amaotonovel Chapter 937
Chapter 937
"In that case, we have no choice but to fight."
A hint of determination flashed in the Saint's eyes, and he was ready for battle.
Han Changkong smiled disdainfully:
"Just you? You should call out the Demon Clan's Saints as well, so I don't have to deal with them one by one."
As soon as the words fell, a voice came from the Nine Nether Hell:
"No need to shout, the old man is already here."
In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, and the wind and clouds surged, as if the whole world was trembling at this shocking showdown.
Han Changkong stood proudly, his posture as tall and straight as a towering peak, with a cold light flashing in his eyes, just like bright stars falling into the underworld. Endless pressure spread out in all directions with him as the center.
In such a desperate situation, his hands danced rapidly, the complexity of the seals and the speed were so fast that it was hard to keep up. Every time his fingers crossed, the surrounding divine power surged wildly, making a sharp whistling sound.
Following Han Changkong's loud shout, Yumo and Xiaoqiao responded and in an instant, the light was shining brightly, as if two scorching suns appeared from the sky.
The Jade Ink Sword shook violently, and the sound of a dragon's roar resounded throughout the world. In the sound of the sword, there seemed to be the roar of an ancient mythical beast, and it was as if a war drum that had been sealed for millions of years was suddenly struck.
Runes gushed out from the sword, densely packed and shining with gold and silver light. Each rune was like an independent little world, containing endless mysteries and power.
In a flash, the jade ink sword swelled up in the wind, and in the blink of an eye it became dozens of feet long, just like a dragon that reached the sky and the earth, carrying a majestic sword energy that was enough to shatter the galaxy, sweeping towards the Holy Lord of the God Clan.
When the Holy Lord of the God Clan saw the situation, his expression suddenly changed, but he was not willing to be outdone.
He suddenly raised his head and roared, the sound waves rolling, shaking the surrounding void and causing ripples, as if to tear a hole in the sky and earth.
Then, his hands spun rapidly like windmills, and golden divine power surged out of his body like a surging tide, and instantly condensed into a rock-solid golden light curtain in front of him.
Above this light curtain, divine patterns are intricately interwoven. Each divine pattern is like a lively golden dragon, winding and swimming, emitting a sacred and majestic aura, as if to keep out all evil and offense in the world.
Yu Mo's sword energy slashed fiercely on the golden light curtain. For a moment, it seemed as if thousands of stars collided at the same time. The light was so bright that it was impossible to look directly at it.
At the point of collision, the space was like fragile thin paper, being torn apart in an instant. Black space cracks spread wantonly, like the mouth of a ferocious beast, devouring everything around.
Every collision between the sword energy and the light curtain caused a deafening roar. The sound seemed to come from the roar of ancient times, making the heaven and earth pale in comparison.
At the same time, the small flying sword turned into a faint light and disappeared from the spot in an instant, as if it had never appeared.
The Demon God Saint was shocked, his scalp numbed, and he felt a chill running from the soles of his feet to his forehead.
He hurriedly mobilized all his magic power, and his body was instantly enveloped by an extremely strange black halo. The halo was like a sticky black swamp, emitting a disgusting smell.
His eyes were wide open, as if his eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets. He stared around intently, not missing any movement. Every hair on his body stood up, like a frightened hedgehog, his whole body on alert.
In the blink of an eye, the small flying sword seemed to have crossed the boundaries of time and space, and appeared behind the Demon God Saint like a ghost.
It didn't stop at all, and with the determination to kill, it pierced the back of the heart like a black lightning.
The Demon God Saint turned around hastily, swung the magic spear in his hand, and with a loud bang, it was as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was splitting, shaking the surrounding mountains to the point of collapse.
Amidst the flying sparks, the small flying sword was shaken and flew backwards, drawing a long arc in the air. The sword body hummed as if it was groaning in pain.