Chapter 209 The Last Strike!

Boom boom boom...

Shhhhhhh...

A terrifying aura came quietly with Feng Mo's roar, and a jet-black sword light flashed, falling into Feng Mo's hands, and the world changed drastically, as if everyone was afraid of this sword.

The magic energy flowed freely, and the magic energy of this long sword reached the sky, and the rumbling thunder came, and the whole world changed color.

All the elders of the Demon Realm looked pale and looked at the Demon Sword in horror.

"True... True Demon Sword? It turned out to be Master Motian's True Demon Sword, a mid-grade Divine Emperor Weapon!!"

"It's over, Lin Feng lost"

"Hey, Nephew Lin Feng lost!"

The three elders who greeted Lin Feng outside the city gate just now, that is, Bodhidharma's brothers and sisters, stood below at this moment, looking at the domineering Feng Mo, holding a giant sword, as if by the supreme power, the demon king descended, scary.

Mo Tian looked at Lin Feng with a smile on his face. Sometimes, it depends on chance other than strength. This time, Feng Mo should win steadily.

Tang Youyou's face was a little pale, and her fingernails dug into her flesh, but she didn't feel the slightest bit. She only cared about Lin Feng. If Lin Feng lost this battle, others would not understand Lin Feng. As his wife, how could they not understand.

There is no loss in Lin Feng's dictionary. If Lin Feng really loses to Feng Mo, it will be extremely unfavorable for Lin Feng's future cultivation.

However, everyone felt that Lin Feng was going to lose, even Tang Youyou thought so.

Only Lin Feng laughed by himself.

Looking at Feng Mo who seemed to be descending from a demon lord, Lin Feng laughed heartily, which immediately startled everyone.

"What's wrong with Lin Feng? You won't be frightened stupid, right?"

"Not necessarily, why do I feel a real dragon's breath?"

"This... this is?"

Just when all the elders were astonished, they were completely shocked by the scene in front of them. The supreme magic power emitted by the sword of the real demon that was originally held tightly by Feng Mo was reduced sharply at this time, because another giant sword appeared in the sky. sword.

"Impossible, is this...?"

As soon as the Wanlong Fumo sword came out, the old man Motian stood up in horror, and looked at Lin Feng with his arms raised to the sky, the huge sword emerging from his palms, under the majesty of Wanlong's roar, the devil's energy Dissipates quickly.

Feng Mo's face changed drastically, and he didn't understand why, but he knew that what Lin Feng summoned was also a middle-grade god emperor weapon.

"Lin Feng, we admit defeat"

Just as Feng Mo clenched the True Demon Sword and was about to strike the final blow, Mo Tian's helpless sigh sounded, which made Feng Mo's face suddenly ugly, and he looked at Master suspiciously.

"This is the Sword of Ten Thousand Dragons Subduing Demons, hehe, it is designed to restrain the existence of my sword of true demons"

"Lin Feng, have you met the old demon king of the demon realm?"

With a long beard, Mo Tian looked up at Lin Feng and asked with a smile.

Lin Feng looked at the old man Motian in surprise, and then couldn't help but think that the old demon king is the sixth level of the Holy Spirit Emperor, so is the old man Motian, and the two seniors are the oldest gods in the east of this godland, so Lin Feng boldly Guess, the two must be related.

"Boy Rong explained to seniors that the battle between me and Feng Mo is not over now." Lin Feng nodded lightly to Mo Tian, ​​and then looked at Feng Mo solemnly, and Feng Mo also looked at Lin Feng.

"Do you obey me? Seal the demon?" Lin Feng asked in a deep voice.

Feng Mo's face was pale, he shook his head and shouted: "I don't agree"

"Senior Motian, I want everyone in Jiuxiao to obey me, Lin Feng, and your apprentice is no exception!"

Lin Feng smiled faintly, looking at Motian, the old man Motian suddenly felt that Lin Feng was terrible, with a terrible smile, a terrible character, and more importantly, a terrible talent.

"Lin Feng, let's make the last blow." Feng Mo finally spoke, and he gripped the True Demon Sword tightly. The Qi of True Demon was infused into it, and there was a buzzing sound, as if even the Demon Sword couldn't help but want to attack.

Feng Mo looked at the True Demon Sword in amazement, as if there was something unconvinced about this sword, and with a bang, the Demon Sword flew out instantly, heading straight for Lin Feng.

