Chapter 321 Divine Magical Weapon

Is he trying to trick me?

Dongye Yu was a little suspicious when he heard the voice. The person in front of him was not a teacher but a corpse demon. He used the title of demon, so he must be a vicious, cunning and treacherous existence - he had already experienced the previous lies.

I have to use the worst malice to speculate on it. Maybe the Yan Fan he shouted now is actually using other moves.

Although he shouted the corresponding moves before making a move without cheating, he was watching the sword coming out and there was no room for cheating. Now that he has no vision, it is hard to say.

Dongye Yu thought about it and hesitated for a moment. He did not follow Yan Fan's move, but simply retreated to avoid the attack range.

It was at this moment of hesitation that the sword light came. This time the corpse demon learned his lesson and did not use sword energy and energy, but simply chopped with a real sword at a very fast speed.

I am so despicable!

He didn't cheat?

Dong Yeyu suddenly felt something was wrong, and the next second, he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

Puff! Puff!

Then, the sound of two consecutive sharp blades slashing reached his ears. Dong Yeyu looked down, like a cross. Fortunately, although he hesitated a little, he retreated at the first time, so he was only cut by the sword.

But even so, there were two scars as deep as ravines. The strange thing was that no blood flowed out, only the crystal light spots like starlight slowly dissipated, which looked brilliant and beautiful.

Dong Yeyu felt a long-lost feeling of weakness rising in his heart.

This is the pure origin of the soul. Compared with the flesh, it is like blood essence. Normal people will lose a little bit of it. Dong Yeyu's soul is much stronger than ordinary people after refining qi and transforming into spirit. It won't be so serious if he is injured, but he can't be chopped all the time.

No matter how thick the blood bar is, there will be a day when it will be lost.

The corpse demon stared at the star-like light spots and sniffed greedily, as if he could smell the fragrance from dozens of meters away. His ferocious face showed a greedy look, and his scarlet eyes were bright.

"Disciple, you are really hardworking in your practice. Even your soul is so sweet, and your body must be even more delicious. How about giving it all to me, the teacher? Hahaha!"

He laughed and chased after him with a knife. His momentum was terrifying, and the death energy rushed straight to the sky. Even the sun was blocked, and the light suddenly dimmed, as if it was a solar eclipse.

"Demon, I will kill you today."

Dong Yeyu glanced at him coldly, and swallowed all the light spots back in three or two mouthfuls. They were all the spiritual essences that he had cultivated hard every day, and they could not be wasted.

At the same time, the pure white fairy light shrouded his body suddenly lit up, refining the death energy in the wound. In just a moment, the wound as deep as a ravine recovered as usual.

"Then come!"

The corpse demon kicked the wooden wall and rushed forward, turning all the buildings along the way into dust. The blade in his hand flew, and the blade could not be seen. All he could see was the afterimage wrapped in black air. The sword move he used was the floating boat crossing.

The sword was sharp, and it was used a few points faster than when he was on the Jade Dragon Flag. In particular, there was a bit more tragic killing intent. It was a sword move honed on the battlefield, which was fundamentally different from the one practiced in the dojo.

Dong Yeyu's sword had also killed many demons, and his swordsmanship was quite proficient. Seeing such exquisite swordsmanship at this time, he couldn't help but have an impulse to draw his sword and chop.

It was a pity that he was in the state of soul now and couldn't turn into a human body.

Dong Yeyu kept jumping back to avoid, and then stepped back on a waterwheel, kicked hard, avoided a move of cutting, and waved his claws to poke the corpse demon's eyes.

The corpse demon chopped the waterwheel in two with one slash. Seeing the white fox coming, he covered his eyes with one hand and leaned back at the same time.

Dong Yeyu wanted to use his claws to cut off his neck, but found that his claws were not long enough. The corpse demon was tens of meters tall and his neck was two or three meters in diameter. His claws were less than one meter, about the length of a katana. He could cut off his throat but couldn't cut off his head with one blow.

The problem is that the corpse demon doesn't need to breathe, so there is no point in cutting off the throat.

He can only attack several times to see if he can cut off the head. Dong Yeyu's mind was racing, and his offensive became more and more determined.

The corpse demon saw that he wanted to attack his throat through the gap between his fingers, and he was immediately happy.

Why is this apprentice of Arima Zhongkang such a stupid thing? Doesn't he know that zombies are known for their copper heads and iron arms?

Now that he has cultivated to the realm of corpse demons, not to mention being invulnerable to swords and guns, he can also be regarded as indestructible. A mere claw, aren't you afraid that it will be blown away?

He laughed loudly, ignoring the white fox's attack on his throat, and turned his wrist with his other hand, hammering the white fox with the hilt of his sword, waiting for the half-second attack opportunity when he couldn't break the defense and was stunned.

