His intention to reach out to seize the artifact suddenly became calm. If he didn't solve the people here, then if he was also fixed, wouldn't he be slaughtered?

Just in time, the soldier went to pester Ximen Diewu.

The only one who can make him alert here is Ximen Diewu.

He looked down at Duanmu Ming, with a more contemptuous look on his face. In order to collect the artifact peacefully, he would get rid of these jumping clowns now.

Dongfang Shuai waved his right hand, and the weapon attacking Jun Qianxi appeared in his hand again, and the sword body trembled slightly and a faint sound rang out.

Just pouring some spiritual power into it can release such a powerful sword energy. The level of this sword will definitely not be weaker than that of the intermediate level of the holy realm.

"Uncle, come up quickly and die!"

Dongfang Shuai's voice spread around with a little soul power, and those people from heaven immediately covered their minds, restrained their energy and soul power to resist.

However, Duanmu Ming's face had not changed at all. The smile on his lips had already frozen, and his face was covered with sharpness.

"Is this the peak of the first-level holy realm?"

He half-lowed his eyes and his voice was low. Before Dongfang Shuai could answer, his figure had already appeared beside the other party like a ghost. He raised his hand and suddenly opened his eyes, and murderous intent burst out instantly.

"Damn it, you!"

His light shout fell, and the gray gas in his body was completely pulled out by him and condensed in his palm.

"Just that's it? Even if it's just that, it's enough to kill you a hundred times!"

Dongfang Shuai did not expect that after he released the spiritual pressure, Duanmu Ming not only did not retreat but also had the courage to approach him, and his self-esteem was seriously provoked.

He turned his wrist flexibly, and the sword energy flew in front of him. If Duanmu Ming dared to put his hand in...

This thought just came to his mind, Duanmu Ming's right hand had already passed through the heavy sword energy and fell into his chest.

How is this possible? Is he desperate?

The sharp sword energy cut through Duanmu Ming's clothes, leaving countless wounds on his right arm, with several deep bones visible.

Blood kept dripping along his fingers, but he was approaching again as if he had no sense of consciousness.

Dongfang Shuai was beaten by him and took a few steps back, but he clearly felt an unknown energy entering his tendons through the armor.

He immediately circulated the spiritual power in his body and rushed to the place where this energy was, but the spiritual power was constantly melting.

Fortunately, most of the attacks released by Duanmu Ming were blocked by his armor, and only a small part of them entered the tendons and veins. Fortunately, his spiritual power was strong, and although it was melted a lot, it still turned out after a while.

This energy is driven out.

At this time, Duanmu Ming's attack fell on his chest again. He was beaten back a few steps again. It was the strange energy that could melt spiritual power, but it seemed much weaker than the first one.

When Duanmu Ming was approaching again, Dongfang Shuai immediately dodged and pulled a distance before stopping.

He looked at the person not far away, his eyes flashed, and the fear in his eyes was hidden. At the same time, he raised his eyebrows and said sarcastically: "No wonder it's so rampant. There are indeed a few brushes, but, you can do that energy

How much is released? It seems that your consumption seems to be comparable to the most powerful attack, right?"
Chapter completed!