Demon Sword Wei Zhantian!

Chen Shixing has heard of this name.

He was a top figure in the world more than 20 years ago.

He was once a warrior, invincible on the battlefield, leading a group of elite warriors to victory in every battle.

Once, one against three, he killed all three enemy generals on the battlefield.

At that time, Wei Zhantian was only in his early thirties.

But later, for unknown reasons, he was accused of treason and sentenced to death.

The elite warrior group suffered heavy casualties in trying to save him, but because of the hard work of those brothers, he saved his life.

From then on, his personality changed drastically, causing a bloody storm across the entire land, from south to north. At the highest point, he was ranked fifth on the devil list.

Afterwards, he met Lin Buqun, the peerless master who ranked third on the white list, and was defeated by him. He disappeared from the world since then.

No one knew his whereabouts, and many people thought he was dead.

But his reputation for evil was so great that even though he disappeared, there are still legends about him in the world.

His ranking has always been at the top of the devil list.

"I didn't expect that the all-powerful magic sword was still alive."

"I just don't know why he wanted to kill me?"

Chen Shixing thought to himself, and at the same time, he was also a little excited.

A duel with such a peerless master is the real battle.

Although it's good to kill some rookies in normal times, it doesn't give you any sense of accomplishment.

Seeing Wei Zhantian holding a huge magic knife in his hand and releasing extremely powerful evil energy, the fighting spirit in Chen Shixing's eyes also rose.

The Fengming Sword flew out of the scabbard with a whoosh and fell into his hand.

The long sword pointed obliquely, and a biting cold light emanated from the Fengming Sword, splitting the space like a sharp blade.

"Demon Sword, your name is indeed very famous, but unfortunately, it is no longer your time."

Chen Shixing looked at Wei Zhantian and smiled lightly.

No fear at all.

The corner of Wei Zhantian's mouth also showed a hint of ferocity.

The countless scars on his chest are all his achievements, telling how powerful he once was.

He will never admit defeat.

What's more, only by killing Chen Shixing can he get the medicine promised to him.

Only then can his body recover.

Only then can we avenge those brothers!

between two people.

There is only one battle.

Fight until death!

"Some people will be abandoned by the times."

"And some people, times, will also remember his strength!"

"Let you see what I, Wei Zhantian, can do!"

Wei Zhantian looked up to the sky and laughed, and the bloody magic knife, like a devil's claw stretched out from hell, slashed at Chen Shixing.

Indifference appeared on Chen Shixing's face, and his sword flew across the air and collided with it.

Sonorous——

The two magic weapons collided together and countless sparks burst out.

"Boy, you are the most amazingly talented and beautiful person I have seen in all these years."

Wei Zhantian had a look of surprise on his face, but then, the aura on his body surged again.

Boom!

The void exploded, and terrifying power fluctuations surged towards the surroundings.

"kill!"

Wei Zhantian roared loudly, his eyes were scarlet red, and the magic knife fell down, as if he wanted to tear the whole world into pieces.

Clang clang clang!

The sword shadows overlapped and resounded continuously.

The terrifying force made Chen Shixing take several steps back, and the Fengming Sword in his hand also buzzed.

"Sure enough, he is a warrior who has been stained with blood on the battlefield. He is much stronger than those who have no real energy and no actual combat experience."

Chen Shixing's eyes flashed, and his heart was shocked.

"Boy, take another move from me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a light blue light suddenly emitted from Wei Zhantian's body.

This light is very strange and seems to be able to corrode everything.

He waved the magic knife and launched a crazy offensive.

Every cut is extremely fast.

Chen Shixing smiled faintly. The stronger the enemy, the more fighting blood in his body began to boil.

Swish, swish, swish!

He flipped his wrist, and a bright golden light burst out from the Fengming Sword.

This golden light is like a golden dragon.

With a roar, they rushed towards Wei Zhantian.

Dang Dang Dang!

Wei Zhantian's brows were full of domineering and fearless.

"Today, I will let you try what pain feels like."

"Demon Sword·Slaughter the Common People!"

Wei Zhantian shouted loudly, and his skin suddenly turned black, as black as ink, glowing with a cold iron light.

At the same time, his right hand holding the magic sword emitted endless black light.

It was as if he had turned into a fierce god.

call out!

The Demonic Sword and the Fengming Sword are intertwined.

bite!

A crisp sound sounded as the two magic weapons collided.

It made a crisp sound.

Chen Shixing frowned slightly.

He felt as if the Fengming Sword had struck a piece of ice that had been frozen for thousands of years, making it difficult to move forward.

That dark magic sword contained extremely terrifying and destructive power.

Like a death scythe, it can harvest all life in the world.

Poof!

The magic knife blade cut through Chen Shixing's skin.

A trace of blood flowed down.

Tick ​​tock! Tick tock!

The blood slid down the blade and fell on the bluestone road, blooming into dazzling flowers of blood.

Chen Shixing's eyes narrowed, looking at the hideous wound on his left shoulder, his pupils narrowed slightly.

"Haha...boy, it seems you are nothing more than that!"

"My magic sword is better than yours after all."

Wei Zhantian laughed wildly, his aura became more surging, and his demonic power became even stronger.

boom!

Another knife struck directly at Chen Shixing's head.
To be continued...