Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 679 Fire Wings
Dark clouds obscured the moon, plunging the world into complete darkness.

The battle raged on in the distance, while those nearby gazed at the two bright red lines of fire.

A human, dragging a semi-divine flaming greatsword in both hands, ran forward.

To the demigod Sword of Innocence, the Flaming Greatsword was merely a pair of high-grade demigod artifact longswords.

But in Zhou Leng's hands, the two-and-a-half-meter-long giant sword resembled two blazing doors.

Some of the demons looked puzzled.

That's a demigod's weapon. The fire and demonic power on it would be difficult for even a demon grandmaster, let alone a human grandmaster, to wield it; they would inevitably be burned.

This human was actually able to suppress the power of the flaming greatsword and use it for his own purposes.

Ahead, a large contingent of over twenty masters, composed of giant insects, demons, siren, and orcs, approached Zhou Leng.

The team was led by three Grandmasters, and the rest were all mid-level or high-level, with no weaklings among them.

Despite facing so many grandmasters, they remained vigilant and prepared, unleashing their full power in every attack.

The moment the two clashed, Zhou Leng stomped his feet on the ground.

The speed increased by Mach 1 again.

The attacks of the Demon Master, except for a few curse spells, all missed their mark.

An increase of one time the speed of sound exceeds the reaction limits of even the most master-level experts.

Zhou Leng brandished his flaming greatsword and spun around rapidly several times.

The crimson flames suddenly lengthened, transforming into a flame blade several meters long, which spun and drew a huge circle in the night.

A fiery blade, a waltz, tearing through the night, slicing through monsters.

The master's severed limbs flew everywhere.

In the blink of an eye, Zhou Leng continued to rush forward, dragging the two giant swords.

Two lines of fire continued to extend across the ground.

At the break behind the fire line, a ring of blood and flesh spread out.

The monsters were bewildered, unable to tell whether the mysterious human was stronger or the two and a half divine artifacts were stronger.

The subordinates of the Sword of Innocence silently stopped, abandoning their pursuit or attempt to stop him.

These two swords were the beloved possessions of the Sword of Innocence, and even among the semi-divine artifacts of the eighteen levels of the Demonic Prison, they would rank highly.

They seemed to see the Sword of Innocence descend upon this place, slaughtering their own demons.

"Stop him! This is a military order!" Commander, a duke with four faces, gave the order.

Monsters from all over rushed over.

The monsters behind couldn't catch up, while hordes of monsters surged forward from the front.

The other monsters were cautious, but the giant insect monsters, like fearless puppets, surged in like a sea.

Zhou Leng raised the flaming greatsword with both hands, and crimson flames surged forth, spreading out like wings.

Its power penetrates the void, changing the world.

Zhou Leng changed from taking large steps to small steps, his whole body becoming a blur as he continued forward.

With each step taken, the enormous reaction force is redirected to the front.

By combining the power of his body with that of the flaming greatsword, he continuously radiated outwards in layers of blade-like power within a radius of several meters, centered on himself.

Zhou Leng neither dodged nor avoided, but went straight forward.

All the monsters in front, once they get within twenty meters, feel as if they are being sliced ​​into layers by a high-speed steel wire.

Hordes of monsters surged forward, falling in droves.

The unfurled flaming greatsword resembled the wings of a phoenix, leaving corpses strewn everywhere it passed.

Occasionally, a master might try to stop it, but if they hesitate even slightly, they lose their chance and can only sigh from behind.

Within the main camp, several demigod clones gathered.

A red-robed saintly demigod's avatar floated up, its eyes white, its hands outstretched to form a giant cross.

The wind howled and thunder roared.

A massive ball of lightning, over a hundred meters in diameter, appeared in the distance, descended from the sky, and crashed down on Zhou Leng's location with a deafening roar.

Blue lightning waves and white shockwaves exploded, and all the monsters within a radius of hundreds of meters either had their flesh melted away, were blasted into charcoal by the lightning, or were torn apart by the shockwave.

With a single strike, tens of thousands of demons perished here.

The moment the light faded, the person who seemed to be covered in fiery wings was still running.

The terrifying divine lightning, equivalent to a Grandmaster King's full-force attack, failed to cause him the slightest damage.

Ordinary people can't see it, but demigod avatars and grandmasters can see it clearly.

The moment the lightning ball exploded, an invisible force field appeared around the mysterious martial artist.

The divine lightning was very powerful, but it could only reach a meter away from him and could not touch his body.

The demigod clones looked at each other.

Their strength is at the Grandmaster level, but their knowledge far surpasses that of a Grandmaster, and they possess the memories of a demigod.

"This human is either a martial saint in disguise, or a martial saint clone."

"This is the demigod power unique to the Martial Saint, the Martial Domain."

"No, it's not the Martial Domain, it's the ultimate power that penetrates the void and celestial phenomena that accompany you, the mastery of the void."

"Isn't it still just a beginner-level Martial Domain?"

The newly promoted Martial Saint's power to penetrate the void will be greatly enhanced, a skill known as Void Mastery.

The next step in mastering the void is the Martial Domain.

However, the alien demigods did not know much about this power and generally referred to it as the Martial Domain.

The demonic demigod clones looked for a while longer, but still couldn't be sure.

“He doesn’t seem like a demigod. His control over his power fluctuates greatly. No martial saint or demigod can control their power so much.”

"It doesn't really look like a demigod's clone either."

"Let's find an opportunity to make a joint move and test its worth."

