C72 (1/2)
Black robes, black swords, black flames. Black Rain Wu Zun was that simple, simple, pure and wild. Wu Zun was furious as blood rained down from the sky. It was an iron-like reality. The sword was like a ghost, the person was already a mirage. The terrifying speed, the crazy piercing speed, sucked out all the air in its path.
White clothes, silver spears, and flames. The Battle God was always dazzling. The spirit was enraged, and the world trembled. The massive divine spear met the invincible attack with domineering might, devouring the endless sword aura that erupted.
Their mutual destruction had created a powerful suction force. Everyone could clearly feel the sound of the wind blowing behind them as it rushed towards the battlefield.
Clang! The tip of the sword clashed with the tip of the spear. These two terrifying weapons were really devouring the air.
Ling Jun's left hand slipped as his right hand spun. The spear shaft emitting endless heat waves landed on the forehead of the black rain. The divine spear began to move, and the black rain's sword also began to come to life. It had truly come to life. The sword had undergone a strange transformation. The seemingly clumsy and sluggish blade suddenly twisted, as if it was dancing, but more like a viper ready to pounce.
What kind of strength could cause fine steel to twist at will? It was obvious that this wasn't human, but soul power, the power of the Sword Soul. The imitation Hei Hui actually had a soul, and the other party also had the Arrogant Snow Lineage.
His spirit energy did not fall as he had no choice but to turn his attack into defense, deflecting the black sword that was like a spirit serpent and neutralizing Supreme Wu's strange attack. Unexpectedly, the sword in his hand suddenly wrapped around Ling Jun's God Slaughtering Spear. ”Damn it, is this even a sword?” It's definitely not just imitation! ”
At this moment, the God Slaughtering Spear became enraged. Bang, bang, bang. It instantly transformed into a phantom image. Using his body to forcefully break apart the entanglement of the black sword.
Alright, let the battle of Divine Weapons commence. The God Slaughtering Spear was determined to find trouble with this black sword. After breaking free from the entanglement, his body was restored to seven feet. Dang! Dang! The black sword collided with his body in a tremendous collision.
The sword was still in Wu Zun's hands and his spear and spirit were already fighting shoulder to shoulder. Two against one. His eyes were bloodshot, this was a godly weapon. Although his black sword had intelligence, it was unable to fight on its own. His heart rose to his throat. His killing intent soared.
One man, one spear, and a monstrous fighting spirit. It was difficult for Wu Zun to recruit students. The fighting strength of a Divine Weapon was comparable to that of a Mystical Spirit. How could he win against two Mystics?
Ling Jun couldn't help but worry as he rejoiced. The more courageous and courageous the Deicide Spear was, the more worried he would be. This fellow's growth rate was too terrifying. If one day it surpassed him, he would be in trouble. He might even be devoured by it. Killing and soul devouring; it was a peerless vicious weapon in its previous life. The Spear Soul's self-awareness grew stronger and stronger. When it walked onto the path of cultivation, would he still be able to keep it?
”Hehe, you and I are both gods of death, let's see who is more ruthless!” His spirit was filled with anticipation towards the future of the God Slaughtering Spear. Although Yan Hun was good, he was still a sword. However, the God Slaughtering Spear could still be considered a cultivator.
Wu Zun retreated dozens of steps. Ling Jun held onto the God Slaughtering Spear that was glowing with a golden light and said with a smile, ”We can't bully you too much.” With that, he stabbed the spear towards Wu Zun. Using the fastest and the strongest explosive force possible. The God Slaughtering Spear's power was akin to a poisonous dragon probing its way out of a cave, the spear light seemingly congealed into a solid form.
A small sound caused everyone to lose their wits. Bullying others? You're bullying the black rain. The third strongest. Was it really bullying?
Wu Zun said, ”Good job.” The black sword moved as fast as lightning, streams of black sword Qi gushing out. In the blink of an eye, all of them were enveloped by the sword Qi, as if they were black shackles.
This was definitely not just a shackle, it was a cutting knife. The black gas surrounding the black shadow suddenly shrank. It was terrifying and strange. Are you trying to cut off my hands? How about I devour your sword qi?
Pop! The black qi disappeared and Wu Zun's pupils constricted. Ling Jun's hand was not cut off? Where did the sword qi go? The sword qi was still there, it had already shot out from the tip of Ling Jun's index and middle finger. Use someone else's attack for your own.