Kun Mingzi raised his head and glanced at the Nine Dragon Sky Coffin, and said coldly: "In front of me, you are trying to kill more than a dozen sword cultivators from the Ming clan. This is a provocation to me, Kun Mingzi!"
He raised his sword finger, and three feet of black light shot through the air.
As the flying sword passed by, the illusion of a black river appeared in the sky.
His sword actually reflected the River Styx, which represents death.
The Styx paved the way, and the flying sword turned into a dark blade of light and hit the sky coffin.
"boom!!"
A sound that sounded like a physical collision.
The void trembled, and the flying sword turned back.
A crack visible to the naked eye appeared on the sky coffin, and the crack spread, but it did not completely destroy it.
Kun Mingzi saw that the Sword of Styx, which he was bound to win, actually failed to break the opponent's Nine Dragons Coffin Sword Game, and his face instantly became livid.
"It's so powerful! It can actually block my Styx Sword, and then block my Underworld Zangyue Blade!"
He raised his sword finger again, and the flying sword that was spinning suddenly stopped in mid-air, reversed, and killed again.
The flying sword turned into a black waning moon and struck the coffin in the sky again.
There was a cracking sound!
The Kowloon Sky Coffin was shattered into pieces, and a dozen figures escaped from it.
I saw more than a dozen people at this time, all with withered and yellow hair, dull complexions, and a black air oozing out from the hall.
Black energy is the energy of death. As long as a few people come out a moment later, their vitality will be completely exhausted and they will die.
These people's faces showed the horror of the aftermath of the disaster. When they saw Li Kezhou, they were so frightened that they retreated, as if they were worried that the other party would kill him again.
Li Kezhou was not too surprised when he defeated Kun Mingzi with two swords.
At first, his sword was just in its infancy, and although it was extremely powerful, it didn't change much.
A perfect swordplay can only be perfected after long-term deductions and generations of improvement.
Secondly, regarding Kun Mingzi, he had more or less figured out the details of this person. In terms of true strength, he was still above the four sons of gods. Although he did not know the origin of this person, he was obviously extremely extraordinary.
He glanced at the few people who had escaped and smiled slightly: "Originally, we could live in peace with each other, but the sin of greed made you make irrational choices. Today is a punishment for you. There are not many today.
Live your life well and do something meaningful..."
The eyes of more than a dozen Nether Clan sword cultivators were filled with hatred.
No one knows their situation better than them.
Indeed, as Li Kezhou said, during the short period of time they were trapped in the coffin, most of their vitality was wiped out, and vitality is longevity.
At this level of cultivation, they already have a relatively clear understanding of their physical condition. They can roughly sense that their lifespan is about to expire and they have no more years to live.
Such a situation would make them feel more desperate than killing them.
Because this undoubtedly ended their training, this life's journey of swordsmanship has basically come to an end.
The hatred in the eyes of more than a dozen people was as blazing as fire, but no one dared to act rashly, because the strength of the man in front of them was beyond their ability to understand.
First, there was the sound of swords that shattered people at the third watch, and then there was this weird "Nine Dragons Transforming into Heaven Coffin". Each method was stronger than the other, and each was more evil than the other, so that several people simply lost the courage to fight again.
Li Kezhou ignored several people, took the dragon-calling flute, and stepped up to the altar.
There were nine steps, and every time he stepped on one, he felt a strong sense of oppression.
Each layer was superimposed ten times, and he now understood why Kun Mingzi walked so slowly before.
But this level of oppression did not have much impact on him, simply because the strength of his body had exceeded the limits of the human body.
Seeing him on the altar, one of the dozen or so people who had survived the disaster suddenly stepped forward and held his hand towards Kun Mingzi:
"This human bastard has cut off the swordsmanship of more than a dozen of us, leaving me with no more than five years of longevity left. This hatred cannot be shared by heaven, but today we are unable to take revenge. I beg Kun Mingzi to take action to kill this evil man."
Kill the thief, as long as you kill this evil thief, my life will be yours..."
Several others, blinded by hatred, also stepped forward to express their stance.
These people only have a few years left to live. If they can see the culprit punished during their lifetime, they will die without any regrets.
Kun Mingzi didn't look at them twice, but fixed his gaze on Li Kezhou who was walking up to the altar.
After a moment, he said calmly: "A person whose body is half buried in the ground is not worthy of my use, but don't worry! He will definitely die today..."
After he finished speaking, he showed a playful smile.
Because he saw that Li Kezhou picked up the dragon-calling flute in his hand and was about to try to play it.
Xue Ninglu also looked at the altar intently.
(With his level of cultivation, there should be no problem in blowing the dragon-summoning flute. It is even foreseeable that he will be able to play the dragon-calling flute for three times, but I don’t know if he can surpass Kun Mingzi and reach the fifth ring!) Xue Ninglu whispered secretly in her heart.
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"You lowly human race wants to play the dragon-calling flute. It's really a daydream." Prince Yongye mocked loudly.
But just as he finished his words, he whimpered for a long time, and the first ring suddenly sounded.
"This beast actually blew the whistle!!"
"The sky has no eyes! A human bastard can actually play the dragon-calling flute!"
"This must be his limit. If he is allowed to play the second note, there will be no justice in the world."
The group of people who had narrowly escaped death were no longer afraid for a short time when they saw Li Kezhou going up to the altar. All kinds of vicious words came out of their mouths in a continuous stream. Everyone gnashed their teeth, and veins popped up on their foreheads with hatred.
The first sound just fell, and the second long sound...
This makes the listener feel jealous.
Among them was Prince Yongye.
This person was originally expecting to see the other party make a fool of himself, but to his surprise, the second flute sound sounded, which completely subverted his prediction.
At the same time, as the second sound sounded, the silent dragon energy was awakened and began to fly out of the dragon's lair.
The second tone fell, and the third tone began to ring...
"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!" Prince Yongye's eyes widened with disbelief on his face.
"The human race's weak body is simply not strong enough to play the Dragon Summoning Flute. I have never heard of any human race being able to play the third note of the Dragon Summoning Flute before!"
Kun Mingzi, who had a high self-esteem, had a confident and gentle smile on his face, but disappeared without knowing when. His face was gloomy and his eyes were twinkling.
As the third tone sounded, the awakened dragon energy in the Ten Thousand Dragons Pit swarmed out from countless dragon lairs in huge numbers, flying towards the tomb dragon statue from all directions and entering the dark and deep dragon mouth.
"Every dragon's cave has dragon energy flying in, and it's so vast. There's a lot of power left. Could it be that... this beast will finally blow the legendary fifth note, or even the sixth note, above Kun Mingzi?"
Sound?" Everyone looked disbelieving, uncertain, and talking to themselves.
Except for Xue Ninglu, no one present wanted to see him reach that level, and they all cursed secretly. It would be best if something unexpected happens and he dies miserably on the altar.