Just as Lin Feng was about to hold the Wanlong Fumo Sword tightly, he didn't know that the giant sword was directly detached from his hand. Humming and dragon whistling sounds came from the giant sword, and then the two giant swords finally collided under everyone's gaze. together.

"No, run"

At the moment when the two swords came into contact, an irresistible energy swept out, as if the energy of the universe exploded, Lin Feng was directly blasted away, without even a muffled groan, and Feng Mo was the same, directly blasted by the terrifying energy Going out, the two fell heavily to the ground.

The old man Motian let out a roar, raised his arms to the sky, and a terrifying demonic energy spread across all directions, forming a terrifying defensive shield at the same time, allowing the terrifying energy to sweep in and impact the defensive shield, but in the end it did not break through. energy.

It wasn't until these two energies dissipated that Old Man Motian let go of his arms. Just when everyone admired the old man's strength, with a puff, the old man spurted out a mouthful of blood, which made everyone anxious.

"Master"

"master"

Feng Mo and Tang Youyou ran to the old man Motian anxiously, and the elders of the Moyu looked at the old man in panic. If something happened to the old man, it would be a leaderless group of dragons in the true sense, even if Feng Mo was the devil's lord .

"Ahem, this bastard is still as strong as ever."

The old man Motian clutched his chest, watching the Wanlong Fumo Sword and the True Demon Sword quietly floating in mid-air, he couldn't help feeling emotional.

"Come back." Lin Feng clutched his chest, his face was pale, he looked at the Wanlong Fumo Sword, and finally stretched out his hand.

With a whistling sound, the Wanlong Fumo Sword Wengming sounded, and it almost teleported to the top of Lin Feng's head. Lin Feng clenched the giant sword tightly, and could feel a terrifying energy still in the giant sword.

The mid-grade Divine Emperor Artifact is truly terrifying.

Lin Feng put away his giant sword, and Feng Mo also put away his long sword, and the surroundings finally returned to calm.

The battle between Lin Feng and Feng Mo naturally attracted the attention of many experts in the field. After all, the two are already the experts of the Holy Spirit Emperor, so the horror of the battle can be imagined.

At this time, Huba stood in mid-air above the Yaoyu Palace, with a cute little face on his face.

"Dad's Breath, It's Daddy"

In the Divine Realm Temple, the Divine Master stood on the top of the mountain, looking towards the direction of the Demon Realm, and felt a terrifying energy. It should be a duel between the strong.

"Lin Feng, could it be you?"

"Senior Motian, you and the old demon king should know each other, right?"

Moyu has returned to calm. All the elders are performing their duties. Feng Mo was dismissed by the old man Motian. There are only three people in the hall: Lin Feng, Tang Youyou and Motian.

The old man Motian sat on the chair, while Lin Feng and Tang Youyou held each other's little hands with loving expressions on their faces.

"Lin Feng, tell me, that old thing..." Mo Tian didn't answer Lin Feng's question, but looked at Lin Feng anxiously, and asked the question he was most concerned about.

"To be honest, senior, the old demon king is already dead..." Lin Feng sighed with regret.

Hearing this, old man Motian chuckled, not knowing what the expression on his face meant.

"Hehe, it's good to die, this bastard is dead, I'm the only one left."

Old Man Motian smiled lightly, but anyone could hear the sadness in his tone.

"Senior, you...?"

"Lin Feng, Youyou, the old demon king is actually my senior brother"

"But we two brothers have been fighting for a lifetime. Lin Feng, your Wanlong Demon Sword is forged by him to deal with my True Demon Sword, and there are many, many such tit-for-tat things."

"Haha, but it has finally stopped now, and there will be no more fights in the future"

"It's a pity that Yaoyu, hey, he's dead, Yaoyu may not be peaceful, and since you promised him to protect Yaoyu, Lin Feng, you can't just keep your word."

The old man Motian looked at Lin Feng solemnly and said.

"Senior, don't worry, I, Lin Feng, will definitely guard the demon domain. If the spirit domain and other domains dare to attack the demon domain, I will not let them go"

Lin Feng drank solemnly and clenched his fists. For the sake of Huba, he would never let anyone hurt Yaoyu.

Mo Tian nodded in satisfaction and said nothing more.