The Bizen Osafune Kingdom Guardian, which was originally only the length of an ordinary katana, became huge, and even the hilt of the sword should not be underestimated. At this time, the corpse demon held it and hammered it back, with a momentum stronger than a battering ram, and the kinetic energy was comparable to an overloaded dump truck at full speed.

If he was hit by the hammer, he would be crushed to dust on the spot, and serious injuries would be inevitable.

Dong Yeyu narrowed his eyes slightly and entered the state of Wuxiang Sword. He was more sensitive to everything around him, including the posture of the corpse demon in front of him, how to attack the throat, and how to avoid his counterattack afterwards. It was just a moment of effort. Before he could think much, his body had already moved.

The two fluffy tails moved, and the body adjusted slightly in the air. The whole white fox slid through the air in a very coordinated posture, and the sharp claws cut into the corpse demon's throat. The claws, which were covered with the magic light of slaying demons, saw the corpse demon's flesh as nothing and cut through it smoothly.

Puff!

The corpse demon felt that his throat was cut open, and at the same time, he felt an unbearable feeling, as if his throat was on fire.

The corpse demon didn't know what it was yet, but he knew it was not a good thing, and his eyes were wide open.

He staggered back, holding his throat, but unlike ordinary people who were attacked in the vitals, his attack posture did not change much. Instead, he held the hilt of the sword harder and hammered it, determined to smash the white fox into a meat paste.

However, after Dong Yeyu succeeded in his attack, he did not stop at all. He kicked the chest of the corpse demon with his hind legs, and the movement trajectory of the whole fox suddenly changed, and it fell diagonally downward.

He barely avoided the hilt of the sword that was hammered over, and then scratched four scars on his thigh. The whole process was smooth and flowing, with a natural beauty of killing.

Then Dong Yeyu did not distance himself, but rushed back and forth beside the corpse demon's legs and feet, and from time to time seized the opportunity of the corpse demon's attack gap to scratch it with the sharp claws attached to the demon slayer. Each time he scratched four deep scars, the rich death energy continued to leak from the wound, and then was refined by the demon slayer magic power attached there.

The key point is that he is not greedy for swordsmanship. For a moment, even though the corpse demon's swordsmanship is exquisite, he is quite angry.

In less than half a minute, the armor on the corpse demon's thighs, calves, and waist was already full of claw marks and in tatters, and a thick black gas continued to diffuse from it.

"Get out!"

The corpse demon held the sword in both hands and shouted angrily. The thick death aura lingering on his body burst out, and the air wave shook the white fox away for a distance. He took the opportunity to retreat and then held the sword horizontally on guard.

Only then did he have time to check his injuries.

The corpse demon only lowered his eyebrows and saw the holes in his lower body. At the same time, a special feeling floated in his heart.

After becoming a corpse demon, he had not felt anything for a long time, but at this time, a strange and annoying feeling of weakness came.

It was not pain, but a feeling of continuous weakness and falling.

It was as if a small area in the throat was on fire, burning continuously, but this fire was not fueled by flesh and blood, but by the resentment and death energy that he had accumulated with great effort.

He then subconsciously operated his power, and the strong resentment and death energy surged like a tsunami, trying to extinguish this small flame.

But he was shocked to find that no matter how much resentment he had, it seemed to have no effect, but instead made the flames burn more fiercely like a raging fire.

What a beast! What kind of magic did he use!

He cursed in his heart, but was a little terrified. He didn't understand why he could break his indestructible body, and he didn't understand why the resentment and death energy that even gods dared not compete with could be ignited by such a strange flame.

Until his eyes fell on the inconspicuous spiritual light attached to the claws, a feeling of fear and trembling came to his heart, and he suddenly realized.

No wonder the old guy Yu Shi was so confident, was this what he relied on?

The corpse demon then realized that facing this fox demon, the super defense ability and strength brought by the giant body seemed to have no advantage - of course, it was not completely useless. If it was the same size, he would have been beheaded just now.

But if it was the same size, at least it would not be so passive.

Thinking of this, he simply gathered his death energy and his body slowly shrank until it turned into a small giant of more than ten feet, the same size as the white fox.

No mistake, one sentence, one release, one content, one 6, one book, one bar, take a look!

Dong Yeyu saw him shrink his body, his expression became solemn, and he paced around the corpse demon while trying to find weaknesses and thinking.

In this case, the tactics of repairing feet just now would not work, and the advantage of swordsmanship inherited by the corpse demon from the teacher would be greatly enhanced.

However, correspondingly, if he was caught in the vitals at this size, it would be a fatal attack that would behead him.

