Chapter 1101 The kings died one after another under the sword
Under the bright bloody sun, fear began to appear in the eyes of the Demon Flame Giant, who had a big hole in his chest.
"It turns out,"
"The emperor's son, it's nothing more than that."
In the void, a blood-robed Taoist stepped forward, holding the hilt of his sword and pulling out the scarlet blade bit by bit. The world was filled with a solid and terrifying aura, as if all living things were about to freeze.
"The genius of human swordsmanship..."
The phantom of the one-horned demon god behind the demon flame giant no longer obscured the consciousness of his existence, and said in shock.
It seems that in his mind, the human race is not just a slave race among all races.
This doesn't make sense.
Because the human race is much weaker than most of the slave races. Their spiritual and physical talents are extremely weak, and their strength is also weak. They are also at the bottom among the slave races. There is nothing surprising about them.
The result in front of him, a slave king, fought back dozens of kings head-on, which surprised him, but seemed to be reasonable.
"Death."
Keng!
boom!
The bloody light between heaven and earth is not waiting for anything.
Along with the roar of the sky, the celestial phenomena changed drastically, the sea of clouds cleared away, and a bright scarlet sun emerged between the sky and the earth. The crimson sword intent firmly locked the core of the demon flame giant and fell with a rumble.
The moment the blood sun fell, the whole world shook, as if the world collapsed and fell, pressing down.
Unstoppable, destroying everything.
"Roar!"
"Kill!"
In a short period of time, the phantom of the one-horned demon god had completely controlled the body of Emperor Cangkong, roaring towards the sky.
In an instant, the totem shadow and the demon flame giant merged into one, swelling to the size of a thousand-foot giant. As soon as he raised his arms, wind and thunder surged, the space was shattered, and the aura was so huge that it was enough to hold the sky with one hand and resist the pressure of heaven and earth. constant.
"Cut!"
The magic sword in the hands of the One-Horned Demon God has merged with the prototype of the flame giant pillar of Emperor Cangkong.
He breathed out the endless chaotic and immortal space, and struck the sky with a sharp and dark sword. The demonic intention spread violently, overwhelming the sky and the earth, and even dispersed part of the blood light between the heaven and the earth.
The bloody sun suddenly set, facing the mountain-like magic sword blade.
boom!
Boom!
The moment the swords came into contact, an indescribable horrifying explosion roared, spreading a circle of pure black ripples. The space of hundreds of miles around was instantly annihilated, exposing the cold and dead void.
A huge hole of nothingness appeared in the sky, and countless ghostly winds poured in, turning thousands of miles of mountains and rivers into a hell of ice.
All life is gone!
This place will form a small world of magic vines that will last for tens of thousands of years. Even the powerful gods will not dare to approach, otherwise they will be stabbed by the remaining immortal sword intent and immortal sword intent if they are not careful. Breaking through the sea of consciousness, both the soul and spirit are destroyed.
The two parties were in a stalemate for a moment.
boom!
There was a sound of torn flesh and broken bones.
A giant that looked like a divine peak vomited blood and fell back, slamming it hard on the ground. It instantly cut off a large river, and the earth sunken, forming a deep valley tens of kilometers in size. In the center of the deep valley was a demon flame giant.
He was extremely embarrassed at the moment.
The eternal chaotic space was broken open, and the giant's flesh and skin were broken into large pieces. The blood flowed like a waterfall, soaking the earth. There were many white bone stubbles on the body that broke the flesh and blood, and could not be healed in a short time.
The sword intent of blood rivers, like many river networks, intertwined and entangled, sinking deeply into the body of the Demon Flame Giant, wildly eroding and devouring his flesh and blood, greatly suppressing the Demon Flame Giant's self-healing ability, and causing his aura to rapidly decrease.
"Poof!"
"No, this is impossible..."
Many kings were heard roaring in panic from the battle formation of the Demon Flame Giants, and they were vomiting blood.
They are now,
But it is dominated by the will of the ancient emperor Cang Yan!
How could he be defeated by a slave king!
