"Who am I?"
The corners of Ning Liu's mouth raised slightly, but there was no hint of a smile. The clear eyes reflected the frightened and twisted face of the King of Slaughter.
"You, the inheritor of the Shura God who has been occupied by a dove, meet me just in time!"
The moment he finished speaking, he raised the "Shura Demonic Sword" in his hand again.
There is no complicated starting position, no huge momentum of soul power, just a very simple sword swinging action.
It’s that feeling again!
The hairs all over the King of Slaughter stood on end. A huge sense of crisis came from the depths of his soul, making him dodge without even thinking.
However, just as his body reacted, another identical wound opened out of thin air on his chest, juxtaposed with the previous sword mark!
There is no sword energy, no trajectory, and even no sound of breaking through the air.
It was like a rule-based judgment in the dark, declaring him guilty, and the wound appeared on its own.
"Uh-huh!"
The King of Slaughter roared in pain again.
If the first sword was caught off guard, then the second sword hit him accurately despite his full attention!
This completely destroyed his pride and confidence as a peerless strong man.
What was even more frightening was that the dark red energy lingering in the two sword marks was like two red-hot irons, grinding back and forth on his soul.
The bloody energy in his body, which was originally the source of his strength, now became the fuel for the fire, making the burning pain even more intense!
ettiabaleg that are red in color and he has completely gone berserk.
He no longer paid attention to the strange sword, but poured all his anger on Bibi Dong, who was close at hand.
The blood pool behind him surged again. This time, it was no longer a condensed shadow, but turned into countless blood arrows, shooting overwhelmingly at everyone in the field!
He will completely turn this place into a millstone of flesh and blood!
ifies!'
Yue Guan exclaimed, the ninth soul ring shined brightly, and the huge phantom of the strange velvet sky chrysanthemum bloomed, turning into a golden barrier, trying to block this indiscriminate attack.
Titan and Xu Jiushi also used their defensive soul skills to protect themselves.
However, Bibi Dong did not dodge.
Her Spider King clone instantly merged with the main body. Dark green and dark purple light intertwined, and a deeper realm of death and poison spread, weakening and corroding the power of those blood arrows.
The next moment, Ning Liu drew out his sword again.
His mind was completely immersed in the sword in his hand and the enemy in front of him.
Through the insight of his spiritual eyes, he could clearly "see" that there were two wills tearing apart crazily in the body of the King of Slaughter.
One is human, although weak, but as tough as a rock, hidden deep in the core of the soul;
The other is a ferocious, evil, nine-headed blood bat composed of pure killing and resentment!
With every attack he made, the dark red Shura divine power would strike at the blood bat's will accurately, weakening its control over this body.
And every violent counterattack by the King of Slaughter is the last struggle of the blood bat.
"Not enough..."
Ningliu whispered.
He could feel that the foundation of the blood bat was closely connected to the blood pool beneath the entire killing city.
As long as the blood pool does not dry up, its power can be continuously replenished.
If you want to eradicate it completely, you must use a thunderous force to defeat its core in one fell swoop!
Him communication with the Shura Demonic Sword (imitation) in his hand actually made him feel the joy of the sword?
The next moment, the King of Slaughter suddenly froze.
He was horrified to find that an identical bloody long sword appeared in all directions, in the sky and on the ground, in every corner, and the sword tips were all pointed at him with incomparable precision!
Thousands of swords protruded from countless folded dimensions of space, blocking all his escape routes.
Each sword exudes the aura of a natural enemy that makes his soul tremble!
This is not an illusion!
Every sword is real!
A scream that was not like a human voice erupted from the throat of the King of Slaughter.
This voice is no longer the arrogance and rage before, but is full of pure fear and despair.
His blood exploded crazily, trying to form an absolute defensive field. However, those sword shadows did not collide with his energy at all.
The next moment, ten thousand swords unite.
All the sword shadows pierced the body of the King of Slaughter at the same moment.
「Puff puff puff puff puff——!」
After a series of dense and heart-wrenching soft sounds, the Slaughter King seemed to have turned into a leaky bag.
Hundreds of fine sword marks were all over his body, and dark red Shura divine power surged in every wound.
A black-red resentment that was so strong that it turned into substance, suddenly shot up from the head of the Slaughter King!
The resentment condensed in mid-air, forming a ferocious shadow of nine blood bats. The eighteen eyes on the nine heads were all staring at Ning Liu with incomparable hatred.
It roared silently, seeming to be cursing the enemy who had destroyed its thousand-year plan.
However, before it could make its next move, the Shura divine power intertwined into a web within the King of Slaughter suddenly exploded!
Hum——!
A dark red beam of light soared into the sky from the body of the Slaughter King and accurately bombarded the phantoms of the nine blood bats.
Like withered grass that was set on fire, the blood bat shadow didn't even have time to scream. It was burned, purified, and finally turned into a wisp of smoke, completely dissipated in the air in the killing light of the most powerful sun.
As the shadow of the blood bat was annihilated, the boiling blood pool beneath the entire hell killing field strangely calmed down at this moment.
The disgustingly sweet smell that permeated the city has become thinner at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Without the support of evil energy, the bloody lines on the Slaughter King's body quickly faded, and the sickly paleness was replaced by a long-sick sallowness.
His gorgeous and sinister blood-colored robes also lost their luster and became dilapidated.
The whole person seemed to have aged dozens of years in an instant.
The violent and evil aura on his body disappeared without a trace, replaced by a kind of tranquility and... confusion that had experienced vicissitudes of life.
Bibi Dong had already stepped aside when Ning Liu launched his attack. She looked at the dramatic scene in front of her with extremely complicated eyes.
As the Pope of Wuhun Palace, she knows many secrets.
Especially, she is the inheritor of the Rakshasa God.
The city of killing was deliberately left polluted by the Rakshasa God, so she naturally felt the same!
Hence, she also vaguely guessed the true identity of the King of Slaughter.
It was just that she had never thought before that this peerless vicious man who had troubled Haotian Sect and Wuhun Palace for nearly a hundred years would actually be purified by Ning Liu in this way.
The King of Slaughter could no longer hold on, his knees weakened and he fell to the ground.
The weapon in his hand fell to the ground with a clang. He slowly raised his hands and looked at the hands that were no longer pale but covered with age spots. His eyes were filled with endless confusion.
The smoke and dust slowly fell.
The degenerates in the stands were even more silent, not even daring to take a breath.
The "god" in their hearts, their invincible king, was just... defeated?
What are those nine bats just now?
In the deathly silence of the whole place, the old man kneeling on the ground slowly raised his head.
His gaze passed over everyone and fell on Ning Liu and the sword.
His eyes were no longer blood-red and crazy, but an extremely complex kind of clarity, mixed with recollection, regret, gratitude and relief.
He opened his chapped lips and spoke out a few words in a voice so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.
Before he finished speaking, he closed his eyes and fell straight backwards.