The huge banging sound lasted for ten seconds, kicking up a huge amount of dust.
Buildings were damaged one after another, and seven holes appeared in the high walls.
Sunayantian finally fell into the ruins, rolled and hit a broken wall, and sat down on the ground, his body covered in blood unable to move.
The Glen Sword was immobilized by the shadowless invisible force, staying an inch in front of his chest. The black mist light wave followed the sharp blade and approached the sword's edge. This majestic oppressive force bound him to the point of pain.
"What a powerful sword!"
As soon as he said these words, he couldn't hold back the surge of blood and vomited out the hot fluid in his stomach.
The blade of the sword was grabbed by an outstretched hand, and blood flowed from the cut hand.
"Are you competing for strength?"
Although he looks gentle and gentle on the outside, he is innately ferocious in his heart.
There was no violent emotion in his eyes, only the shadow of ruthless indifference.
The bloody hand's grip on the Grant Sword was also a form of suppression, and the clenched fist shone with silver light.
In an instant, two huge forces collided together.
Crazy black energy and silver light erupted into dozens of wind beams, and buildings within a hundred meters fell apart in the process.
The silver light covered the sword body with ice, gradually suppressing the release of the black fog's demonic energy.
The demon sword Yuye was still in Suna Yanten's right hand, and he stabbed it directly.
The strong wind was blowing all over the body of the eldest son of the Demon King, stirring up his beautiful long silver-gold hair.
The scene that caught his eye made him slightly stunned.
The long sword was grasped by an illusory woman with her bare hands. Her upper body was exposed from the sword body, and her thick curly long hair was flying beautifully.
Her left hand holding the long knife quickly transformed into the image of a dead tree and vine, climbed and spread, entangled Suna Yanten's right arm, and cruelly tore it off.
Splashing blood splashed into the air, rendering it red.
The dead trees and vines that swam like snakes stretched back and returned to their original shape.
The demon king thrust the long knife in his hand downwards, but the killing movement suddenly froze, and was locked by Suna Yanten's power-binding spell.
She made a disdainful "bang" sound, and her illusory body was pierced by the sword and shattered into pieces with a "bang".
These real swords grow out of Suna Yanten's body, and after successfully killing the target, they come back to where they came from.
The long sword fell out of thin air and was caught by Suna Yanten's regrown right hand.
His right hand cut down neatly from above. When the blade hit the Gulan sword, it suddenly broke, and the flying blade fell to the ground.
The Demon Sword Yuye, which had killed the demon dragon Ghana, was actually destroyed by the Gulan Sword.
"What a sword!"
Suna Yanten smiled slightly and dropped the half-remaining weapon in his hand.
Jialan's bloody head was stuck at the bottom of the knife's handle.
"Can you use it for me? You seem to be sealed in the sword. I will try my best to let you out. How about it?"
The Grant Sword was imprisoned in the opponent's hand, without any movement or sound.
The eldest son of the Demon King was still immersed in his unfinished emotions and did not notice the potential danger coming quietly.
When he realized something was wrong, a huge thing suddenly appeared in the surrounding space, covering a twenty-story building.
As soon as the behemoth curled up, the skyscrapers immediately shattered.
The boulder fragments fell overhead, and Suna Yantian glanced ahead, and was swallowed by the bloody mouth that rushed out of thin air.
Due to the piercing force, the snakehead glided across great distances, causing buildings to collapse one after another.
Sunayentian survived unharmed, and the light blades growing out of his body stuck the snake's head from ear to ear.
The snake head endured the severe pain and bit it, and was undoubtedly stabbed into a hedgehog.
Taking advantage of the moment when the fangs closed, the figure standing in the snake's mouth retreated, flew into the air and jumped up at high speed, jumped to the top of the snake's head, and stabbed the Gulen sword in his hand straight into it.
I could see the smoky air seeping out from the wound, releasing in large amounts, and even the hilt of the sword was boiling hot.
As soon as Sunayentian took back his burned hand, he was thrown away by the shaking snake head, and the majestic and terrifying snake body crushed him from all directions.
The indescribable roar of the beast shook the heavens and the earth. It was a roar similar to that of a dragon.
Such a tragic and sad voice floated into Fengyu's ears, awakening a trace of consciousness, and his fingers moved slightly.
Because the magical power "Seven Apertures Exquisite Heart" is only 30% activated, he can see things that mortal eyes cannot see even with his eyes closed.
The battlefield was littered with corpses, with broken limbs and skulls piled up in a messy mess.
The mysterious spirit gate emerged out of thin air in the center of the battlefield, like a giant wall condensed by darkness, filled with deathly silence and exuding a terrifying and gloomy ghostly aura.
Creatures that do not belong to this world pour out from the door and roam the battlefield, each armed with whips, knives and forks, iron locks, guns and swords to hunt for dead souls.
These little ghosts are all the messengers of the hell soldiers. They will be found wherever a large number of human beings die in the world. They are ordered by the King of Hell to bring the souls of the dead back to hell for judgment.
Their dwarf-like small and exquisite bodies shuttled across the battlefield, holding a long iron lock in one hand to clasp the neck of the dead soul, tying their hands, and pulling the dead soul around.
Anyone who dared to resist would be beaten and severely whipped.
The dead souls were so frightened that they did not even dare to cry out. Like prisoners, the Yin soldiers put chain iron ropes around their necks, tied their hands, and followed the large procession.
There were five or six little minions in armor standing next to Fengyu, with their big eyes open and their expressions blank and cute, with a bit of fear.
They thought the young man was dead and wanted to pull his soul out of his body, but they did not dare to reach out and touch his body because they would be burned by the incredible golden light.
"Ouch...it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"
The kid who cried out in pain was more unlucky. He set an example first and reached out his hand, but as soon as it touched the boy's clothes, his five fingers seemed to have been cooked by the flames.
It blew on its red fingers with its mouth, complaining about the pain while blowing, with an aggrieved expression.
The companions were grateful for its sacrifice in their hearts, but they kept smiling on their faces without saying it.
"The injury is so serious. Is this person dead or not?"
"I couldn't hear his breathing or heartbeat."
"Would you like to ask the boss to come over and take a look?"
Their boss is the deputy commander who is one level lower than the commander of the Yin soldiers.
The two bald little guys, who looked like mummies, turned around to find the boss when they saw a monk walking towards them. They were so frightened that they knelt down and kowtowed.
"Wow, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva! Why are you here?"
"How long has it been since you walked out of hell yourself?"
"Uuuuuuuuuah, I want to cry when I see you. Too many humans have died here, and they haven't even finished their lives yet. It's so pitiful."
Although Feng Yu had broken arrows stuck in his eyes, he could see things that were invisible to the naked eye.
The chirping little devils knelt down towards the monk wearing a red robe and a circle of glory floating on the back of his head.
