"Dear His Majesty Di Jiang, is this the strength of your incarnation as a sub-sage? Where did you get the shame to dare to issue an edict to this saint?"
Du Ning continued to taunt, and after refining part of Thunder Wanjun's power, the power of the Kunlun Holy Sword was significantly enhanced. If he continued to refine the Kunlun Holy Sword, the benefits would be self-evident.
Di Jiang's face suddenly turned red, as if he had been greatly humiliated. If he could not kill Du Ning today, it would be a huge blow to his reputation as a sub-sage.
"Du Sheng, the thunderous power just now was just a test. Since you want to play big, then I will help you!"
Di Jiang's eyes boiled with murderous intent, and he shouted: "Thunder is rolling!"
Thunder and lightning beams descended from the sky one after another, circling around Dijiang. Each thunder and lightning beam contained the power of thunder.
Multiple thundering forces gathered in the air, surging like a stormy sea, and bursts of thunder shook the earth.
Kongcheng is protected by the power of the holy temple, but even so, everyone in the city has to cover their ears.
The so-called deafening is nothing more than that.
"Rolling thunder! This is one of His Majesty Di Jiang's killing moves. Even if you are at the peak of Semi-Saint, there is absolutely no way you can stop it. You are dead, haha..." Di Hao laughed wildly.
"not necessarily!"
Du Ning was also full of fighting spirit. He pointed the hundred-foot-long Kunlun Holy Sword at Di Jiang and declared war again: "Come on Di Jiang, if you can't defeat me, don't daydream about the Sub-Sage Supreme. I will make you sober."
Wake up and tell you that the so-called thunder and rolling is nothing!"
"You actually dare to pick it up!"
Di Jiang was calm on the surface, but he was overjoyed in his heart. He thought that Du Ning was too arrogant and underestimated the power of Thunder. This was the best time to kill him in one fell swoop!
Even if Duning manages to survive, he will definitely suffer huge losses.
"Very well, then go die!"
Dijiang activated his natural magical power, and bursts of thunderous power surged out and rushed toward Du Ning, with such momentum that he drowned and killed Du Ning.
"What a move, Ben Lei Rolling. There is an aura that can destroy the world. If he avoids it, this force will definitely affect the people of the human race when it lands in Kongcheng. If he takes it hard, he will definitely fall on Ben Lei Rolling."
Now, Du Sheng, Du Sheng, you are simply asking for your own death! Haha..."
Di Hao laughed wildly, as if he had seen the scene of Du Ning struggling painfully in the rolling thunder and then dying. The human race lost the semi-saint, which must be a huge blow to the human race.
Du Ning's face was slightly solemn, and without saying a word, he injected the majestic holy power into the Kunlun Holy Sword, completely stimulating the power of the holy sword to fight against the rolling thunder of the Emperor River.
The hundred-foot-long Kunlun Holy Sword fell down.
"Boom!"
Thunder and lightning burst out, filling the entire sky, causing the sky to flash and flash, as if the end of the world was coming.
Then he saw Ben Lei, like a torrent, being forcibly split in two by the Kunlun Holy Sword.
Holy Sword Distributes Thunder!
"Severing thunder with one sword? Impossible! This is simply impossible!"
Di Hao's laughter stopped abruptly, and instead his expression changed drastically, and he roared hysterically at Du Ning. His face was extremely red, and he was actually slapped in the face by what he said. He wanted to rip off Du Ning's skin.
But what made him even more unbearable was that Du Ning actually used the power of the holy sword to split Ben Lei in two, which was completely beyond Di Hao's expectations.
At this moment, even Di Jiang could not remain calm.
"presumptuous!"
Dijiang roared angrily and kept summoning more thunderbolts to rush towards the Kunlun Holy Sword. He didn't believe it. The power of thunder unleashed by his sub-sage incarnation couldn't do anything to a small human half-saint.
The Kunlun Holy Sword was swung in the air. Although it was huge, under Du Ning's control, it was as flexible as an arm and could withstand the bombardment of many thunders.
Di Hao just stared at this scene, wishing he could help Di Jiang, but that would mean that he thought Di Jiang could not kill Du Ning with his strength. This was a great disrespect to Yasheng, so in order not to
Di Hao could only endure it if it offended Di Jiang's pride.
If Di Hao's help is really needed, Di Jiang will issue an order.
"You can't hold on for long!" Di Hao gritted his teeth.
When the human saints saw Du Ning holding Di Jiang's thunder power alone, they all opened their mouths and were stunned.
"Du Sheng is indeed a Du Sheng. He can withstand such a strong force of thunder and lightning. If it were another half-sage, he might not be able to withstand much." Yan Shenggong said.
"Look at Du Sheng's holy sword, it seems a little weird."
Fan Qianfeng said: "It is clear that the power of thunder hit the Holy Sword, and the Holy Sword did withstand a certain degree of thunder power, but why is it that the Holy Sword not only stays safe, but becomes more courageous the more he fights? Could it be that his Holy Sword gets stronger the more he hits it?
powerful?"
The saints were shocked again and hurriedly took out their holy thoughts to observe carefully.
"He is tempering the holy sword with thunder!"
The one who spoke was Ke Yufeng, his voice trembling a little.
"This kid is too messy! If the tempering fails, the holy sword will be in danger of being destroyed, and the consequences will be disastrous!"
Duke Yan Sheng couldn't help but curse. After all, he was a great scholar, and he actually scolded a semi-sage for being a brat. In normal times, it could definitely be called a violation of etiquette, but the saints present felt that there was no sense of violation at all.
"However, Du Sheng will not fail." Fan Qianfeng said proudly.
All the saints were stunned at first, and then showed envy. Tempering the holy sword with the power of thunder will definitely make the power of the holy sword close to the sub-sage level. In addition, Du Ning is the master of the Kunlun literary world.
Invisibly, he can obtain special literary power, enough to make Du Ning comparable to the Yasheng.
"puff!"
Du Ning suddenly opened his mouth and couldn't help but spit out blood. The holy sword was attacked by thunder and would inevitably suffer some damage. If Du Ning's holy power had not been strong enough, the holy sword would have been unable to withstand it.
When all the saints saw this, they were shocked and turned pale.
"Ha ha……"
Di Jiang and Di Hao couldn't help but be ecstatic, but Du Ning finally couldn't bear it anymore!
"You laughed too soon!"
Du Ning waved his hand and sent the holy blood he spat out into the air, where it merged with the Kunlun Holy Sword.
The blood of a semi-saint also contains great righteousness!
The holy blood blended into the holy sword, and a layer of red light appeared on the surface, instantly repairing all damage on the surface of the Kunlun Holy Sword.
At the same time, a majestic thunder aura emitted, reaching straight into the sky.
"Why does his holy sword emit thunder?"
"What...is going on?"
Di Jiang and Di Hao did not dare to laugh. They stared closely at Du Ning's holy sword, trying to observe and analyze.
The next moment, Di Hao cried out: "He is actually using the power of His Majesty Di Jiang's thunder to practice the Holy Sword, thus possessing the breath of thunder!"