Chapter three hundred and ninety seventh: see the leader
"What is this?" The appearance of this white sword light also made the nearby demons aware of it, and they all turned their heads and looked over.
"It seems to be sword intent? Locke, this human boy, still seems unwilling to give up... Hahaha!"
Hearing this, Locke glanced disdainfully at Situ Jiannan who was lying at his feet, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said, "You have the courage to use the sword, but don't have the courage to look up?"
After he finished speaking, he no longer looked at Situ Jiannan. He grabbed a corner of Yuan Shan's broken clothes with one hand and moved his arm slightly, trying to open it.
But at this moment, a dazzling light shone into his pupils.
"You don't overestimate your own capabilities!" He dismissed this. He didn't think that this sword could hurt even a single hair on his head, so he didn't even block it.
Whoosh!
The sword light suddenly passed by, slicing through his arm that was grabbing Yuan Shan's clothes, as fast as a thunderbolt.
Locke was shocked, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he tried to move his arms in disbelief, only to find that... his palms did not obey his orders.
Buzz!
A gentle breeze blew by. This was just a very ordinary wind, and it was difficult to even move the fallen leaves.
But in such a strong wind, half of his arm was completely destroyed and there was no movement at all!
"How... how is it possible!" His heart pounded, he looked at Situ Jiannan at his feet in disbelief, and roared: "What did you do?"
Situ Jiannan raised his head and glanced at him, then laughed very wantonly, so happy and comfortable.
But this laughter became a thorn in the heart of Demon King Locke.
He suddenly became murderous, raised one foot, and stomped hard on Situ Jiannan's head. With his strength, if the foot was firmly planted, Situ Jiannan's soul would definitely be destroyed, and he would be dead or alive.
Situ Jiannan couldn't avoid it, or he couldn't avoid it.
He calmly watched the foot fall, and then slowly closed his eyes. All the emotions in his heart returned to calm, he was not afraid of life or death, and he no longer worried about Yuan Shan's safety.
Because he knew that Qin Yu could protect her and all the human races here!
He will still avenge himself. These gods and demons in front of him... won't be arrogant for long.
However, he waited for a long time, but no pain came at all. It was not until a while later that a scream sounded that almost shattered his eardrums.
He looked up in confusion, and happened to see the originally inconspicuous sword light, like a small scorching sun, transforming into infinite sword shadows, traveling back and forth from Demon King Locke's body.
Every time he shuttled back and forth, he brought up billowing thick black smoke.
Those are traces of the decay of the demon's bloodline, which means that every sword is depriving Locke of his power until he becomes a useless person.
For the demons, this is the most painful torture, bar none!
"Locke!" The changes here quickly aroused the vigilance of the other demons around. They quickly showed themselves and stared at the long sword that was torturing Locke with extremely solemn eyes.
"What kind of sword intent is this, and why is it so terrifying?"
"The way of the sword is the way of the human race. Could it be that there is a quasi-emperor of the human race watching in this dark place?"
"The quasi-emperor of the human race...is good at using swords...hiss, could it be the one from back then..." A demon emperor suddenly screamed in fright, and everyone guessed who he was referring to.
The quasi-emperor of swordsmanship who killed two demon emperors with one sword and seriously injured Zaku - Dugu Hanjiang.
"Impossible, he died millions of years ago. I saw with my own eyes that his soul was completely extinct and there was no possibility of survival..." Another Demon King immediately shook his head in denial.
"No matter what, let's save him first!"
Then they looked at each other and took action together. The vast magic power formed a purple sky, trying to wipe out the sword intent and save Locke.
The current foundation of the Demon Clan is not as good as that of the God Clan. If they lose another Demon King, even if they destroy the human race now, the future situation for them will definitely not be what they want to see.
But soon, they discovered that no matter how vast their magic power was, they could not get within a hundred meters of this sword intention.
It was as if there was a boundless and powerful will guarding the surroundings, not allowing them to interfere at all.
"Damn it...who are they? The human race actually has such a terrifying existence?"
They were frightened in their hearts, but anxious at the same time. Seeing Locke's breath getting weaker and weaker amidst the screams, he became more and more depressed, and he was about to fall to the threshold of the Demon King!
Locke, whose strength was greatly reduced, could no longer spare his attention to imprison Yuan Shan and Situ Jiannan. They were finally able to break free from their restraints and escape from death.
"Is it okay... Come on, put it on quickly!" Situ Jiannan hurriedly held Yuan Shan in his arms, and was relieved when he found that she had no other injuries except for the disordered breath caused by the previous failed self-destruction.
He took off his robe and covered her body to prevent the beauty from leaking out.
"I'm fine!" Yuan Shan shook her head with tears in her eyes. Such a transition from hell to heaven was really hard to accept.
She suddenly turned her head, looked at Locke who was being tortured, and asked, "Isn't that your sword? What's wrong?"
How could Situ Jiannan not know what she meant? He sighed softly and said: "It's the Son of God! He left a sword intention in my sword. Maybe his original intention was for me to understand it quickly, but unfortunately he missed it."
Yuan Shan was shocked when she heard this and said: "You said this is a sword intention left by the Son of God? That demon is a quasi-emperor level Demon Emperor, and the Son of God can knead him at will with just a sword intention?"
As soon as these words came out, Situ Jiannan also fell into a daze.
The situation was urgent just now, so he didn't have time to think so much, but now after Yuan Shan reminded him, he discovered the horror.
More than half a year ago, when they left the dark world, Qin Yu was only at the peak of the Martial Emperor.
Even if he has accumulated a lot, becoming a saint or becoming a saint king may seem exaggerated, but it is acceptable in their eyes.
But now...he is not here, and with just a ray of sword intention left in Situ Jiannan's sword, he has ravaged a quasi-emperor-level Demon Emperor to such a point that he has no power to fight back!
Then what kind of cultivation level should Qin Yu himself have?
It’s scary to think about it!
…
ah--
Locke's terrifying scream interrupted their thoughts.
They turned their heads and looked around, only to see an inhuman figure with flesh and blood cut all over by the sword, rolling feebly over and landing just at his feet.
Then he lay flat on the ground, twitching constantly, his eyes were lifeless, and his original essence was leaking out uncontrollably. His aura was already extremely weak, even worse than Situ Jiannan.
Buzz!
The sword's will flashed and condensed into a human figure, looking at all this indifferently!
"Son of God..." Situ Jiannan blurted out in shock.
This scene was seen by everyone, and they suddenly realized where the terrifying and weird sword intent just now came from!
"Dao Wuya, meet the leader!" Dao Wuya suddenly stood up, faced the young figure, and worshiped respectfully.