Chapter 839 Prehistoric Sword Skills Vs. Demonic Skills

He was a hundred feet away and slashed out with a knife in the air. The blood-colored sword light was thirty-five feet long and turned half of the sky into blood. It slashed towards the demonized young man in front of him.

"The Seventh Form of the Demon - The Second Form!"

The young man's voice was extremely indifferent, as if it came from hell, and the blood in your body seemed to freeze in an instant.

"call……"

The ten-foot-wide demon's left hand, with a harsh whistling sound, swatted away at the shocking blood-colored sword light that was striking hard.

"Crack!"

There was no accident at all. The thirty-five-foot-long bloody sword light suddenly shattered the moment it touched the demon's left hand.

The showdown between "Seven Styles of the Demon" and "Nine Swordsmen of the Ancient World" is so fierce!

Everyone on the scene, including beings like the King of Knife River and the King of Slim, were all stunned.

Such a big collision between the super giant of the Holy See and the rising star at the top makes everyone's blood boil with excitement.

Such a duel scene is definitely rare in a thousand years!

At this time, Huangfu Changyi, Fu Qingqing, Li Luo and others in the crowd were so excited that they could not speak. Only the towering beautiful breasts were rising and falling violently, making wonderful ripples. It's so alluring that just one look at it is enough to make people nosebleed.

So far in the battle, King Zonghe's "Nine Swordsman of the Great Desolation" has struck eight blows. However, Qin Yi not only caught all eight swords, but also suffered no damage at all.

This was a huge difference from the scene where King Zonghe had expected him to be killed with one strike!

This made Zonghe Wang unable to accept it, and his heart had already been broken into pieces.

After the eighth blow, King Zong He knelt on the ground, supporting his body with the bloody sword. His chest rose and fell violently, and the eyes looking at Qin Yi were so wide that his canthus split open, and the corners of his eyes On his forehead, two streaks of bright red blood flowed, which looked shocking.

A battle scene like today was beyond his wildest dreams!

The young man in front of him has only been in the Kyushu Holy See for a short time. However, after using his strongest "Nine Nine Swordsmen" to slash eight times, he is still standing here safe and sound!

As one of the five great masters of the Vatican, he actually struck out eight times, just to hurt Qin Yi at all. He felt ashamed!

"Roar!" "Roar!"

King Zonghe roared like a wild beast from his mouth, and his eyes, which were already cracked open, were bursting with monstrous anger.

"Nine Swordsmen of the Ancient World" has only the last sword left, and it is also the most powerful sword. Whether it can kill this boy who is angry with both humans and gods depends on this sword.

"The Nine Swords of Prehistoric Times - The Ninth Sword!"

After gathering his strength again, King Zonghe roared at the top of his lungs and finally struck out with his strongest sword.

His tall body wearing a golden robe suddenly exuded overwhelming pressure, and the space around him was twisting like streams of water.

"boom!"

He stomped his broad feet vigorously again, causing the ground to shake, and a huge crack one meter wide opened directly on the ground.

With the help of this power, King Zonghe, who was wearing a golden robe, flew towards the demonized young man in front of him like a golden mutated eagle.

He clenched his arms with the blood-red sword, and there were shocking green veins on it. He tried his best to slash the sword fiercely. The shrill blood-red sword light was forty feet long, splitting the world and slashing towards That boy in front of you!

With the slashing of this knife, endless killing intent instantly filled every inch of space here, causing everyone watching the battle to feel a sharp pain in their souls, as if this was A knife struck deep into their souls.

The young man a hundred feet away narrowed his eyes that were faintly filled with demonic energy, looking at the bloody sword light that was slashing with overwhelming force. The extremely indifferent voice suddenly came out from his mouth again. Come out: "The Seventh Form of the Demon - The Third Form!"

The dark, peerless demonic hand roared away to meet King Zonghe's final blow!

"Crack!"

There was still no accident at all. When the blood-colored sword light, which was forty feet long, touched the dark magic hand, it instantly shattered and turned into a blood-colored light that filled the sky.

"Failed, failed to kill this boy who is angry with both humans and gods..."

King Zonghe stood there in a daze, a little lost. He never expected that he would personally take action and use the most powerful martial arts "Nine Swordsman of the Great Desolation", but still failed to kill Qin Yi.

"Boy, I don't believe you are a god. The outcome of our battle should not be like this!"

King Zonghe cannot accept this ending!

Sudden.

He shouted loudly, holding a bloody sword, and rushed towards Qin Yi desperately: "Young man who is angry with both men and gods, I know your magic power, and you still have another move, show it out!"

"as you wish!"

Qin Yi said indifferently, and then, without hesitation, he slapped the ten-foot-wide Heavenly Demon's left hand towards the murderous King Zonghe: "Seven Heavenly Demon's moves - the fourth move!"

"Peng!"

The unparalleled demonic hand that made the world tremble whizzed away. King Zonghe's eyes were filled with darkness and there was no way to avoid it. He was slapped squarely. He only felt that the power contained in this palm was no less than the weight of tens of millions. , as if the sky hit him hard.

He only felt that all the bones in his body were shattered by this palm. His tall body flew dozens of feet away and fell to the ground, causing dust to fly.

The bodies of everyone around him trembled subconsciously.

However, King Zonghe was worthy of being one of the five great masters of the Vatican. He had a physical defense that ordinary people could not imagine. Under the fierce attack of the fourth of the seven movements of the demon, he only lay on the ground for a while, and then suddenly Bounce up.

"Haha, you boy who is angry with both men and gods, your magic power can't kill me. Now, let me see what else you can use to fight me!"

King Zonghe was disgraced and embarrassed, but he was very happy and high-spirited. He had resisted this kid's magic power. Next, the scene of his death should appear.

The scene of Qin Yi's death was what he wanted to see in his dream!

The bloody sword in his hand suddenly swelled to a full foot long, and blood surged. His tall body was held in a straight line with the sword, drawing a dazzling blood light in the air, penetrating the sky, heading towards The boy in front of him stabbed away with an indescribable speed.

King Song Yu, Cheng Ye and others in the crowd suddenly and sincerely had a pleasant smile on their faces. <