One, two, three, and finally seven.
The Sword Demon's killing moves were extremely strange.
Like the seven killing thoughts, the seven death pains, and the seven injuries.
Heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys.
Yin and Yang.
One sword move would injure one meridian. Seven moves would injure all seven meridians.
The Sword Demon was originally a destructive martial art that disregarded everything. Injuring others and injuring oneself, what was there to be afraid of?
Concubine Zhengui was still smiling, her beautiful eyes full of hope, but her attacks were as fierce as the tide, surging crazily!
Her grievances and injustice were all vented in this strange sword move.
No one could block the evil energy contained in it, and no one dared to block it!
Even the Eighth Cultivator of Spirit Transformation Technique, which used the power of heaven and earth, might have to retreat in the face of this Sword Demon's attacks.
In other words, this sword technique had the effect of restraining the Eighth Cultivator of Spirit Transformation Technique.
But Shen Zhenyi was not afraid.
He stood in the eye of the storm, watching the demonic dance with a smile. His heart was not moved, and his expression did not change.
— — He had not even drawn his sword.
— — Concubine Zhengui's attacks were like the tide, but they could not hurt him. He moved like a catkin in the wind. Although the Sword Demon was crazy, it did not hurt him.
One, two, three, four!
Five!
Six!
Seven!
Concubine Zhengui changed again and again. The Sword Demon technique was pushed to the extreme, and her eyes began to become crazy. — — Shen Zhenyi knew that this was because evil energy had entered her body, and she could no longer control herself.
"It's about time."
He looked indifferently at the beautiful demonic afterimages dancing in the air, as if he did not care about these vivid scenes at all. He just lightly brushed his finger.
Buzz!
The clear sound fell, and the world shook.
The light of the red sun shone down from the sky, illuminating the world!
The sky was blue and the earth was white, and the demons retreated.
The Heavenly Demons that filled the sky were blown away like dust, and her sword technique naturally disappeared without a trace.
Concubine Zhengui flew backward, her figure like a swallow, shuttling back and forth. Her chest was stuffy, and she felt as if she had fallen into an endless darkness. The demonic counterattacked and wanted to steal her soul.
"This … one move to destroy the demonic?"
Young Master Yu exclaimed.
He expected Shen Zhenyi to win, but he did not expect him to win so easily..
Zi Ningjun looked at Shen Zhenyi with admiration.
She had long known that he was omnipotent.
Shen Zhenyi shook his head. "It's not over yet."
If the precious concubine could be defeated so easily, then she wouldn't have been able to cultivate the most difficult demonic martial arts and reach the Heavenly Demon realm through her own creation!
Of course, it was impossible to give up on such a woman.
At this moment, the precious concubine seemed to have sunk into the most terrible nightmare.
The Seven Styles of the Sword Demon, Using the Sword to Draw the Devil, was a technique that borrowed the Spiritual Energy of Heaven and Earth to directly attack the opponent's mind.
This kind of attack was very rare in the world of eight cultivators, and it was also very difficult to defend against. As long as Imperial Concubine Zhen's cultivation was above the others, she could easily win.
However, once he encountered someone with a higher cultivation base than him, the effects of the Myriad Illusions and Myriad Transformations Heavenly Demons would be greatly reduced.
And if the opponent's strength far exceeded his own, the Heavenly Demon would find it hard to control itself, and the mental attack could backfire on him.
The precious concubine had never encountered such a situation before.
She was terrified to find herself in a sea of blood from her childhood.
The flames of war were everywhere, and the ferocious bandits were charging forward. Howls of anguish, corpses, and blood were everywhere.
The jackdaws outside the village were crying mournfully, and the night wind was as cold as a knife.
The precious concubine saw that she was only six years old, and her pale and weak hands were covered in blood — this wasn't the blood of the enemy, but the blood of her family.
"Ah!"
She cried out in alarm.
This was the past.
This was blood and fire.
This was the memory she didn't want to face the most.
She was the only survivor of the massacre in the village, and she survived for three days and three nights in the village full of corpses.
That period of time was hell for her.
Even after several hundred years, when the precious concubine reached great success in martial arts, and almost no one in the world dared to harm her, she would still wake up from this nightmare in the middle of the night.
Why …
Why did I suddenly enter a dream when I was clearly in the middle of a battle?
The precious concubine's face was full of fear.
Could it be … that I was killed in one move, and that's why I fell into hell?
"Father! Mother! "
She shouted in vain as tears streamed down her face.
Terrifying demons slowly took shape around her. A black abyss opened, and blood-red magma surged out.
The Heavenly Demon flew, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, wanting to drag its original owner into the bottomless darkness!
No!
The precious concubine suddenly woke up. Even at this point, she wouldn't give in so easily.
She struggled with all her might, wanting to break free from the shackles of these Heavenly Demons.
But when she saw her young and weak body, she couldn't help but feel despair.
Could it be … that this was the only way?
She turned around in vain, and a drop of vermilion tears fell from the corner of her eyes!
Outside the dream.
Shen Zhenyi nodded silently.
The precious concubine's body was suspended in the air, and her eyes were half-closed, as if she had lost consciousness. Due to the fear and the illusion, her body was still twitching slightly.
In one round, Shen Zhenyi had grasped the absolute advantage.
He could even take advantage of this opportunity to kill in one move.
But Shen Zhenyi didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue. Instead, he stood with his hands behind his back, as if he was waiting expectantly.
"The Third Prince … Should we continue?"
Young Master Yu couldn't help but urge when he saw that Shen Zhenyi was still standing in the same place for some reason.
"No hurry."
Shen Zhenyi smiled and said, "Her talent is amazing. After the Devil's Moment, she will definitely be able to turn the situation around and comprehend the eighth move of the Sword Demon."
"It's worth waiting for such a genius."
"The eighth move … of the Sword Demon?" Young Master Yu was a little puzzled at first, but he immediately reacted. Thinking of the precious concubine's fierce attack, he couldn't help but be shocked.
"The Third Prince, although you are skilled and bold, this Sword Demon Martial Dao is a little strange. Why don't we not take the risk?"
Even if Shen Zhenyi could easily break the seventh move, from what Young Master Yu felt, the eighth move must be a leap forward. If Shen Zhenyi couldn't block it, he would let go of the opportunity to win. Wouldn't he be asking for it?
"No, the eighth move is still within my expectations."
Shen Zhenyi wasn't worried at all. He just nodded slightly, still waiting with interest.
He wasn't in a hurry, and so was Lord Zi Ningjun. He quietly stayed by his side.
The emperor isn't anxious, but the eunuch is!
Young Master Yu muttered in his heart, but in the end, he didn't dare to criticize. He could only shrink his head and watch.
At this time, something happened to the precious concubine!
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