But just now he suffered a loss of underestimating the enemy, and now it is not so easy to attack the vitals such as the throat.

Dong Yeyu thought of this and suddenly noticed that his breath had become much weaker, and the death energy that was like a black mist around him gradually became almost invisible. There were not many such changes, but they were obvious enough.

It should be because the demon slayer and the ghost fire continued to refine the death energy.

It is said that the power of zombies comes from corpse energy, and it is probably the same for corpse demons. If all these resentments and death energy can be purified, perhaps he can be killed.

Dong Yeyu made a plan in his mind that ordinary demon hunters would not dare to think of.

After all, such a huge amount of death energy, even ordinary gods dare not approach, let alone mortal practitioners, even if there is a way to refine the death energy, it will take ten or eight years, and the corpse demon will not wait for you to refine it to death.

It was just that Dong Yeyu happened to have a spell restraint, the blue bar was long enough, and with the blessing of the Wuxiang Sword, he could fight with the corpse demon who inherited the swordsmanship of the swordsman.

Speaking of which, although the corpse demon is good at swordsmanship, Dong Yeyu found that he also didn't know some moves.

For example, Wuxiang Sword, which requires a sword technique similar to the state of sitting and forgetting, is difficult for the corpse demon to achieve the state of Wuxiang because his mind is full of resentment and obsession. It can be said that it is impossible for him to learn this sword technique.

If he cannot learn Wuxiang Sword, the power of Tianlan Yidaoliu will be greatly reduced.

However, the refining speed is really slow with only slaying demons and ghost fire.

Dong Yeyu pondered for two seconds and glanced at the corpse demon. He saw that he was also on guard against him. He probably wanted to refine the remaining mana from slaying demons and did not attack rashly.

So Dong Yeyu approached carefully while taking out the small treasure house wrapped in his soul body - he had made full preparations this time and brought all the treasures he could bring.

After searching, a feather fan appeared in the void beside him. It had only five feathers, which seemed to be taken from the tail feathers of some kind of divine bird. Each feather was shining and colorful, and golden and red fire spirits occasionally emerged.

As soon as it appeared, the temperature around it seemed to rise a lot, and the lingering death energy also retreated one after another. A circular death energy hole with a radius of dozens of meters soon appeared around Dong Yeyu, and the air suddenly became clear and bright.

The divine fire is much stronger than his own fox fire - He Guishan should have experienced this.

Dong Yeyu used his magic power to sacrifice the red gold feather fan on his head, and then it seemed as if an invisible hand held the fan handle and gently fanned it in the direction of the corpse demon.

Huh!

The red-gold raging flame appeared out of thin air and turned into a giant fire bird that stretched dozens of feet long. It was not as good as Dong Yeyu's own orange-red fox fire. As soon as this fire bird appeared, the death energy in the air made a hissing sound. For a moment, it was like some fried food was put into a frying pan, and it seemed that the entire Fuzhishan City was boiling.

The fire bird seemed to have intelligence. After it was summoned, it locked onto the corpse demon in just an instant, and immediately flapped its wings, sweeping over with a cloud of fire.

A divine magic weapon?

The corpse demon was startled, and subconsciously touched the wound on his throat that had not healed for a long time. He did not dare to underestimate it, and took a deep breath, knowing that it was time to fight to the death.

He was decisive, and raised the long sword high, and all the death energy that permeated Fukuchiyama Castle was attracted, surging like a tsunami and gathering on the blade.

The density of the death energy dropped, and the sky appeared in front of him, but the previously clear blue sky was now covered with dark clouds, thunder rolled, and the electric snake illuminated the whole world with an irregular frequency.

Dong Yeyu sensed that there was a terrifying breath gathering, and when he looked up, he was stunned. He saw that the original several-meter-long sword instantly turned into a giant blade that cut through the sky and split the earth, connecting the sky and the earth, and countless thunders struck the black sword, but it seemed to just put a lightning crown on it.

The real ghost cry made me feel depressed and had a splitting headache. If it were a mortal, I would probably go crazy on the spot.

The corpse demon gripped the hilt tightly and shouted: "Ghost Slash!"

The huge blade that connected the sky and the earth fell head-on towards the firebird, and the inky black death energy hit the giant bird wrapped in red-gold flames, instantly gaining the upper hand. Even if the firebird burst out with the utmost true fire, it could not break through the shackles.

"This move is my own enlightenment, using the thoughts of thousands of evil ghosts here. It is not an ordinary swordsmanship. I wonder if there is any swordsmanship that can match it among the swordsmanship taught by your master?"

The corpse demon laughed arrogantly, but the sword in his hand did not loosen the force at all. Instead, it slowly suppressed the firebird to a low altitude, and the surging red-gold true fire gradually dimmed.