“Boom Ka-”
The thunder and lightning flashed and streaked, and everything in heaven and earth was dwarfed by the fierce and unparalleled thunderstorm.
The howling soldier souls were also suppressed by the might of heaven and earth, and the thunder and lightning roared, and smoke rose from the battle armour of ten thousand souls.
“Hidden Mirror Man!”
The blue flames on his halberd burned even more intensely, and a number of Yin souls were thrown into the blue flames from his battle armour, fuelling its power.
With an enemy in front of them, neither Luo Feng nor the soldier souls could care less about redundancy. They wanted to kill this Hidden Mirror Man and extract his spirit into the Battle Armour of Ten Thousand Souls, so that he would be tortured for eternity.
“Ghosts and gods in chaos.”
The Ten Thousand Spirits roared, and the Yin energy and fierce spirits actually repelled the thunderstorm from outside, as Luo Feng danced his halberd, like a chaotic ghost god reborn from hell into the Yang world, rioting against heaven and earth.
“Haha, good, the Great God of War lives up to its name,” laughed Qing Yu, “but that alone will not kill me.”
The Great Evil King pointed diagonally at the sky and the majestic evil energy caused a thunderstorm to strike the Evil Blade, but this fierce thunder power was forcibly controlled by Qing Yu.
In an instant, blazing lightning enveloped the Great Evil King, causing the gloomy blade to blaze white.
“Heavenly thunder guides my blade.”
The Heavenly Thunder Guiding Me Blade from the Twelve Swords of Xuan Yin was brought to life by Qing Yu and applied from above the Great Evil King. All the thunderstorms that filled the sky were attracted by the Wild Evil Qi and incorporated within the vicious blade.
And then ——
Chop.
The thunderstorm evil blade met the demon god’s halberd with fury, and the momentary clash erupted into a thrilling vibration, causing the earth to shake with the power of a mountain collapse, sending smoke and dust into the sky.
“Boom, boom, boom…”
Each kick entered the ground three times, and Luo Feng retreated several steps, traces of blood filling the cracks in his pitch-black battle armour.
It was too strong.
After refining the Qi of the Demon Emperor, Luo Feng could be said to have few rivals below the strongest, and the strange demon he had encountered earlier in Karthim had slaughtered a city and attracted tens of thousands of demon souls before he and Qin Guangwang had fled.
But the one he was facing now did not have the help of tens of thousands of demon souls. But he, Luo Feng, was still so overwhelmed that even his Dacheng Hundred Battles Remaining Body could not withstand that slash, and his body was bathed in blood.
He did not know that Qing Yu was able to fight him with just one half of his body, and now he had another half of his body transmitting his power through the air, so his power had not only multiplied.
Luo Feng’s defeat was only natural.
“When Nangong Knuckle saw that Luo Feng was losing the battle, he wanted to help out with his sword.
However, he had forgotten that there was another Kong Hanging in the air nearby.
“Yo, this little brother, do you also use a sword? Why don’t you accompany me to play a couple of hands?”
Kong Hangkong still didn’t change his offending tone, and the pitch-black light of his cross-hover blade made it impossible for Nangong Knuckle to move forward.
“Ximen, Beitang, you guys go.”
Dongfang Hanzhang and Nangong Ling were blocked by the giant and could not pull themselves out either, so they could only let Ximen Shuangfeng and Beitang Plague go forward to help.
However, although Lin Lingshan was injured, he was still quite strong in battle, and he forcibly stopped Beitang Fei, except for Ximen Shuifeng who sought an opportunity to rush through the blockade.
“Another death-defying one?”
The dark gold figure in the unbroken thunderlight marched out with his sword, his fierce aura causing Ximen Shuifeng, who had come to his aid, to stumble.
“One more person to be buried with you will not be lonely on the road to Yellow Springs, right, Marquis Luo Shen?”
The low laugh contained a playful malice, and Qing Yu’s gaze glanced at Ximen Feng and met his eyes.
