He was fast, but ng Zheng was even faster.
Before Yuwen Sicheng's teor shower of sword intent could be unleashed, a sharp and unparalleled blade light had already pierced through the sky. Like a bolt of lightning piercing through the night, it was so bright that it was painful to look at.
Compared to Yuwen Sicheng's complicated sword intent of turning teors into rain, this blade was so simple, so direct, carrying with it a sense of absolute determination that it would either succeed or die for good.
"Demon, you're a demon!" Only then did Yuwen Sicheng realize that the other party wasn't from the Ling clan. Only a demon could display such a wild and unbridled blade technique.
The bodies of the devil race were strong. Under normal circumstances, their martial arts techniques were stronger than other experts of the sa level. Moreover, ng Zheng had followed Ling Chuxi through the sea of death and had a narrow escape. His actual combat experience was far stronger than that of other devil race mbers. Coupled with his comprehension of the nomological laws in the tower of proving holiness, the might of this blade had far exceeded his own realm.
ng Zheng didn't say anything. All of his thoughts, all of his killing intent, and the blood-devouring aura of the demon race's heavenly body had been condensed into this blade.
In addition, there was also the pent-up depression that had been suppressed for a long ti. The gap between his cultivation and Ling Chuxi's was too obvious. As a follower, every ti Ling Chuxi was in danger, he was powerless. He did not even have the chance to make a move. How could he not be depressed?
And today, he had finally found the opportunity to prove himself.
The wind from the saber rustled, and the clouds changed color. It actually gave people a feeling of desolation.
Yuwen Sicheng's expression changed drastically. He had underestimated his opponent! Never in his wildest dreams would he have thought that ng Zheng was a demon, much less that a re mid Emperor would be able to unleash such a terrifying Blade Force.
If he had been prepared from the start and unleashed his sword energy, he might have been able to block ng Zheng's powerful saber. Based on his understanding of the demon race's martial arts, as long as he could block this saber, he would not have to fear the rest. However, one wrong step led to many more mistakes. It was too late to say all this now.
After all, he was one of the most outstanding experts of the Yuwen family's younger generation. In this mont of life and death, Yuwen Sicheng did not lose his composure. With a furious roar, he raised his sword and stabbed toward ng Zheng's Qi sea.
This was a suicidal move. Even if he died under ng Zheng's saber, this move would completely destroy ng Zheng's five viscera sea of Qi. To a cultivator, this was no different from killing him.
Yuwen Sicheng believed that ng Zheng didn't have the courage to do so.
He had not guessed wrong. ng Zheng was indeed unwilling to die with him, not because he did not have the courage, but because it was not worth it. However, ng Zheng would definitely not withdraw his saber because of this.
His body shifted slightly, and ng Zheng allowed the long sword to pierce through his right chest, bringing with it a spray of blood. The long blade in his hand also moved slightly to the side, heavily landing on Yuwen Sicheng's shoulder.
Yuwen Sicheng felt as if he had been struck by a giant hamr. His internal organs shifted, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His entire body felt like it was falling apart as he fell limply to the ground.
ng Zheng's long saber fell and stopped less than half a foot in front of him. The long sword was still stuck in the right side of ng Zheng's chest. From the front, only the hilt was left, and blood was dripping down the blade.
However, his figure was still so solid and steady. His blade still exuded a heart-shaking killing intent. No one dared to look directly at his eyes.
Yuwen Sicheng's entire body trembled. For the first ti in his life, he felt the fear of death.
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