With one sword, cut off the arm of the inner demon king!
This sudden scene made Mo Xuan, who narrowly escaped with his life, widen his eyes and feel extremely shocked.
You must know that the Inner Demon King in front of you is not an ordinary strong man on the mainland, but a so-called world-destroying demon that has existed since ancient times. Its terrifying strength has been fully demonstrated just now.
With just one movement and one move, he killed the most powerful person in the Great Perfection Realm of the God Realm, and turned several other super strong people in the God Realm Realm into blood in a snap of his fingers, just like strangling a few ants.
With such strength, he is definitely a peerless demon above the realm of God King...
No, he is the real devil!
But such a powerful and terrifying demon king had his arm cut off by a sword?
Mo Xuan stared blankly at the broken arm of the Inner Demon King, feeling a sense of disbelief.
"How can it be?"
Not only Mo Xuan, but also the Heart Demon King himself was even more surprised. His playful smile gradually disappeared, and a hint of coldness appeared on his originally relaxed face.
He silently looked at the faint icy blue traces on his broken arm, and strange colors were surging in his golden-red eyes.
"This kind of sword wound..."
The inner demon king's pupils shrank, as if he recognized something, his face suddenly changed, he raised his head sharply, his eyes were brighter than ever before, and a monstrous evil aura surged along with his emotional fluctuations.
"Oh, do you recognize it?"
At this moment, the man who drew the sword also showed his traces. He had a delicate face, strange eyes, fluttering clothes, and the pattern of red clouds on a black background was particularly conspicuous in the sun. He was holding a white divine sword, standing proudly in the void, looking sternly.
The world.
"The... chief?"
Below, Mo Xuan stared blankly at the familiar figure arriving here, his mouth wide open, and the expression on his face was particularly wonderful.
If it’s not Feng Zichen, who is it?
At this time, Feng Zichen has a long aura, a calm face, a pair of lavender reincarnation eyes that are faintly glowing, and holds a white Heavenly Emperor Sword. His whole person has a very sharp temperament, like sword rays, piercing the sky!
"The one who cut off the arm of the Heart Demon King just now was actually the leader? How... how is this possible?"
After seeing the face of the visitor clearly, Mo Xuan felt even more surprised, and at the same time, his head was a little dizzy.
He knew that his leader's strength and means were at the top of the mainland, and he was probably no match for even the Divine Realm of Great Perfection, but...
Cutting off the arm of the inner demon king who is equivalent to the strongest person in the God King realm with one sword is still too scary!
Doesn't this mean that the leader also has the strength of the strongest?
Mo Xuan couldn't even think about it, what is the concept of the most powerful? In the entire Dark Night Continent, the realm of the Great Perfection of God's Domain is the strongest. None of the ten high-level dynasties and several ancient leftover forces have shown it on the surface.
The most powerful.
The most powerful ones are the foundation of the Dark Night Temple, and only the Dark Night Temple can cultivate individuals in the realm of God Kings.
The God King Realm is a completely reborn realm. It controls the power of the origin of the laws, and its status is almost equal to that of heaven and earth. Every move can affect the laws of heaven and earth. Even if it dies, it will cause the world to mourn, and the world will lament the unparalleled wonders of the world.
Its power is far beyond what people can imagine!
"The leader..."
Mo Xuan was stunned for a long time before he suddenly realized what he was doing. He quickly moved away from this dangerous place and retreated ten thousand meters away. Then he turned to look at Feng Zichen, his eyes shining with great anticipation.
"Heaven...Emperor...Sword!"
The Inner Demon King was silent for a long time, his eyes fixed on the snow-white divine sword in Feng Zichen's hand. The expression on his face was very complicated. Behind the crazy resentment, there was also a trace of fear and fear hidden.
After all, this is the original divine sword that once completely destroyed his demonic body!
Seeing this Heavenly Emperor Sword, the inner demon king's heart trembled uncontrollably, and he couldn't help but think of its owner, the man who always fluttered in white, held a sword with cold eyes, and defeated thousands of world demons...
That is the source of fear for all world demons in their lives, and is the devil in their eyes!
"Yes, it is the Heavenly Emperor Sword. Why, do you already feel fear when you see this sword at this moment?"
Feng Zichen stood proudly in the void, holding the Heavenly Emperor Sword in his hand. The tip of the sword was hanging down, pointing directly at the inner demon king. The corners of his mouth were curved, with a strange look in his eyes, and he spoke with a slight smile.
The Inner Demon King raised his head slightly, his black-gold scales glowing slightly, and his whole body seemed to be made of black iron, showing a gold-iron texture. The golden runes and light made him look particularly noble.
He finally spoke and looked directly at Feng Zichen, with undisguised contempt and anger in his eyes.
"A mere human being who only got that guy's relics dares to talk to me like this?"
"Who gave you the courage?"
"You just have the Heavenly Emperor Sword in your hand? How ridiculous!"
The inner demon king didn't say anything, but he opened his mouth with cold and ruthless ridicule, raised his arrogant head, and used the ultimate trick, King's Contempt!
He was indeed very angry. He was already furious when he saw this damn Heavenly Emperor Sword, but this insignificant human dared to mock himself with it, and being so offensive made him even more furious.
Simply unforgivable!
"Boy, the strength of the Heavenly Emperor's Sword is only due to its master. How can you, a small person in the Divine Realm, exert the power of this sword?"
The inner demon king's tone was cold, his eyes were cold, and he spoke quietly, feeling really angry in his heart.
When did he, the majestic king of the realm demon clan and the ruler of thousands of realm demons, fall to the point where he could offend anyone?
He must be killed!
Feng Zichen smiled lightly and slowly raised the Heavenly Emperor Sword. The long and narrow blade reflected ice-blue light under the sunlight, and wisps of sword light appeared faintly, filled with indescribable origin fluctuations.
"If you were the inner demon king at your peak, I might not be able to do anything to you, but now..."
Feng Zichen's eyes turned cold, and he raised his eyes. The extremely cold murderous intention couldn't help but reveal itself, shattering the sky and the earth.
"How much strength do you still have at your peak? I'm afraid the most common God King realm is the limit, right?"
The cold shout was like a hammer in the air, which made the inner demon king tremble in his heart and his face became gloomy.
Indeed, I have just gotten rid of that damn seal, and I only have a broken soul. Even though I have absorbed a few good human blood foods, I still haven't regained any strength.
The strength of the lower god king in this world is all he can exert at present. If he wants to restore his peak strength, he must absorb enough blood food and re-condensate the supreme demon body, otherwise...
I'm afraid the world will react soon and shoot out the Cleaners to kill them all!
"Hmph, he is indeed a human being who can be recognized by the Emperor's Sword. His strength is not that great, but he has mastered the art of talking..."
Facing the sneer and ridicule of the inner demon king, Feng Zichen looked calm and calm on the surface, but in his heart he was scolding her.
"I really want to be recognized by the Emperor Sword, but I can't do it!"
"The damn sword spirit will treat me as a free laborer..."