At first glance, it was just an ordinary knife, with a dark scabbard, a smooth blade, and an unknown black animal skin covering the scabbard, just like the scimitar beloved by hunters in the mountains.
But in fact, this is a demon knife that has cut the throats of countless monks.
Whether it was a thousand years ago or a thousand years later, it was a shocking demon sword.
No longer looking into Ji Wushuang's eyes, Watson calmed down, and the demon-conquering sword in his hand was trembling slightly. He knew that this was not fear, but the excitement before the battle.
Ji Wushuang sighed and said softly: "The demon sword was made of ten thousand years of cold iron. It drank the blood of ninety-nine monks when it was quenched, but this scabbard is a piece of bearskin that is about to transform."
Her voice was very gentle, as if telling Watson that this was a really precious demon knife.
Just the moment it came out of the furnace, countless monks were killed.
"锃..." The Demon Sword chirped in the wind.
It seemed as if it had been hungry for thousands of years, and couldn't wait to embrace the chest of the peerless monk in front of it, and then fly up with its owner and leave this world.
A battlefield appeared in front of Watson's eyes, a battlefield that had been buried for thousands of years. There were countless human monks on the battlefield who fell under this demonic sword.
Countless ancestors of Yunqi Temple were stained with blood just because of this demonic sword in front of them.
Thousands of years of grudges should also have an end, just like the thousands of years of cause and effect, no matter how long time passes, there must be a time when the dust settles.
He exhaled heavily and said to himself: "By the way, since you died a thousand years ago, you shouldn't come back to the world again after a thousand years."
Facing a powerful opponent, he habitually took two steps back.
Once Ji Wushuang gets entangled and gets close, the Demon-Conquering Sword in his hand will be difficult to use.
In the wind, Ji Wushuang took another step forward. With just one lunge, the demon knife in her hand could reach Watson's eyes.
Looking at Watson who was retreating with a pair of strange eyes, Ji Wushuang smiled.
He chuckled and said, "When you fought them just now, weren't you full of pride? Do you think we should make a three-fight pact when we fight?"
Shaking his head, Watson replied quietly: "No!"
"Why, are you afraid that you can't defeat me with three moves?"
Ji Wushuang looked at Watson and shouted coldly: "Or are you just like me, you like to bully these weaklings and vent your emotions on them?"
Watson shook his head: "Come on, let me see your knife!"
Facing the devil under the devil, no matter what kind of gentle face Ji Wushuang conjured up, Watson's decision could not be moved.
With a chuckle, Ji Wushuang continued: "It seems that I can only conquer you like I conquered them, and then swallow your soul and let us merge into one!"
Watson continued: "Come and fight!"
The Demon-Conquering Sword in his hand resolutely slashed out, sweeping through thousands of armies. Watson no longer waited, and slashed at Ji Wushuang, who was two feet away.
"Well done!"
Ji Wushuang twisted her body, and the demon knife in her hand swung. With the power to tear everything apart, and the black mist that filled the high platform, the demon knife roared and slashed at Watson.
"Dang, Dang, Dang!" The swords made a harsh sound as they slashed in the wind, sparking a string of fire.
Once Ji Wushuang draws her sword, she will chop everything in front of her into pieces. If it were anyone else, she would have died by her sword long ago.
In order to keep Watson's body, she did not show all her strength. Even so, the duel between the two on the high platform scared thousands of people.
I'm even asking myself, if it were me, how many moves would I be able to withstand under such a violent attack?
And Watson, who had just survived the catastrophe and was at the peak of his power, could Ji Wushuang kill him blindly with the demon sword?
Faced with this demon that has lived for thousands of years, he has no choice but to
Retreat, but like Wentianfeng, greet the other party wave after wave
attack.
Ji Wushuang was not in a hurry, but waved every trace of black mist to attack Watson like a violent storm. She wanted to completely destroy the towering Wentian Peak and push Watson into the abyss.
However, a ray of light suddenly came from among the countless black mist.
Just like a shooting star suddenly falling from the sky in the dark night, by the time you notice it, it has already flown past your eyes.
Cut the snow with one sword!
An ordinary sword, without any fancy moves, instantly pierced through the thick black fog and struck at her.
"Tsk!"
A ray of light tore through Ji Wushuang's defense, tearing through her sleeves that were as thin as cicada wings but as golden as jade, just short of piercing her snow-like skin...
"Ding!" followed by a sound...
The demon sword was so fast that before Watson's demon sword pierced Ji Wushuang's skin, the opponent's demon sword had already swung his demon sword away in the lightning.
Ji Wubi, who has lived for thousands of years, naturally has extremely terrifying defensive power.
It was difficult to break the evil aura around her, not to mention that she had a piece of clothing that was as good as gold and jade. Therefore, Watson's sword slashing the snow only tore a corner of her sleeve.
This is because Watson’s sword is so fast that even Ji Wushuang cannot avoid it perfectly in an instant.
Looking at the torn sleeves, she became angry.
Looking at Watson, he roared like a man: "You shouldn't have torn my sleeves. You know how precious these clothes are. Can you afford to pay for it?"
Even though the two were in a life-and-death battle, Ji Wushuang remained as calm as ever, as if he didn't care about life or death, he just cared about the gold and jade-like clothes on his body.
Hua Yu ignored him at all, but shouted coldly: "Continue!"
