4666: C4666 It Grew Colder and Colder

C4666 It Grew Colder and Colder

"Little beast, I'm going to skin you and put you on the wall as a specimen for the public to see!" the White-Haired Demonic Blade roared with rage.

When Chen Shaofeng heard this, his eyes became even colder: "Then try it, you ignorant old thing, I want to see how many moves you can block!"

The White Hair Dagger Demon's face was filled with a sinister smile, "I want to see what ability you have to block my attack!"

"Kid, although your speed is fast, it's still lacking when compared to Lord Blade!" The White-Haired Demonic Blade sneered.

"Then I'll show you who is faster!" Chen Shaofeng shouted coldly.

As he spoke, he once again used the Myriad Forms Clone.

"Swish!"

Chen Shaofeng's figure appeared more than a hundred feet away, and he once again used the fifth revolution of the Nine Heavenly Thunder, his body emitting an incomparably tyrannical pressure.

"How is this possible?!" The White Hair Devil opened his eyes wide.

"Although Lord Blade's cultivation is inferior to yours, in terms of physical strength, he is much stronger than you. Even a peak Martial Emperor might not be able to fight against me!"

The White-Haired Demonic Blade said coldly, "You little beast, just surrender. I'll give you a quick death!"

"Hehe, what a wild imagination you have!"

Hearing that, Chen Shaofeng sneered.

In the next moment, Chen Shaofeng made his move, and the silver sword in his hand swept towards the side.

The power of the primordial spirit in his body crazily surged out, condensing into two huge silver swords, and shot towards the White-Haired Demonic Blade in front of him.

"Little beast, you're courting death!" Seeing this, the White-Haired Demonic Blade couldn't help but fly into a rage as he roared.

Chen Shaofeng and the White Hair Saber Devil were engaged in an intense battle.

The two brutal attacks burst out with a dazzling light, sweeping in all directions, bringing up gusts of strong wind that caused Chen Shaofeng's robes to flutter.

The White Hair Dagger Demon's face was filled with hatred and his eyes were filled with savageness.

Although his cultivation was not as high as Chen Shaofeng's, his physical strength was much stronger than Chen Shaofeng's.

As a result, he continued to fight against Chen Shaofeng, wanting to use the strength of his body to crush Chen Shaofeng and make him submit to him.

Chen Shaofeng's cultivation was four minor realms weaker than his, so he was naturally not his match.

"Little bastard, let's see how many of my attacks you can block!" The White Hair Devil mocked.

"Your attacks are too slow, you can't hurt me at all!" Chen Shaofeng said in disdain.

"Little bastard, don't be so arrogant. I will let you know how powerful I am right away!" When the White-Haired Demonic Blade heard this, he became even more furious.

"Swish swoosh!"

He brandished the scimitar in his hand and it emitted a dense sound of air being torn apart as it crazily attacked Chen Shaofeng.

"What a fast blade!"

When Chen Shaofeng saw the scimitar that was flickering with a golden light, his face couldn't help but reveal a look of surprise.

He did not dodge, but continued to meet the attack head-on. The silver sword in his hand waved crazily, and he unleashed the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin.

The two attacks collided, and a deafening explosive sound was heard. It was a fierce collision.

"Little bastard, your cultivation is inferior to mine, yet you still dare to be so arrogant. Today, I will make you pay the price! "When the White-Haired Demonic Blade saw that Chen Shaofeng's body did not move at all, he could not help but be surprised and sneered.

He suddenly waved his arm and once again waved dozens of scimitars at Chen Shaofeng, attacking him with the sound of the air being torn apart.

Chen Shaofeng ignored him, and instead activated the power of the primordial spirit in his body. He unleashed the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin, and released ten thousand beams of sword qi, which slashed towards the White-Haired Demonic Blade in front of him.

The power of these sword qi was clearly much stronger than the White Hair Saber Devil's attacks. In the blink of an eye, the White Hair Saber Devil's attack was defeated.

Right after that, he once again used the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Sect and charged toward the White-Haired Demonic Blade.

"Dammit! This little bastard's attack is actually much stronger than mine!" Seeing this, the White-Haired Demonic Blade's expression immediately became extremely ugly.

However, he still had a trump card, which was the eighteen black flood dragons in front of him.

With a thought, a strand of golden light shot out from the tails of the eighteen black dragons, turning into eighteen giant snakes.

Eighteen giant snakes, each of them was several hundred feet long. They opened their mouths and spat out black smoke, which turned into dark clouds that covered the sky and the sun, enveloping Chen Shaofeng.

"Boom!"

When Chen Shaofeng saw the black fog that blotted out the sun, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes and laugh coldly. His heart was filled with dense killing intent.

His wrist suddenly turned and fiercely smashed towards the air in front of him.

Immediately, eighteen black blades appeared from the eighteen dark clouds and shot towards Chen Shaofeng.

These eighteen sharp blades emitted an extremely terrifying aura.

If not for the defensive Barrier formed by eighteen sharp blades, the aura of those dark clouds would definitely be able to kill Chen Shaofeng.

These dark blades were all refined by the White Hair Devil using a secret technique.

The quality of these dark blades was very high, all of them reaching the level of Holy Weapon.

Only hundreds of muffled sounds could be heard.

The giant black blades sliced through the dark clouds and turned them into tiny black crystals that disappeared without a trace.

When the White-Haired Demonic Blade saw that his trump card had been broken, his face couldn't help but reveal an angry expression as he cursed Chen Shaofeng in his heart.

"Haha, White-Haired Ghost, you only have this kind of trashy move left! You are only so-so!" Chen Shaofeng laughed out loud.

"Bastard!"

The eyes of the White-Haired Demonic Blade revealed a gloomy expression.

Following that, dozens of black sharp blades appeared in his right hand and crazily slashed towards Chen Shaofeng.

The silver sword in Chen Shaofeng's hands also swung out, releasing a dense amount of sword light, which rushed towards the black blades.

The two attacks intertwined with each other, creating a deafening buzzing sound that made people dizzy.

When the two attacks clashed, a dazzling golden light burst out and spread out in all directions, destroying all the sand and stones within a ten-meter radius.

"What kind of martial skill is this? Why haven't I seen it before?" The White-Haired Demonic Blade asked in confusion.

As soon as he finished speaking, the golden sword beam clashed with the eighteen black blades.

"Kacha, kacha...!"0

The golden sword light and the black sharp blade collided with each other, and an ear-piercing shattering sound erupted. A dazzling golden and red ball of light exploded, destroying each other in midair.

The White-Haired Demonic Blade couldn't help but reveal a solemn expression when he saw this. The martial skill that this youth used was truly too powerful. Even he, who was at the second level of the Heaven Roll, was unable to completely block it.

His body retreated once again.

"You want to run? Where do you think you're going to run to!" Chen Shaofeng's voice sounded.

His body instantly disappeared from where he stood and reappeared a hundred meters away.

Chapter 45 - The Death of a Human

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