Meng Qi took out a long black sword from his body. The inscriptions on the sword were flowing and exuding a mysterious aura.
This sword is the blood-eating demon sword he got from Xu Hetu. It is said to be blood-eating, the stronger it is when stained with blood.
This sword is an artifact. Although it is not as good as the top ten artifacts, it is not far behind. This artifact is a perfect match for his current "Demon Sword Way".
In the past few decades, he not only relied on Tongtian Pill to enter the late stage of refining the void, but also practiced the "Demon Sword Way" to the extreme. This is also the reason why he dared to fight with me. Ye Xiong can defeat Ye Wentian, why can't he defeat him?
Ye Xiong.
"It seems that you are still confident. That makes me even more satisfied." Ye Xiong said with a faint smile.
Meng Qi couldn't understand what the other party meant. Why did he become more satisfied the stronger he was?
Is it possible that he has some other conspiracy?
He is the clone of the original deity and has the thoughts and wisdom of the original deity.
On the surface, I am a good man with Buddhist thoughts, but this does not mean that he is pedantic. Sometimes the things he does are more cruel than a devil. It can be said that this man is half angel and half devil.
Meng Qi held the magic sword tightly and stared at Ye Xiong. Terrifying demonic energy gushed out from his body. The black energy was as black as splashed ink. It swelled up into a hellish shadow on his body, making it ferocious and terrifying.
"Deputy Priest, come on, come on." A shout suddenly came from below.
A delicate voice was cheering him up. It was none other than his most loyal follower, Zhao Ling, who had always had a crush on him.
"I believe you will definitely win." Zhao Ling shouted.
If I can win, I will definitely win.
When we were at the same level, Ye Wentian and I were both capable of fighting, but now we are one level higher than myself.
For this day, I have been working without sleep for more than twenty years, practicing the magic sword to the extreme, with almost no flaws.
I know this person thoroughly and I will definitely win.
Meng Qi kept encouraging himself. This man created him, but did not let him become a real man. He must pay a heavy price for what he has done, and he must avenge himself.
"Shenwu style."
The huge shadow of the magic sword, with the power of swallowing up mountains and rivers, went straight towards Ye Xiong.
At this moment, Meng Qi seemed not to be a human being, but a sword, an indestructible sword.
The terrifying threat made even the sky almost tremble. At this moment, no one believed that this move came from the hands of a late-stage Void Refining monk. They thought it was from the hands of a peak Void Refining monk or even a half-step Fusion monk.
"You have really put in a lot of effort over the past few decades!" Ye Xiong smiled slightly.
The next moment, he also slashed out with his sword!
The golden light flourished, and two sword lights, one black and one white, collided in the middle of the sky.
The space collapsed, and the exploding energy caused a huge storm. The roaring air flow forced countless people around to retreat.
Both of them stood still, letting the space storm blow.
"The second move of Shenwu style."
Without stopping, Meng Qi struck out with another move. The Blood-devouring Demonic Sword seemed to be infected by him and began to cry out in grief.
A black sword light curved like a rainbow almost cut the entire universe in half.
The surrounding monks from the Temple of Light couldn't help but shout when they saw the power of this sword.
"Good, strong."
"Deputy Priest, that's great."
"Kill this bastard, and you will be the next priest."
Xu Hetu is dead, and everyone around him knows that if this disaster passes, Meng Qi will become the next bright priest.
He has a bright future, but the premise is that he has to survive the current disaster.
Facing Meng Qi's increasingly powerful attacks, Ye Xiong became even more satisfied, with a slight smile on his lips.
The next moment, he simultaneously used the energy of the Buddha and the Demon, and the Palm of the Buddha and the Demon took action.
"Buddhas and demons are sunny."
boom!
A huge explosion occurred between the two, creating a storm.
The extremely terrifying power of the law formed a vortex with the two people as the center, and the people around them could not see their bodies at all.
After a while.
A figure came out of the whirlpool, like a fallen grass, and was blown thousands of kilometers away, with a mouthful of blood spurting out.
The surrounding sounds suddenly stopped, like a huge knife cutting off the sounds.
Ye Xiong was still standing in mid-air, his body shimmering with light, transforming into the shape of a divine ape, and he was not injured at all.
On the other hand, Meng Qi's mouth was bloody, his wrists were also stained with blood, and his pupils were bloodshot.
"I'm not willing to give in. I'm not willing to give in."
After decades of hard training, he still couldn't defeat the opponent. He was really unwilling to do so.
"Mengqi, you are my clone, you only have 80% of my strength at most. Thirty years ago I split you, and you only had 80%. Thirty years later, we have all advanced, and you still only have 80%. Even if I
After keeping you for decades, you are still only 80% better, because there is absolutely no way I can let you be stronger than me." Ye Xiong said coldly.
"I don't believe it." Meng Qi desperately poured the demonic energy into the Blood-devouring Demonic Sword.
The blood from his wrist entered the Blood-devouring Demonic Sword, and the demonic sword immediately produced a huge dharma, and a terrifying power like hell condensed on his body.
The Blood-devouring Demonic Sword will become more powerful if it devours other people's blood, and it will be even more terrifying if it devours one's own blood.
At this critical moment of his life, he didn't care about anything.
"Aren't you still accepting your fate?"
Ye Xiong snorted coldly, and released the wrathful Holy Body Dharma above his head, and a huge black Buddha figure suddenly appeared in mid-air.
Solemn, sacred, yet ferocious and terrifying.
This is the combination of Buddha and demon, this is the combination of good and evil.
The five fingers of the Dharma sign were raised, like the palm prints of clouds covering the sky, pressing down on Meng Qi's head.
"Blood-devouring demon sword, cut it for me." The Mengqi swords merged into one and shot towards the giant palm!
This is the ultimate showdown, this is a life-threatening confrontation.
At this point there is no room for retreat.
The hearts of everyone around him were raised, and everyone knew that the moment of life and death had arrived.
The Buddha's Seal versus the Demonic Sword!
puff!
Meng Qi spurted blood again. He could no longer hold the blood-devouring demon sword in his hand and took it out.
Without the magic sword, Meng Qi was like a fish without a source.
She originally thought that Meng Qi's body would be crushed into flesh. What shocked her was that Meng Qi's body turned into a three-color mud-like object.
Red, yellow, black.
"This is the three-color divine mud!" Zhao Ling was dumbfounded.
She never imagined that the man she loved was not a real human being, but just a character created from the clay of the Three Gods.
Ye Xiong grabbed hold of Meng Qi's body with his big hand, and after peeling off Meng Qi's body, only a black Nascent Soul remained in the palm print.
He collected the three-color sacred mud and put it into the storage ring.
This Yuanying is exactly the Yuanying that Ye Xiong split from.
Without the physical body, the black Nascent Soul has no power to resist at all, and is wrapped in the palm prints, like an obedient rabbit.