"No!" Yao Meng and the others were shocked. They stared at Si Wen Ming, who was stabbed in the heart by Si Wen Ming. Their minds were completely blank, as they didn't know what to do or say.
"The bodies of human Divine Magi are tough? Eh? Or, as your powers grow stronger, the bodies of human Divine Magi will begin to catch up with, even surpass the bodies of Jia Clan warriors at the same level? "
Yemo Tian put his mouth near Si Wen Ming's ear, raised his voice on purpose, and laughed scornfully.
"They also told me that the truly powerful peak-level Divine Magi are invulnerable, and can control dragons and snakes, and can even shatter stars with their fists. They are a group of unkillable, unbreakable monsters, right?"
Si Wen Ming expressionlessly lowered his head and looked at his chest, sensing the strange feeling brought by the coldness of the sword, which contained a magical heat, when it penetrated his heart. The sword was stuck in his heart. Every time Si Wen Ming's heart beat, he would suffer an unbearable pain. This kind of pain made Si Wen Ming smile. This kind of pain made him feel that he was alive!
"But, under my sword, your so-called Divine Magi's body is nothing but a joke!"
Yemo Tian proudly twisted the hilt of the sword. The sword edge cut Si Wen Ming's body, causing a slight sizzling noise.
"This is the lifebound divine weapon that my father, who is promiscuous but has a noble status, forged for me. For this dark devouring sword, he destroyed a small world with the nature of darkness and devouring with his own hands. Then, he used the core of the world left behind by the collapse of that small world as the main material to forge this beautiful and magical weapon for me! "
"It's invincible, and can devour everything. The more blood, flesh and souls it devours, the more powerful it will be."
Like a little kid who had just received a new toy, Yemo Tian proudly showed off his spirit weapon, the dark devouring sword.
"Dishi Cha came back from my father and brought me the dark devouring sword. I've been confined in the Dark Sun Castle by that bloody woman, Yemo Luoye. She doesn't allow me to go out. Therefore, I haven't found a suitable target for it! "
"But today, I found the most suitable one! Someone told me that you're Si Wen Ming, the one who made our noble Yu Clan people bleed so much in Chi Ban Mountain? You should be considered a hero in the human race, right? "
"Sharpening the edge of my dark devouring sword with the blood of a hero, I think this is a very good sign. We Yu Clan nobles are superstitious deep in our bones. Although our powers can conquer all superstitions, deep in our bones, we still believe in some mysterious, unexplainable things. What do you think?"
Si Wen Ming only chuckled and didn't say anything. He squinted his eyes and enjoyed the strange feeling of the sword piercing through his body and heart.
"Smile? You can still laugh? " Yemo Tian's face turned extremely dark. His face twisted as he said, "You should cry, scream, beg, beg for mercy. You should kneel under my feet, lick my boots, and beg me to spare your life!"
Yemo Tian screamed hoarsely, "Those maids I killed with my own hands, weren't they all like this? They cried, they begged, they knelt at my feet, they pleased me in every way they could think of, they begged me to let them go! "
"Even if we have to die, we human warriors will never beg for mercy from a non-humankind being!" Si Wen Ming finally started talking. His tone was as gentle and steady as always, "Especially, are you sure that you can kill me?"
'Eh'?
Yemo Tian screamed in a weird voice. In the next moment, he lost his eyesight. Si Wen Ming abruptly turned around, letting the dark devouring sword cut a half of his body open. He straightened his left elbow and threw a heavy elbow strike on Yemo Tian's face.
Followed by a thunderous bang, Yemo Tian's dragon-scale armor and dragon-skin helmet burst with a dazzling light simultaneously.
In order to let Yemo Tian pretend to be a Northern Wasteland warrior and come to White Dragon River to watch the show, Gong Gong gave him the top-grade armors from Northern Wasteland. However, facing Si Wen Ming's full-strength strike, these flood dragon armors were so fragile.
Following the thunderous bang, Yemo Tian's armor and helmet exploded into countless tiny pieces simultaneously. Meanwhile, a terrifyingly great gravity landed on Yemo Tian's body, which was over a million times greater than the normal gravity in Pan Gu world. Dragging Yemo Tian, Yemo Tian thudded against the ground like a falling star.
Over ten purely dark, oddly shaped jade talismans on Yemo Tian's body exploded simultaneously, releasing layers of dark light that wrapped him up and shielded him from the destructive power contained in this terrifying elbow attack launched by Si Wen Ming.
Lying on the ground in darkness, all active defensive talismans were used up. Drowsily, he raised his head and stared at Si Wen Ming, whose skin was smooth and smooth, without a single wound left on his body, and in a daze, his eyes popped out.
"No … How can this be? My dark devouring sword! "
Yemo Tian didn't know what to do. He raised the sword and said subconsciously, "I tried it with a few canaries raised by Yemo Shanye. With only one move, those canaries were drained of their spirit blood and souls. You should be no exception!"
Si Wen Ming patted on his left chest, which was still unharmed. Looking at Yemo Tian, he smiled faintly and said, "So, this sword of yours has already seen blood? It seems that in the future, your dark devouring sword can only be used to kill small chickens and cats. "
Yemo Tian's look changed instantly. He pointed at Si Wen Ming and yelled, "Nonsense! My spirit sword, of course, can only be sharpened with the blood of a hero! It's you, it's you, Si Wen Ming! That's right!"
Forcibly restraining the dizziness, Yemo Tian leaped up and lunged the exquisitely crafted long sword towards Si Wen Ming's chest again, leaving a dark stream of light in the air.
Si Wen Ming didn't dodge, neither did he parry with his sword. Instead, he let Yemo Tian's sword penetrate his chest. Silently, he was shocked by the sharpness of this sword.
Si Wen Ming was a great cultivator, and his main cultivation was the earth power. Therefore, his physical body was much stronger than that of other Divine Magi. With his great physical strength, he couldn't even withstand a slight lunge of Yemo Tian's sword. Obviously, this sword could be a lethal threat to human warriors.
The sword penetrated Si Wen Ming's body. Yemo Tian laughed proudly and immediately activated the devouring power of the sword.
However, the dark devouring sword failed to devour anything. Si Wen Ming's body was like a sphere of sticky, half-melted beef tendon. No matter how hard the dark devouring sword tried, Si Wen Ming's spirit blood and soul had merged into one. Therefore, the dark devouring sword couldn't take even a little bit of Si Wen Ming's spirit blood.
Yemo Tian didn't believe it. He pulled out the sword and penetrated Si Wen Ming's body once again.
But the same thing happened. The dark devouring sword could hurt Si Wen Ming, but failed to harm him.
Once the sword was pulled out, Si Wen Ming's body returned to normal.
Smiling blandly, Si Wen Ming said with a low voice, "My Divine Magus body consumed the last piece of breathing earth collected by my clan to merge with mine. My body is a holy body of breathing earth, and not a single drop of my spirit blood will leak out. How can you possibly devour me? "
Si Wen Ming swung his left hand and threw a heavy slap on Yemo Tian's face.
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