After Ji Wushuang swung away the Demon-Conquering Sword, Watson rushed forward again, and the condensed power converged on the Demon-Conquering Sword into a bolt of lightning and a flame, slashing towards Ji Wushuang...
Even when her sleeve was cut by Watson's sword, Ji Wushuang didn't stop!
The demon sword was swung out, instantly sealing the space on the high platform. The sword light condensed the evil spirit and rushed towards the oncoming long sword.
The black mist, accompanied by the demonic sword, struck at Watson at a strange angle. Looking into the eyes of thousands of monks, even a little bit of such evil energy would turn him into fly ash.
But Watson on the high platform ignored the black fog in front of him and just slashed out a sword coldly!
"You're not as powerful as you think!"
No matter which angle Watson attacks from, Ji Wushuang will predict it and then draw the sword. In the eyes of everyone, the demon on the high platform seems to have super sensory abilities.
No matter where Watson cuts, the demon knife on the high platform will stop him instantly.
As a result, there was only a faint sword energy on the high platform, and the thick black mist entwined with each other, and in an instant weaved into a web of knives and swords, slashing around the high platform.
The double force slashed towards the high platform, making a burst of explosions in the air...
In just the blink of an eye, the trees around the high platform were cut in half and chopped into pieces. The remaining half of the trees stood bare and looked extremely scary.
The golden sword energy and black sword light on the high platform were entangled together.
The eerie colors erupted, not to mention the night-like evil spirit that turned into black mist and spread up and down the high platform, covering the two of them as if they were desperately drowning in a lake poured with ink...
"Dang Dang Dang!"
The two people on the high platform were fighting so fast that no one could see clearly how many swords, lights and sword energy the two struck between the lightning and stone fire.
The knives and swords collided in the air, making bursts of harsh sounds that made people's ears hurt.
Some people had to cover their ears.
The demon sword is so fast that the demon sword in Watson's hand has not even changed its moves. The demon sword has already struck him.
in front of him.
The Demon-Conquering Sword slashed out so fast that it tore apart the black mist on the high platform in an instant.
When Ji Wushuang's demon sword cut off Watson's arm, the demon-conquering sword struck in front of her again!
Too fast!
It was so fast that thousands of monks on and off the high platform could not breathe for a moment!
Until Watson flew ten feet back and stood on the edge of the high platform, until Ji Wushuang temporarily stopped attacking...
Thousands of monks on the high platform just crawled to the shore as if they were drowning and were finally able to breathe.
Ji Wushuang stood coldly in the center of the high platform. She did not immediately scream to kill Watson, but stood there quietly in the black mist...
It's like the demon from thousands of years ago has returned to the human world again.
Gently exhaling a breath, Watson also looked at Ji Wushuang quietly in front of him, thinking about how to respond to the challenge next.
The corners of Ji Wushuang's eyes were also trembling slightly, not because his arm was almost cut by Watson.
But she didn't expect that the Watson in front of her was even more evil than she imagined. Perhaps, she really couldn't capture Watson intact.
Just like Watson's desperate sword, tearing her gold and jade-like clothes apart.
She was a little unwilling to have a good piece of clothing torn like this.
Unwilling to have a flawless body like Watson's to be destroyed by himself.
In this way, the two faced each other quietly for a while, and then Ji Wushuang sighed: "Can you stop fighting back and let me devour you so that you can live forever."
Watson looked at her calmly and shook his head: "I gave you a reason to fight. Only one person can leave here alive."
The conversation on the high platform was not loud, but it was like thunder in the ears of thousands of people.
You must know that since Ji Wucong escaped from the abyss, she has crushed almost the entire Tianxuan Continent with powerful and terrifying strength, and no one can break her defense.
After devouring dozens of monks, she gradually recovered and gained great strength.
But she didn't expect that there would be a limit to her devouring, and there was no place in the entire Tianxuan land that was more suitable for her to practice than the abyss under Wentian Peak.
There is no other monk like Watson who has evil energy but has not turned black.
Therefore, Watson is the most perfect existence in her eyes.
Not to mention that Watson, who had overcome the tribulation, had surpassed a group of old monks in Yunqi Temple and stood at the same height as her.
This is really a gift from God to her!
And up and down the high platform, there were thousands of monks watching the battle. In their hearts, no matter what major events happened in the coming years, no matter what realm they reached.
Everyone here will remember everything that happened today, even in the past ten or fifty years.
Just thinking of the scene of Watson and Ji Wushuang fighting, even the head of Phoenix Mountain would shudder.
One on the high platform is a murderer, and the other is a monster from Tianxuan Earth!
One is a demon and the other is a Buddhist King Kong. The battle between the two is like a lingering nightmare that they will never forget.
Facing Ji Wushuang on the high platform, it was beyond their fear. None of the thousands of monks present had the courage to face the devil.
Even Zhu Jiu, Hua Yu, and Tantai Yuyan on the other side of the abyss knew that they were no match for the devil.
Even Liao Chen and the old monk lamented that they were not as good as they were and sighed secretly in their hearts.
When Watson reveals that only one person can make it out alive...
It was like a thunderbolt sounded in everyone's heart, causing everyone to tremble involuntarily and take another step back.
On the high platform, Watson raised his head and glanced at the sky. The sunset was about to set.
Looking at Ji Wushuang, he smiled bitterly and said, "At least before the moon rises, we have to decide the outcome!"
