Chapter 175
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Chi …
A trail of blood quietly appeared on Nangong Zhe's face. Nangong Zhe was still sweating because of the frightening moment just now.
Originally, with Nangong Zhe's understanding of the Fatal Thirteen Swords, although there was a certain gap in strength and speed between him and the inner demon, who had been strengthened by the formation, he could still rely on his skills to deal with the inner demon.
However, just now, the inner demon used a move that Nangong Zhe had never seen before. It was a move that was derived from the Fatal Thirteen Swords.
This move was almost a perfect display of the ruthlessness of the Fatal Thirteen Swords.
At that moment, the inner demon's murderous aura was so frightening that it almost froze Nangong Zhe's movements.
Watching the blade getting closer and closer to his face, Nangong Zhe used all the strength in his body to move again. However, his face was still scratched by the blade, leaving a bloody scar.
"This move …"
Nangong Zhe looked at the inner demon and said with lingering fear.
"Don't you remember? When you obtained the Fatal Thirteen Swords and practiced it to the extreme, you had a wisp of inspiration! "
With the inner demon's reminder, Nangong Zhe finally remembered that when he practiced the Fatal Thirteen Swords, he vaguely felt that the Fatal Thirteen Swords should not stop at the thirteenth move. However, he had been trying to deduce it but to no avail. Therefore, he did not continue to deduce it.
"This is … the fourteenth sword?"
Nangong Zhe looked at the inner demon and said the answer. Compared to the fourteenth sword, which was almost like a demonic sword, the first thirteen swords of the Fatal Thirteen Swords were like green leaves against a red flower.
Endless ruthlessness and murderous aura, the essence of the first thirteen swords were gathered in this sword.
It was the fourteenth sword that could be called the Ghost God's Sword.
"You can actually perform such a sword?"
Nangong Zhe was very surprised because this sword only existed in Nangong Zhe's consciousness.
Compared to the body technique that the inner demon had used to create illusions, this sword technique that was close to the supernatural made Nangong Zhe's mind more easily shaken.
"That's right! What you can do, what you can't do, I can easily do. What can you use to win against me? Why don't you just obediently stretch out your neck and let me inherit everything you have? With my strength, wouldn't protecting those girls be a piece of cake? "
The Inner Demon looked at Nangong Zhe with disdain and disdain. He, who was able to display a sword move that was close to that of a supernatural being, was indeed qualified to look at Nangong Zhe with disdain.
Nangong Zhe did not speak. He only held the Heaven's Disaster Sword tighter in his hand. His slightly trembling hands held the Heaven's Disaster Sword in front of him.
Although he did not speak, it was obvious that Nangong Zhe was unwilling to give up everything he had.
"Hehe … Stubborn! But that's good. This way, I can fight to my heart's content and vent the resentment that you have suppressed me for all these years. "
The Inner Demon still had a strange smile on his face as he attacked Nangong Zhe with his sword.
Although it was still the Fatal Thirteen Swords, it seemed that the ruthlessness of the Fatal Thirteen Swords had increased because of the fourteenth sword move.
On the other hand, Nangong Zhe had already lost in terms of confidence because of the fourteenth sword just now.
Although Nangong Zhe was still trying his best to parry every sword attack from the inner demon, he was getting more and more powerless.
Nangong Zhe blocked the Inner Demon's sword with the Heaven's Disaster Sword. However, his hand that was holding the sword also fell to the side of his body because of the huge force. The web between his thumb and forefinger was even slightly cracked because of the strength of the Inner Demon's sword. Traces of blood seeped into the sword hilt.
Some sticky blood stained the sword hilt, making Nangong Zhe feel that the Heaven's Disaster Sword was very heavy at this moment.
The Heaven's Disaster Sword even looked like it was about to fall out of his hand.
"Look at your current sorry state. You can't even hold the sword properly and you still want to fight with me? Don't joke around … "The Inner Demon sneered at Nangong Zhe." With your current state, what right do you have to fight with others? What right do you have to swear that you can protect everything you want to protect? Instead of letting you go out and make a fool of yourself, you don't even know when you will silently die in the hands of others. Why don't you just let me end you! "
"What's the point of saying so many useless things? If you want to fight, then let's fight! "
At the beginning of the battle, Nangong Zhe wanted to use sarcasm to disturb the Inner Demon's state of mind. However, at this moment, every word of the Inner Demon was like a sharp thorn that attacked Nangong Zhe. Nangong Zhe couldn't help but have a trace of doubt in his heart.
Could he really accomplish all the things that he had hoped for with the current him?
In order to adjust his state of mind, Nangong Zhe could only shout loudly, trying to expel every word of the Inner Demon from his mind.
The Inner Demon's mouth curved into a smile. It seemed that it was very satisfied with Nangong Zhe's current state.
It turned its body and stabbed its long sword at a strange angle.
This time, Nangong Zhe didn't block the Inner Demon's sword like before. Instead, a trace of his shikigami appeared. The Inner Demon's long sword directly slashed past Nangong Zhe's neck. A strand of black hair fell to the ground beside Nangong Zhe.
The Inner Demon could have directly taken Nangong Zhe's life with this sword. However, when the long sword was about to slash Nangong Zhe's throat, the Inner Demon quietly moved the long sword to the side and only took away a strand of Nangong Zhe's hair.
The smile on its face was like a cat that was teasing a mouse.
It was so calm and so cruel.
"Isn't this … interesting?"
The Inner Demon seemed to treat teasing Nangong Zhe as a way to relieve its boredom. Its eyes were filled with satisfaction.
Nangong Zhe drew his sword. He poured his chaotic thoughts into the sword and stabbed the Inner Demon with a fierceness that was different from before.
"Didn't you look down on my fighting style? But now, every move of yours is very similar to my swordsmanship. Which one of us is more like a clown who wants to make others laugh? "
The Inner Demon looked at Nangong Zhe's sword. It just casually waved the long sword in its hand and broke Nangong Zhe's swordsmanship.
It even took a step forward and kicked Nangong Zhe.
Nangong Zhe directly fell onto the surface of the lake, looking indescribably embarrassed.
"Deity! Nangong Zhe! Wood leaf Yama! Have you seen a dog? Look at you now. Aren't you a mad dog that has lost its mind due to anger? A mad dog like you should use blood and pain to teach you who is the master of life and death! "
The Inner Demon walked to Nangong Zhe's side and stepped directly on Nangong Zhe's back. Nangong Zhe, who was struggling to stand up and continue fighting, was mercilessly stepped on to the surface of the lake.
Nangong Zhe's face was reflected on the surface of the lake, which made Nangong Zhe extremely frustrated.
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