Mengqi took out a black long sword from his body, and the inscription on the sword body flowed, exuding a mysterious aura.

This sword is the magical artifact Blood-Devouring Demon Sword he obtained from Xu Hetu. The so-called blood-devouring, the stronger the blood stain.

This sword is a magical weapon. Although it is not as good as the top ten magical weapons, it is not much different. This magical weapon is a perfect match for his current "Demon Sword".

Over the past few decades, he has not only relied on Tongtian Pill to enter the late stage of Void Refining, but also practiced "Demon Sword" to the extreme. This is also the reason why he dared to fight with the deity. Ye Xiong was able to defeat Ye Wentian, so why could he not defeat Ye Xiong.

"It seems that you are still confident. I am even more satisfied with this." Ye Xiong smiled faintly.

Mengqi couldn't understand what the other person meant, why the stronger he was, the more satisfied he was?

Could it be that he still had some conspiracy?

He is the clone of the deity, with the thoughts and wisdom of the deity.

On the surface, I am a good man with Buddha's heart, but it does not mean that he is pedantic. Sometimes what he does is even more cruel than a devil. Yes, this man is half an angel and half a devil.

Meng Qi held the magic sword tightly and stared at Ye Xiong with his eyes tightly. A very terrifying demonic aura surged out of his body. The black aura was as black as if it was splashing ink. On his body, it swelled into a hell demon shadow, hideous and terrifying.

"Person priest, come on, come on." A shout suddenly came from below.

A delicate voice was cheering him up. It was his most loyal follower, Zhao Ling, who had always loved him.

"I believe you will definitely win." Zhao Ling yelled.

I can win, I will definitely win.

When I was at the same level, I and I both had the power to fight, and now I am one level higher than the original.

For this day, I have been sleepless for more than 20 years and have practiced the magic sword to the extreme, with almost no flaws.

I know the true nature of the deity, and I will definitely win.

Monkey kept encouraging himself. This man created him but did not let him become a real man. He must pay heavy costs for what he did and he wanted to avenge him.

"Shenwu Style."

The huge phantom of the magic sword, with the power of devouring mountains and rivers, rushed towards Ye Xiong.

At this moment, Mengqi seemed not to be a human, but a sword, an invincible sword.

The terrifying threat even Cangqiong almost trembled. At this moment, no one believed this move was issued by a late-stage cultivator of Void Refining. He thought it was issued by a peak of Void Refining or even a half-step fusion cultivator.

"You have really put in a lot of effort over the past few decades!" Ye Xiong smiled slightly.

The next moment, he also slashed out with one sword!

The golden light was magnificent, and two sword lights, one black and one white, collided in half the man's air.

The space collapsed, and the explosion of energy caused a great storm, and the howling airflow forced countless people around to retreat.

Both of them stood still and left the storm to blow.

"The second move of Shenwu style."

Mengqi kept making a move, and then another move came out. The Blood-Devouring Demon Sword seemed to be infected by him and burst into tears.

A black sword light curved like a rainbow almost cut the entire universe in half.

The monks from the Temple of Light around him couldn't help but shout when they saw the power of the sword.

"Okay, strong."

"Second Priest, it's great."

"Kill this bastard, you will be the next priest."

Xu Hetu is dead, and everyone around you know that if this disaster passes, Mengqi will become the next priest of light.

He has a bright future, but the premise is that he has to overcome the disaster before him.

Faced with Mengqi's increasingly powerful attack, Ye Xiong was even more satisfied, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The next moment, he used the Buddha's demon energy at the same time, and the Buddha's demon clutch took action.

"The Buddha and demon have sunny."

boom!

A huge explosion occurred in the center of the two, causing a storm.

The very terrifying power of law forms a whirlpool with the two of them as the center, and the people around them cannot see their bodies at all.

After a while.

A figure emerged from the vortex, like a defeated grass, was knocked away thousands of kilometers, and a mouthful of blood was spurted out.

The sound around him stopped abruptly, like a huge knife cutting the sound off.

Ye Xiong was still standing in the air, with light flashing on his body, turning into a divine ape, without any injury.

On the other hand, Mengqi has blood on the corners of her mouth, bloodstains on her wrists, and her pupils are congested.

"I'm not willing to give up."

He was really unwilling to accept that he had been practicing hard for decades but still could not defeat the other party.

"Monqi, you are my clone, at most 80% of my strength. I split you out thirty years ago, and you only 80% of you. Thirty years later, we have all advanced, and you still only 80% of you. Even if I let you go for decades, you still only 80% of you, because I absolutely cannot make you stronger than me." Ye Xiong said coldly.

"I don't believe it." Meng Qi tried his best to input the demonic energy into the Blood-Devouring Demon Sword.

The blood on his wrist entered the Blood-Devouring Demon Sword, and the Demon Sword suddenly produced a huge magic form, and a terrifying power condensed on him like hell.

The Blood-Devouring Demon Sword, the blood of others will be strong, and the blood of yourself will be even more terrifying.

At the critical moment of life, he ignored nothing.

"Don't you accept your fate?"

Ye Xiong snorted coldly, released the wrathful holy body Dharma image above his head, and a huge black Buddha figure suddenly appeared in the air.

Solemn, sacred, and hideous, terrifying.

This is a combination of Buddha and demon, this is a combination of good and evil.

The Five Dharmas of the Dharma Figures point out the hand, like the palm print of the clouds in the sky, pressing down on Mengqi's head.

"Blood-devouring demon sword, kill it for me." The Mengqiren sword merged and shot at the giant palm!

This is a peak duel, this is a life-long confrontation regardless of a wave.

At this time, there is no room for retreat.

The hearts of the people around him were raised, and everyone knew that the time for life and death was here.

Foyin and the Demon Sword confront!

puff!

Mengqi sprayed blood again, and the blood-devouring demon sword in his hand could no longer hold it and came out of his hand.

Without the magic sword, Mengqi suddenly became like a fish without a source.

"No, deputy priest..." Zhao Ling's heart-wrenching voice sounded.

After her scream, an amazing scene appeared.

Originally, she thought that Mengqi's body would be crushed into a meat paste. What shocked her was that Mengqi's body turned into a three-color mud-like object.

Red, yellow, black.

"This is, the three-color magic mud!" Zhao Ling was stunned.

She never thought that the man she loved was not a real human, but a person created with the Three Gods.

Ye Xiong grabbed Mengqi's body with a big hand, and only a black Nascent Soul was left in the palm print.

The three-colored divine mud was collected by him and placed in the storage ring.

This Nascent Soul is the Nascent Soul that Ye Xiong split.

Without the physical body, the black Yuanying had no power of resistance at all and was wrapped in the palm print, like a good rabbit.

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