C885 (1/2)
”Boy, if you can kill six strong Tiandi from thousands of miles away, even my yannu has to admit that you are very strong, even stronger than cangming, but I'm by no means comparable to those rubbish. If you want to kill me, don't daydream!”
Although he has been defeated by cangming, Yan Nu is not worried about his own safety. All his reliance is placed on the ZuLong Tianzhu in the center of his eyebrows. As long as this magic weapon is still there, he is confident to leave here safely!
”Why nonsense? I'll see if I can kill you!”
Slowly put down her hand, Hong Ling carefully looked at the dark gold God Xi interwoven in the void, her face was full of calm color, he knew exactly how strong Yan Nu was, but such power was still not enough in front of the supreme emperor of heaven!
Hiss! Hiss! Countless dark gold gods turned into silk threads, and Yan Nu once again raised his hand to take a picture in the sky. With the huge black God light, he condensed a cold magic blade, and then he turned his long sword and slashed the net!
Brush! The powerful arc-shaped air blade thrown out from the magic knife quickly cuts through the void, such as the waning moon suddenly falling from the dark, and cuts all the rules encountered horizontally, leaving only countless fragments until it hits the dense net.
The silent collision brings only calm, calm void, calm snare and calm Sabre Qi. It slowly attracts all people's eyes, and makes many strong people who look at this place feel cold and even look ugly.
The sharp silk thread of the net easily cut into the air of the knife and turned it into countless pieces. That terrible knife could not even cut a silk thread of the net, but it was twisted into powder, and there was no trace left!
”It's so powerful. It's just a net formed casually that it blocks the sword of Yan Nu, the master of the magic Jiao palace. It doesn't consume any power. This incomparable emperor respects Hongling and is terrible!”
There is a famous immortal who has been staring at the battle above the sky, and his eyes are full of admiration and fear. To be fair, Yan Nu, the master of the magic Jiao palace, is already a rare master in the realm of the emperor of heaven. However, his powerful knife can not shake the net made by Hongling with his bare hands, which makes many people feel incredible!
”That's the power of the supreme emperor of heaven. Even the masters who face the same realm have the invincible posture. Even if they don't use their own magic weapons, they can also push forward the existence of terror in an era!”
Compared with other people's exclamation, the master of the magic Jiao palace, Yan Nu, was completely angry. He didn't expect that his knife could not even break the divine Xi net of the matchless emperor. What's more, since Hongling coagulated the net, he didn't care about himself, which made him feel that it was a shame that he had never had before!
”Wushuang emperor Zun? Just a little guy who has only been promoted to heaven for a few months also dares to come to the divine world with an unparalleled reputation. My palace master will let you know that the so-called supreme emperor is just like this in front of me! ”
Hum! The power of the magic sword in his hand was so powerful that he ignored the rapidly closed net and turned to the man Dao one and fired at Hong Ling. Maybe the Dao Qi could not cut the silk thread, but he had confidence in his own magic weapon!
Ding! The sharp point of the knife was on the net, which made a sound of metal chatter. However, Yan Nu, who broke out his strength to the extreme, suddenly felt his consciousness hurt, as if he had been stung by something, which made him look bad!
When he tried to motivate his own God, he felt that his consciousness was constantly being cut, which made him pay attention to his own magic knife, but found that there were countless silk threads embedded in it, or life cut into the blade!
The spirit of magic knife is now cut into pieces by powerful forces. Even if it wants to maintain the illusory spirit with the God of heaven, it can't do it at all. Those silk threads are so terrible that they can't heal after being cut by them!
”How could this be possible? How could his power have such a powerful destructive power? Why did the incomparable emperor's divine light surpass my yannu so much?”
Sensing that the silk thread on the long knife was cutting towards the handle of the sword, Yan Nu quickly threw the magic tool away. Suddenly, a sharp pain spread like a tsunami in his mind, pushing his consciousness into chaos. The next moment, he realized that his God body was touched by something!
Hiss! A burst of scarlet blood shot from the four limbs and hundreds of skeletons. The fine blood thread almost covered Yan Nu's body, making him look like a bloody man. Even his clothes were wet with blood!
”Yan Nu, the leader of the Mojiao palace, wanted to kill you. It's my elder brother cangming's business, but you shouldn't threaten me with cruel words, so you'd better go and die at ease!”
A little bit, Hongling's fingertips have a tiny ripple, followed by a silk thread absorbed by his God, gently wrapped in the knuckles, he gently pulled.
Hissing, as if the silk thread was torn open, countless tiny dark gold long threads were drawn by inexplicable force, and constantly protruded from Yan Nu's body and gathered towards Hongling's fingertips. Wushuang emperor Zun just gently turned his knuckles and gathered all the silk threads together!”Yan Nu's breath is declining rapidly. What happened?”
Many people are staring at the dark god Xi that covers the whole body of the demon Jiao palace master, and their looks are somewhat dignified, because all the evil Qi is turning into a huge whirlpool and shrinking towards Yan Nu's four limbs and hundreds of skeletons. When all the fog is completely closed, they hear the sound of rustling.
Whoa! The wind is blowing, the dark blade is rapidly weathering, and there is no strength in the metal debris. The essence of it seems to be what is going on.
When they fell on Yan Nu, the master of the magic dragon palace was looking for something. He looked very tired and fragile. It took a long time just to hang down his head. His boots and soles were then slowly weathered and spread to the whole body from bottom to top.
”What's going on? The Lord of the magic dragon palace, he's just like that black sword, and he's gone with the wind.”
Many people look at the drifting sand, and their eyes are full of horror. It's better than this powerful man of heaven, but he can't escape death. What's the secret of cutting his net? What terrible power does he have when the matchless emperor in white respects Hongling?