This should not be true. Any slave king should be like an ant in front of the ancient emperor, extremely weak and should not have any power to resist. This should be an iron rule!
"You,"
"Weak."
Jiang Ding said indifferently. boom!
He waved his hand and struck down with another sword. The Blood Sun rose from the earth, broke through the sea of clouds, and brought bright and hot blood light between heaven and earth before falling with a rumble.
This sword is exactly the same, without any changes.
However, many kings of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan and the Emperor of the Blue Sky clearly felt that death was approaching, and they were walking towards them step by step, trying to drag themselves into the abyss of soul-destruction, without any hope of life.
In the end, he died in the hands of a slave!
"Brother, save me!"
"Please!"
Emperor Cangkong's consciousness recovered a little, and he begged in panic. He no longer cared about the many conflicts and resentments in the past, and shouted out such a title.
The phantom of the one-horned demon god ignored them and stood up unsteadily with his magic knife.
"River of blood?"
"King of Blood River, your name deserves to be remembered by me."
The phantom of the one-horned demon god looked at the blood-robed Taoist in the sky and said calmly: "With your broken foundation, you actually have the power to be close to a king-level emperor. Even if you face my true body, you are qualified to take my sword."
"Rare."
“It’s really rare.”
"Oh?"
"You want to say that if you are dissatisfied in your heart, if you were in the outside world, you could suppress me with just one hand?"
Jiang Ding's expression was calm, holding the Blood Yang in his hand, and pushed out with a bang: "This is indeed a fact. Among the same level, I am no match for you. It is impossible for me to defeat an ancient emperor's son of the same level."
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"However, why are you dissatisfied and unwilling to accept it?"
"Having so many advantages, at this time and under such conditions, if you lose at my hands, what right do you have to refuse?"
"You,"
"Waste!"
boom!
In the sky, a round of blood sun roared down again. It was straightforward. It was not in the mood to listen to condescending praise, and it suppressed it roughly. It wanted to crush all the creatures who only had words but no hard power, and only looked for all kinds of reasonable excuses. Death, the soul will be reduced to ashes.
"Waste?"
There was a hint of ferocity in the expression of the one-horned demon god's phantom.
In his life, he has been dazzling since birth. He has always pushed the same level horizontally and pushed the same level far away. He can't even see their backs. In his eyes, many emperors are just bigger ants and insignificant.
In the future, he is destined to become the Ancient Emperor, suppress the Star Territory, and become the strongest person in the Jiaoming Territory,
And now, a slave actually called him a waste?
"You're looking for death!"
Keng!
The One-Horned Demon God used the Blue Flame Spear Emperor Soldier as a prototype, and regardless of the consequences, he extracted the power of twenty kings. The power of Qi and blood was dazzling, condensed together, sublimated, and finally formed a magic knife burning with dark magic flames, shooting towards the sky. Kill and go away.
This sword is the masterpiece he has made since refining the sword. It is called the Star Flame Demonic Sword. It uses the crazy fighting spirit as the front and can instantly kill the enemy's soul.
This sword once defeated an ancient emperor head-on on the battlefield!
However, in the face of such a terrifying sword, the Xue Yang fell straight down with a rumble, bombarding it from the front, breaking and shattering the Star Flame Demonic Sword in an instant, and the sword intent of the blood river rolled, swallowing up all the crazy demonic intent.
No reason, no trick.
Just weak.
Weak sword skills!
In the absence of absolute fundamental strength to crush him, the sword skills he was proud of were not worth mentioning in the face of such sword skills!
boom!
Boom!
The Star Flame Demon Sword shattered, and the bloody sun passed through the body of the Demon Flame Giant without any hindrance.
Between life and death, the ancient emperor Cang Yan, who controlled the body and will, could barely move his body, allowing his left arm and shoulder to withstand this terrifying and bloody sword.
Sizzling...
Only a soft sound was heard, and a wisp of smoke came out.
In the demon flame giant's god-like body, the left arm, shoulder, and half of the body disappeared silently. More than ten kings of the horned demon emperor clan died silently, and their souls and flesh and blood were turned into ashes, with no trace left. .
(End of chapter)