"However, this person's body is extraordinary, far stronger than that of humans, even martial saints."

"Could it be a dragon or a giant in disguise?" "Very likely, after all, the top grandmasters of giants and dragons have the record of tearing apart newly promoted demigods."

"The true form of the Sword of Innocence is probably roaring in its palace. A small mistake has caused it to lose one of its clones."

The demon demigod's clones laugh, while the other demons suffer setbacks; it's always a source of amusement.

They watched helplessly as Zhou Leng killed countless demons along the way, but he didn't care at all.

For demigods, the primary enemy is the other demigods surrounding their territory.

The secondary enemy is the lord of the plane in which they reside.

The next major enemy is other demigods and demons.

As for humans, they don't even rank in the top five of the enemy list.

If it weren't for the Heavenly Calamity Envoy speaking up, their main bodies would never have sent their clones.

As more and more monsters died, more and more eyes in the monster camp turned to this place.

Including a demigod-like giant worm in the sky.

A demigod-like giant insect suddenly opened its mouth and spat out green liquid, seemingly by accident, and swept past the demigod treant.

A small clump transformed into a toxic rain covering a radius of 500 meters, falling towards Zhou Leng.

Seeing this, even the demigod clones who originally didn't care about the Demon's Fate all had a flicker of interest.

That is true demigod power; once poisoned, anyone below the demigod level will surely die.

Just as the poisonous rain was about to fall on him, countless green leaves appeared above Zhou Leng, layer upon layer, like thick clouds, catching all the poisonous rain.

Then, the leaves trembled, scattering the venom to both sides, which landed among the monster army.

The ground was filled with the pitiful howls of monsters, but within seconds, the monsters that touched the poisonous rain turned into pus, leaving no trace.

The treant demigod intervened to help Zhou Leng.

Others might not recognize Zhou Leng, but they could clearly sense the aura of the Ancient Crown.

The treant demigod was prepared from the moment Zhou Leng appeared.

The demigod worms hissed softly, no longer targeting the warrior. If they attacked again, the treant demigod would surely attack other demons below the demigod level.

Some of the demon masters were not convinced and continued to fight.

But no matter how many monsters come, they will die.

Before long, Zhou Leng broke through the monster's line and reached the front line.

There, the Tiger Bear Grandmaster team was surrounded by a dense horde of demonic Grandmasters.

As soon as Zhou Leng approached, a large number of demon masters turned tail and ran.

Not to mention that this person moved through the land as if it were empty, the mere fact that he carried the Sword of Innocence alone was enough to scare away most demons.

The remaining, less intelligent siren masters, orc masters, and giant insect masters split up and attacked Zhou Leng.

This time, the density of monster masters far exceeds that of before.

They were all mobilized from various parties, ready to devour the Tiger and Bear team in one fell swoop.

More than two hundred grandmasters rushed over.

"You'd better leave quickly!" Chen Shouhu shouted.

The human grandmasters were getting anxious. Wang Songjuesi, the first grandmaster on the Treeman Battlefield, killed hundreds of grandmasters in a single day, instead of fighting against more than two hundred grandmasters at the same time.

Even someone as strong as Song Juesi had to leave the battlefield to recuperate after several major battles.

Every master is a mountain.

When you collide with a mountain, you have to withstand its recoil.

As soon as Chen Shouhu finished speaking, Zhou Leng spun rapidly, brandishing his flaming greatsword, and charged into the group of Grandmasters.

call……

The greatsword spewed flames, extending outwards, extending further, and rotating.

The extended sword shadow spun at high speed, forming a fiery halo with a diameter of fifty meters, like a meat grinder spinning.

Giant Insect Master, slay.

Orc Grandmaster, broken.

Sea Siren Master, Crack.

Except for a few grandmasters who possessed protective semi-divine artifacts and escaped death after being knocked away.

All the other grandmasters were like moths drawn to a flame, burning along with the sword.

Zhou Leng didn't know how many times he spun around at high speed, but he could no longer feel the force on the greatsword, so he stopped.

The two blazing swords, like fiery wings, slowly lowered.

Looking back, the ground was covered in rubble.

Only a few grandmasters with protective semi-divine artifacts fled like frightened birds to the demon camp without looking back.

Turning around, the encirclement ahead had ended.

The dozens of demon masters surrounding Hu and Xiong fled at full speed.

Including fearless giant insects.

Chen Shouhu, Wang Boxiong, and more than a dozen other grandmasters stood there, unsure of what to do with their hands.

Chen Shouhu clasped his hands in a fist and asked, "May I ask who you are, senior?"

Zhou Leng didn't answer. He looked around, then raised his flaming greatsword again and charged towards the other fronts.

Tiger and Bear looked at each other. Chen Shouhu said, "Forget it, let's go back. Unless a demigod takes action personally, or a large number of demigod clones join forces, we can't stop him."

The group of masters were somewhat discouraged, yet also curious, and kept turning back to look at the man as they walked.

"Who exactly is this person? He looks like a martial artist, but he just keeps wielding a flaming greatsword without any moves or any discernible style."

"It can't be a martial artist. You felt his body? That texture is something no human can have. Even a martial saint's body isn't as strong as his."

"The key point is that he didn't use any internal energy from beginning to end."

"Could it be Zhou Leng?"

“No, Zhou Leng is still cultivating in the tree. Besides, his body can’t possibly be that strong. I touched him during the Xiongjing seminar.” Chen Shouhu said.

(End of this chapter)