2989: C2989 The Holy Sword of the King

C2989 The Holy Sword of the King

"Kakakaka..."

Demon Saint Ji Meng casually stretched his muscles and bones, and a crackling sound of thunder unexpectedly erupted. His expression was full of impatience as he coldly said, "You little brats, are you tickling this king?"

The attacks of the Thunder Eagle of Absolute Beginning and the Golden-Winged Peng were getting fiercer and fiercer, but the sharp slashes could not even break through his defense. They could only leave faint marks on his thick dragon scales.

"Extreme Blade Thunder Cut - Flash!"

"Sword Punishment - Break!"

Luo Xingyun and Duanmu Chen circled around to the blind spot behind Demon Saint Ji Meng's back and unleashed their long-accumulated attacks at the same time.

A brilliant golden sword light and an ink-purple sword light intersected and converged at the back of Ji Meng's waist almost at the same time.

"Clang!"

When the sword beam hit Ji Meng, it did not seem to have landed on flesh and blood, but on a metal meteorite. A dull sound burst out.

The two sword beams were shockingly powerful. Even Ji Meng, who had thick skin, could not help but stagger two steps forward. He vaguely felt a burning pain on his back.

This also meant that the joint attack of Luo Xingyun and Duanmu Chen had succeeded in breaking Ji Meng's thick skin defense.

However, it was only a temporary pain. The toughness of Demon Saint Ji Meng's body could be said to be abnormal, especially his self-healing ability, which had reached a sensational level.

Before the blood flowed down, the sword scar on Demon Saint Ji Meng's back healed quickly, and even the damaged dragon scales were restored to their original state.

"What's going on with this guy? Isn't he too strong?" Luo Xingyun frowned and exclaimed in his heart.

This was the most powerful attack that the two of them could launch at the moment, but it could only barely break through their defense, completely unable to cause any damage to Demon Saint Ji Meng.

Although Demon Saint Ji Meng was a Demon Saint at the pinnacle of the Legendary Realm, and his realm was a lot higher than the two of them, he was at least at the rank, and the gap between their strength shouldn't be so huge.

"Boom!"

Before Luo Xingyun and Duanmu Chen could recover from their shock, a long whip that carried a violent thunderbolt struck them.

Before the two of them could see their opponent's movements clearly, the lightning attack that was like a hot knife cutting through butter had already struck them. The terrifying force made them unable to parry the attack, and they were fiercely sent flying.

"Puff..."

Luo Xingyun's face rolled for several hundred meters before he finally managed to stop. He struggled to get up, and just as he was about to speak, a fishy and sweet taste emerged from his throat, and black blood uncontrollably spurted out.

"Boring..."

Demon Saint Ji Meng glanced at the two severely injured people, but didn't chase after them. He just casually threw the dying Jade Fire Golden Glass Dragon in his hand, lifted his leg, and stomped it heavily on the ground. Then, he looked in the direction of Feng Yixiu and Hu Jiu'er and said indifferently, "I don't know who gave you the courage to come to the territory of the demon race with such mediocre strength. I wonder who gave you the courage to behave atrociously in the territory of the demon race."

"You are going too far!"

Marshal Gu's face was ashen. He clenched his fists and prepared to rush forward to fight with his life.

This guy was going too far. He actually used his holy spirit as a weapon to attack his companion, and even stepped on it mercilessly.

"Marshal Gu, don't be impulsive. Don't forget that you have more important things to do..." Feng Yixiu suddenly spoke and tried to dissuade him.

Hearing this, Marshal Gu also stopped walking. He nodded slightly and quietly stepped to the side.

However, if one observed carefully, one could see that his eyes were looking at Bai Ze, who was hiding in the distance and watching the battle.

"Kid, you're just a mere battle spirit emperor. How can you make three Holy Spiritual King listen to your every word? It seems like you are one of them." Demon Saint Ji Meng looked at Feng Yixiu for a long time and said coldly, "It's a pity that you are on the wrong side. You are destined to die here today. Otherwise, I won't be able to explain it to the thousands of demons... "

"You are too confident. Since I dared to come to Qing Qiu, I naturally have a way to leave safely." The corner of Feng Yixiu's mouth raised slightly as he spoke in an indifferent tone.0

"Oh? I really don't know where you got your confidence from..." Ji Meng sneered and shook his head, totally not putting Feng Yixiu in his eyes.

"You will know later..."

While speaking, Feng Yixiu looked at the person beside him. Hu Jiu'er also understood what he meant. She immediately activated the Hungry Ghost Path and entered the spirit attaching state and entered his body.

At the same time, the 99 Disenchanting Demon Lotuses were all absorbed and the four Sacred Spirit Seals were activated at the same time.

Feng Yixiu's aura instantly increased by several dimensions, and violent spirit press exploded with a loud bang. He was not inferior to Ji Meng, who was overbearing and domineering.

"This is really a strange ability, but this isn't enough to defeat me." A curious look emerged in Ji Meng's grey eyes, as if he was interested in Feng Yixiu's transformation.

"Whether you can defeat me or not is not up to you to decide. You will have to give it a try before you know..." Feng Yixiu's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a frightening killing intent. He had also become serious.

"Hahaha..." Seeing Feng Yixiu's serious look, Demon Saint Ji Meng couldn't help covering his face and laughing wildly. He said in a clear voice, "It has been a long time since I've met such an arrogant kid like you. If you hadn't bathed Qing Qiu in blood... Perhaps I would still be willing to make friends with you, what a pity! "

"I don't lack friends, but a little brother. Why don't you follow me in the future?" Feng Yixiu's eyes were gloomy as he said coldly.

"You really have a sharp tongue. I hope your strength is as good as your mouth!" Ji Meng didn't get angry. Instead, he showed a hint of admiration. Then, he continued, "Don't say that I'm bullying you. I'll let you have three moves first. As for whether you can seize the opportunity, that will depend on your luck... "

Feng Yixiu was startled for a moment, then he gently nodded his head and said indifferently, "Since it's your good intention, I won't back off. As you wish!"

After saying that, Demon Saint Ji Meng really stood there, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and stared at Feng Yixiu with a playful expression, as if he was saying, Let's see what you can do to me!

"Jiu'er, give me a hand!"

"Okay!"

Feng Yixiu communicated with Hu Jiu'er using his Divine Sense. His right arm was suddenly enveloped by a dazzling nine-colored light. A long and thin, bright and resplendent holy sword slowly took shape.

This sword was Hu Jiu'er's king's holy sword. It was a powerful holy sword formed by the power of the nine elements. Its shape was as thin as a cicada's wing, like a translucent light sword.

Feng Yixiu held the two swords and slowly lowered his body. The muscles on his legs bulged like dragons. Thunder exploded under his feet. He slowly raised his head and wild killing intent burst out from his eyes. He was like a ferocious beast that could devour at any time.

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