and the golden giant sword slashed down towards Du Ning with great momentum. It not only had the power of thunder, but also had the speed of lightning.
At this moment, Du Ning opened his mouth slightly, spitting out the Kunlun Holy Sword and slashing towards the golden giant sword.
During the process of slashing it out, the Kunlun Holy Sword also turned into a giant one hundred feet in size, exuding waves of majestic holy power.
This aura was extremely majestic, directly suppressing the aura of the Xuanming Holy Sword.
"boom!"
Swords and swords clashed in the world of life and death. In an instant, the wind and clouds changed, lightning flashed and thunder thundered, and the whole earth trembled violently.
All the humans and Rakshasa tribes who were watching this scene seemed to be able to feel the powerful holy power coming towards them even though they were only separated by an image.
The next moment, the Xuanming Holy Sword was pushed back, and the golden light dimmed a lot.
On the other hand, Du Ning's Kunlun Holy Sword was not only unscathed, but its aura became more powerful, becoming more and more courageous with each battle.
"How is this possible! How is this possible! Presumptuous! Presumptuous!"
Lou Sheng suddenly roared, furious and furious.
The other saints also had red eyes, finding it difficult to accept this fact.
Judging from the current situation, the power of the Xuanming Holy Sword is actually slightly inferior to the Kunlun Holy Sword!
"Impossible! This is simply impossible!"
Spirit Saint turned pale with shock, his eyes full of disbelief, and shouted: "My Xuanming Holy Sword is the seventh-ranked holy weapon of the Rakshasa tribe. What is your Kunlun Holy Sword? How can it be compared with the Xuanming Holy Sword?"
A duel between the Holy Swords of the Underworld? I don’t believe it!”
He immediately continued to use his secret technique, urging the Xuanming Holy Sword to launch a fierce attack on the Kunlun Holy Sword.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
There were loud sounds in the world of life and death, and the Xuanming Holy Sword and the Kunlun Holy Sword clashed again. The majestic holy power collided with each other, and they fought for more than ten rounds at once.
Until finally, the Holy Sword of Xuanming was blown away, its light dimmed a bit, and it couldn't stop trembling, as if it was afraid of the Holy Sword of Kunlun.
The holy weapon has spirit!
But Du Ning's Kunlun Holy Sword still has majestic holy power, without any attenuation.
"What kind of thing is the Xuanming Holy Sword? Is it worthy of competing with my Kunlun Holy Sword?"
Du Ning's retort was like a heavy hammer hitting Ling Sheng's heart.
The power of the Kunlun Holy Sword is far beyond the imagination of the world. After consolidating the semi-saint realm, the Kunlun Holy Sword can still exert great power even without the use of war poems.
A mere alien half-saint is not worthy of having Du Ning, who has consolidated his semi-saint realm, offer a war poem.
"puff!"
After listening to Du Ning's words, Spirit Saint finally couldn't help opening his mouth and vomiting blood. This was because Du Ning was so angry.
"The Holy Spirit Vomited Blood! The Holy Spirit Vomited Blood!"
"It's over! This person's strength is really above that of the Holy Spirit!"
"We're all screwed!"
Countless Rakshasa people collapsed completely, as if their spiritual pillars collapsed. Some Rakshasa people couldn't even bear the blow and went crazy and became dementia on the spot.
At this moment, the spirit of the entire Rakshasa tribe was suppressed by Du Ning alone!