When he returned to his senses, his surroundings were still the same, and he could even smell the foul smell of blood, but apart from himself and the man with the hidden mirror, there was no one else in sight.
Dark Ice and Fire Seventh Heaven – Boundless Space.
The opponent enters a world of nothingness and illusion and battles with his own spirit. During this period, both physical bodies have no spirit to hold on to, and at most they can only defend pa*sively by instinct.
However, as Qing Yu has three spirits, he is not in danger of losing control of his body. One soul fought with Simon Feng in the Boundless Space to the death, and one soul was in the True Martial Arts Gate to transfer his power, while the remaining soul took control of his body and continued the unfinished battle with Luo Feng.
“The Ninth Tribulation – Ten Thousand Tribulations of Floating Life.”
One by one, like an illusionary and real condensed body, continued to diverge from the Great Evil King, endlessly, thousands, overwhelming ……
Peddlers, men of letters and writers, powerful generals and soldiers ——
Different attire, but the same face and demeanor.
Resentment, endless resentment, hatred of heaven and earth, hatred of the enemy and hatred of me, hatred of everything.
They tear the veil of hypocrisy and let out the most primitive, savage and ugly side of their hearts. How can one live in this world without resentment? This single slash is a way of pouring out all the hatred and resentment of the red earth and the floating world.
“Kill!”
“Kill!”
“Kill!”
The word “kill” was shouted out from the mouths of countless shadows, either sharply or fiercely, and the shadows of Cang Sheng’s hatred pounced on Luo Feng with incomparable hatred, guided by Qing Yu.
Luo Feng only felt his open Demon God Prison being torn apart in an instant, followed by the strength of a blade that wanted to cut him to pieces by a thousand cuts.
“Ding, ding, ding–”
The Ten Thousand Souls Battle Armour also slowly shattered under this slash, the speed was slow but tangible. The soldier souls attached to it were also shattered. As Qing Yu had said, a dead man under the sword is not to be trifled with!
But Luo Feng had not yet resigned himself to his fate, and Nangong Knuckles would not leave him to die.
“Roar–”
The phantasm of the King of Hell rose from his body, and the essence blood in his body burned so fiercely that it dyed his battle armour a crimson colour.
At the same time, Nangong Knuckle took a hard slash from Kong Hanging in the air and rushed onto the battlefield with blood splattered in his hand, the Sinful Mirror Ketu reflecting the shadow of Cang Sheng’s hatred, and a platform of Sinful Mirror appeared in the sky, bursting out an infinite amount of slash light, cutting down the shadow of Cang Sheng’s hatred.
“Ding ding ding ——”
The sound of sabre thunder was incessant, and the endless amount of shattering sabre qi swept everything around it, cutting it to pieces. The worst of them all was Simon Washing Feng, a Dharma King whose spirit was trapped within the boundless space until his physical body was cut to pieces before he forced himself free due to his survival instincts, feeling the excruciating pain in his body and letting out a pitiful scream.
In the end, the stage of the sinful mirror shattered, turning into large and small sword qi that flew in all directions, turning into nothingness along with the Ten Thousand Tribulations of Floating Life.
When the sword qi dispersed, the scene was a mess, with endless sword marks all over the world, and sword qi flickering in the air from time to time.
Qing Yu’s right sleeve was torn open and a long slash wound was left on his arm. He looked at the rapidly healing wound and said approvingly, “Not bad.”
His opponent, however, could not be so relaxed. Luo Feng’s battle armour was shattered, with only a few fragments still hanging on his body, and the remainder of his hundred battles body was broken, with several bone-deep slash marks and countless tiny slash wounds.
Nangong Knit’s injuries were not deep, except for the wound on his shoulder, which was cut by Kong, and the rest of his injuries were mainly on his arm.
The right hand holding the knife was covered in blood, leaving it along the hilt and cutting several crimson traces on the mirror-like blade.
