Slay the Black-armored Demon God under his sword?
Yi Yun's words alarmed the Desolate race and Human race warriors. Slay the Demon God with his sword? This was the Black-armored Demon God that Lin Xintong, the Sacred Spirit and two arrays were helpless against.
"You want to slay me? Hahaha! "
The Black-armored Demon God suddenly laughed out loud. He had fought Yi Yun several times, so he obviously knew Yi Yun's approximate strength. Yi Yun could only sneak an attack while he was recuperating.
"What a joke. Back when I was recuperating, you sneaked an attack on me. Even a casual counterattack from me was enough to injure you through the God Advent Tower. Yet today, you claim that you will slay me under your sword. What shameless boasting!"
The Black-armored Demon God attacked. The lance in his hand looked ancient and dull, but it was a peerless divine weapon.
When the Black-armored Demon God attacked, it was always a simple sweep or stab. However, it was such a simple move that made people feel invincible.
And now, the Black-armored Demon God's lance was stabbing at Yi Yun's heart!
With the enchantment sealing off the surroundings and isolating the God Advent Tower, Yi Yun had no way of retreating. Even if he could retreat, Yi Yun would not retreat. He knew very well that now was the best opportunity to slay the Black-armored Demon God. Once he missed it, there would not be a second chance!
At that moment, time seemed to slow down for Yi Yun.
His mind replayed the scene of the Azure Yang Lord slaying the Black-armored Demon God in the disk array's projection in the Great Empress mystic realm.
The disk array's projection showed the Black-armored Demon God wielding a lance and riding a pegasus, but he had been slain by the Azure Yang Lord with one strike!
Just one strike was like an azure bolt of lightning, piercing through the Black-armored Demon God!
The Black-armored Demon God from tens of millions of years ago was at his peak. It was not something he could compare with now.
That strike...
As long as he could produce 1% of that strike's power!
Back then, the Azure Yang Lord slaughtered the seven Demon Disciples at their peak. I only managed to kill one of them, and he was already severely injured. If I don't destroy him, how can I talk about dominating the 12 Empyrean Heavens?
With the pure Yang broken sword in hand, Yi Yun suddenly felt blessed. An indescribable will augmented the pure Yang broken sword. This was Yi Yun's Sword Intent, and it was much more powerful than before.
The Sword Realm was divided into comprehending Sword Intent, condensing Sword Heart, forging Sword Soul, and finally creating the Heavenly Dao of the Sword.
Yi Yun had been meditating in the Pure Yang Sword Palace for nearly a year, and he had reached the Large Success Stage of Sword Intent. And now, he was beginning to touch the threshold of condensing the Heart of the Sword.
Sword Heart was also the heart of a martial artist. It was not a sword technique, but a sublimation of the will of the Sword Dao.
Pressing forward with an irresistible force!
Hiss hiss hiss
Behind Yi Yun, the Nine Neonate phantom image and the Golden Crow phantom image appeared at the same time. A beam of light tore through the void, missing the black lance and stabbing straight at the Black-armored Demon God's throat!
Huh!?
Everyone was shocked when they saw this scene!
When martial artists fought, they dealt with moves as they saw them. When one side attacked, the other side would first think about how to break the move, and only then would they think about killing their opponent.
But now, Yi Yun's sword did not have any defense, it was only an attack!
He had deliberately avoided the Black-armored Demon God's lance, and wanted to stab the Black-armored Demon God's throat!
The Black-armored Demon God's powerful offensive power made people shudder in fear. Just blocking his attack was nearly impossible, yet Yi Yun did not even try to block it. It was a nearly one-way strike.
"He is about to be pierced by the lance. Is he going to use his death to deliver that strike?"
"The Black-armored Demon God's offensive power is too terrifying. If Yi Yun's sword beam were to clash with the lance head on, the sword beam would definitely shatter. It would not be able to injure the Black-armored Demon God, hence he is avoiding the lance. But if that happens …"
Everyone held their breaths. Even if Yi Yun did not care about himself and traded his life for an injury, what could he do to the Black-armored Demon God?
Not only was the Black-armored Demon God's offensive power terrifying, his defense was also extremely astounding!
"Yun-er!"
Jiang Xiaorou's heart stopped beating. She watched helplessly as the Black-armored Demon God's lance stabbed into Yi Yun's chest.
The Black-armored Demon God revealed a sinister smile, "You want to perish together with me? You are not worthy! "
"Ka-cha!"
The black lance pierced through Yi Yun's protective Yuan Qi, which tore like paper. There was no doubt about it.
Just as the lance was about to pierce through Yi Yun's body …
Sou!
A stream of light flew out from Yi Yun's Dantian. This stream of light went straight for the Black-armored Demon God's lance.
In a blink of an eye, the stream of light rapidly expanded. It turned into a youth dressed in a dark golden robe. This youth looked extremely similar to Yi Yun, as though they were carved from the same mold. However, his skin had a dark golden luster to it, as though it had a metallic texture.
The moment the youth appeared, he went straight for the Black-armored Demon God's lance. With a wave of his hand, a snow-white trajectory shot out from his body. They were … flying sabers!
999 flying sabers flew wantonly, like snow falling from the sky!
This was Yi Yun's Thousand Snow Domain!
Boom!
The flying sabers clashed with the black lance, resulting in a terrifying blast. The Black-armored Demon God's lance slowed down, but it still struck the youth's chest heavily.
The youth's body convulsed as he smacked the black lance with one hand, sending his body flying backwards.
And at this moment, the terrifying energy contained in the black lance exploded outwards. Even the void enchantment that the Black-armored Demon God had set up was destroyed and collapsed!
In this energy storm, Yi Yun's body transformed into a stream of light as he shot towards the youth. Yi Yun's body entered the youth's Dantian and disappeared.
Peng!
The youth felt like he had been hit by a mountain. His body slammed down heavily, causing a mountain ridge to collapse.
Gravel rumbled down, burying the golden-robed youth deep into the ground.
What is this …
Everyone who saw this scene was stunned.
Even Jiang Xiaorou was completely clueless. Who was the youth that suddenly appeared, dressed in a dark gold robe, who looked extremely similar to Yi Yun?
What happened to Yi Yun after suffering that strike? Was that golden-robed youth dead?
People were extremely worried, but at this moment, someone suddenly said, "Look at the Black-armored Demon God's neck!"
With this exclamation, people looked over. They saw the Black-armored Demon God holding the black lance in one hand, while his other hand was covering his throat.
Dark red demonic blood flowed out from the gaps of his fingers.
He was injured!
Yi Yun's attack had reproduced the elegance of the Azure Yang Lord's attack from years ago. At that instant, it had even touched the threshold of the Heart of the Sword.
In order to maximize the attack's power, Yi Yun had even avoided the Black-armored Demon God's lance beam. All his Sword Intent was directed at the Black-armored Demon God's vital points!
A strike to the throat!
The Black-armored Demon God slowly removed his hand. A wound the size of a pinky finger was left on his neck.
Although the wound was small, it was very deep. Around the wound, muscles were squirming, attempting to repair it.
But strangely, there was an immortal Sword Intent emanating from the wound. It was constantly tearing the wound open again!
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
