Xuantian Wushen

Chapter 1331 Be My Slave (7)
The golden big handprint is extremely powerful. In the world manifested in it, endless stars are annihilated, rushing out in an instant, and the endless martial arts laws surged, directly blasting a big hole in the black and white that covered the sky.

Nangong Wudi's body trembled slightly, and with a move of his hand, he retracted the black cloth. His whole body was full of demonic nature, and he rushed directly, his body turned into a sword, flowing bright light, piercing the void, with a strong killing intent, and directly took Fengli's head.

Feng Li took a step forward, moved his right hand, and blasted out the Vajra Fist. A huge golden fist mark appeared, blasting through the void to meet him. He didn't reserve any strength for this punch, and he did it with all his strength.

"Boom!"

There was a roar in the void, like thunder, and the sound was terrifying. The young kings who watched the battle did not change their colors. The combat power displayed by the two was really terrifying.

"Chong!"

Nangong Invincible's divine sword pierced through and was blocked by Fengli's golden fist. It was like piercing through the divine iron, splashing a ball of sparks, and immediately there were circles of water-like power spreading around , Everything it passed turned into ashes, and the void shattered.

Nangong Wudi was bounced back, revealing his true body, Feng Li took a step back, surprised in his heart, Nangong Wudi is really powerful, even if his punch is hard hit by someone who is about to step into the peak Xuanzhu, he will be blasted into meatloaf, But it didn't hurt Nangong Wudi in the slightest.

"Zheng!"

Nangong Wudi's black hair flew up, a ray of black light flashed in his eyes, and a long sword dripping with blood appeared in his hand, exuding a terrifying murderous aura, as if it had been soaked in the blood of thousands of creatures, and he could faintly hear it. Countless mournful wailing.

Everyone was surprised, staring at the blood-dripping long sword, showing a look of horror, that kind of murderous horror, this kind of breath makes people suddenly feel as if they have fallen into the Shura hell, seeing endless bones, chills all over their bodies .

Feng Li's pupils shrank sharply, and he felt a terrifying aura from the blood-dropping long sword. Although he couldn't tell what grade it was, there was no doubt that it was a sharp weapon for harvesting life.

Nangong Wudi held a blood-dripping long sword, with black hair fluttering, standing there, with black lights flashing in his eyes, at this moment, he really looked like a reincarnated demon king.

"Martial arts, today I will infect the blood-dropping demon sword with martial blood!" Nangong Wudi raised the long sword in his hand, and drops of bright red blood dripped down, very penetrating.

Feng Li sneered, stretched out his index finger and shook it left and right, and said lightly: "You, no!"

"Roar!"

Nangong Wudi raised his head to the sky and roared, the blood-dropping demon sword pointed straight at the sky, and the blood-colored light shot up into the sky, as if it was about to pierce through the nine heavens.

"Wu Ti, your road has come to an end!"

With a squeak, the sky really burst, and the bloody light flooded everything in the sky. There was a shocking sword light, as bright as blood, as if it was really made of blood. Nose smell of blood, and there is a horrible murderous shroud.

That bloody sword energy cut across the sky, and at first glance, it seemed that it really split the sky into two halves.

(End of this chapter)