Chapter 368: Sword Shows Divine Power

The second floor space of Bibo Mansion.

This area was completely in chaos. Ling Tian and the West Wind Demon Lord were fighting deep in the sky, and the army of monsters below were also fighting fiercely with a group of outside monks.

When the battle reached its fierce stage, the troops on both sides were completely red in their eyes. Various powerful magical powers and terrifying magic weapons appeared one after another, taking action at any cost.

The plants and trees shook their murderous aura, and the stars were ignorant.

Everyone's face was filled with a look of death, his whole body was bathed in blood, his eyes were ferocious and sharp.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Deep in the sky, deafening sounds of battle continued to erupt, like thunder, and cloudless waves were everywhere.

The figures of Ling Tian and the West Wind Demon Lord turned into two streams of light and fought in the sky continuously. In an instant, they collided hundreds or thousands of times. Each collision occurred, and there were huge energy fluctuations, rippling in the void like water waves, sweeping across all directions.

"I can fight me in this state, young man, I admire you very much. If you surrender sincerely, I can keep all the blame you committed."

The West Wind Demon Lord spoke, and he wanted to surrender.

Up to now, he became more and more frightened as he fought. The strength and talent of the young man in front of him made him frightened. As a generation of demon lords, his cultivation level was one level higher than that of the other, and he could not suppress the other party. This was a bit outrageous.

Ling Tian smiled contemptuously and said, "Okay, I think the long knife in your hand is good. If I give it to me, I might be able to consider this matter."

"Do you talk about Momei?"

The West Wind Demon Lord was slightly stunned, then chuckled and said, "What do you want to do with a sword?

If you really want this weapon, it is not completely impossible. As long as you make a vow of heaven in front of me and swear to be loyal to me forever, this knife will be yours."

“It’s so troublesome.”

Ling Tian waved his hand impatiently, with a murderous intent on his face, and said, "I will kill you, and I will belong to me like Mo Mei."

After saying that, Ling Tian suddenly took action. He stepped on the steps of the Heavenly Dao, mobilized the power of space to quickly approach the West Wind Demon Lord, and secretly used the method of brushing the sky hand and Yin-Yang Wujiu in his heart.

Ling Tian planned to fight against the West Wind Demon Lord head-on. After a round of crazy battles, he had roughly figured out the cultivation level of the West Wind Demon Lord, which was the early stage of the Nascent Soul.

"call out!"

In the void, Ling Tian's right hand suddenly emitted a sacred light. As his fingers opened and closed, the void was torn apart. A big white hand stretched out from the crack, as vast as the sky, carrying the vastness and vastness of the ancient prehistoric world, and replayed to the West Wind Demon Lord.

Looking closely, the textures in the huge palms are intertwined, the mist is surging, and the sword light is contained inside, as if the sword's road is evolving, but it bursts out with the brilliance of the galaxy, just like the trajectory of the stars in the world is spreading, full of ancient and desolate aura.

The momentum was so great that even the people who were fighting fiercely in the battlefield below sensed this magnificent force and raised their heads to watch. Everyone was filled with awesomeness, and they felt like a blue sky was pressing on their heads.

Ling Tian's figure rushed out of the void. His power was extremely captivating. His eyes were brighter than the sun in the sky. When his eyes opened and closed, the yin and yang energy swelled up and woven and merged in the void. Then an infinite beam of light formed, heading straight for the Demon Lord of the West Wind.

With the hands of the sky pressing down, the face of the West Wind Demon Lord changed suddenly. He could see that the power of this magical power was very terrible. He sensed an unusual force from it. This did not look like a worldly law, but might have come from a side sect.

However, it was not over yet, and the Yin-Yang Wujiu also rushed towards him, with a majestic momentum, directly breaking through the void and rushing in front of him in an instant.

The West Wind Demon Lord did not dare to be careless, immediately waved Mo Mei and killed thousands of sword auras in an instant. The sharp sword light was shaking, making people's scalp numb, and the whole space was shaking.

"Boom!"

The sky and the earth were shaking, and terrifying sword lights broke through the sky, colliding with Ling Tian’s Futian Hand and Yin-Yang Wuji Light.

In an instant, the divine light in this area surged, the energy boiled, and the yin and yang energy rolled up the storm, like a tsunami that rushed to the world.

When he was in the mountain before, he had already seen Ling Tian's methods, which were very scary. He used magical powers at all costs, and did not consider whether the divine spring in the dantian had enough magic power to support it.

Such monks are terrible. They are afraid of life when fighting, but they are best to deal with them, because as long as they avoid them, they will have to die once the dantian is exhausted.

But at the moment, the West Wind Demon Lord was a little depressed and even a little confused. When the other party fought with him in the mountain before, he had obviously used so many magical powers to lift his coffin board. Why did he still have so much energy to fight until now, and he seemed to have endless magic power and mental power.

The West Wind Demon Lord didn't understand. Even if he had strong magic power, he should have been exhausted after so long. Why did this young man feel like he was injected with chicken blood? Do you never know how tired?

He understood that the young man he fought with could not use common sense to infer, it was too perverted.

"Can't it..."

Suddenly, the West Wind Demon Lord thought of a possibility. In an instant, his face changed. He turned his head and looked at Ling Tian, ​​his eyes full of incredible expressions.

"Swish!"

What came towards him was Ling Tian's extremely sharp sword light. He blessed his body with the power of space, and his whole body emitted sword energy. His speed was extremely fast, like a sword god, stepping out from the crack in the void, and the dazzling sword light poured down like a galaxy.

"The third peak of the sword way!"

The West Wind Demon Lord was filled with awesomeness. The young man in front of him was a little terrifying. He not only understood the Great Way of Space, but also practiced the Great Way of Sword, with two Great Ways in his hands. Such strength was enough to sweep all the cultivators in the entire Zifu Realm.

His face narrowed, and his energy immediately sinks into his dantian, shouting angrily, urging the wind path of Zhoutian to the fourth level of heaven.

In an instant, a powerful hurricane blew up all over the sky, like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, the sky was cloudless, and airflows penetrated through the void, accompanied by the sound of "swoosh" and "swoosh" breaking through the air, like a sky knife being sheathed, extremely sharp, all shot towards Lingtian.

The West Wind Demon Lord completely let go of his hands and feet. He recognized Ling Tian's strength and this young man was qualified to fight him.

"Chew!"

A sky sword appeared out of thin air, larger than a mountain, formed by the power of space, containing the power of strong wind, suddenly appeared on the sky, slashing towards Ling Tian with murderous intent.

"Click!"

The entire space was shaking, and the huge sky sword broke through the sky, which was thousands of feet long. The terrible momentum seemed to be about to collapse the sky, carrying the power of destruction, making this world temporarily lose its color.

"Swish!"

Ling Tian's face remained unchanged, and he stepped on the heavenly path and was struck by the steps. The fourteen swords soared into the sky. The shocking sword light contained the power of both ghosts and gods, and he rushed forward to the West Wind Demon Lord.
Chapter completed!