4668: C4668 What Sort of Means

C4668 What Sort of Means

The chaotic true essence turned into tiny black figures the size of fists, black as ink, and charged toward the White-Haired Demonic Blade in the air.

Fear appeared on the White-Haired Demonic Blade's face.

His heart was filled with shock. What kind of technique was this?!

Each of these fist-sized black humanoids had the battle prowess of a half-step God Realm!

Moreover, these little black men were not purely made up of the power of darkness. They contained a powerful destructive power, and if he was hit by them, even he would die.

Run! The White-Haired Demonic Blade turned around and ran without even thinking about it.

He knew that it would be hard for him to survive if he stayed.

Seeing that, Chen Shaofeng sneered. He did not chase after the White Hair Devil, but instead rushed towards other places.

The threat of these small black men was nothing to worry about!

What he wanted to kill was the White-Haired Demonic Blade. After killing it, these little black men would collapse on their own.

The White-Haired Blade Demon's face was filled with hatred as he watched Chen Shaofeng rush in another direction.

However, he had no other choice.

He could only continue to activate thousands of black iron wires to wrap around Chen Shaofeng.

Chen Shaofeng's speed was fast to the extreme, drawing out several afterimages in the air.

Although the black metal wires were very fast, they were not as fast as Chen Shaofeng.

He waved the silver sword in front of him continuously, and the thousands of black iron wires broke one after another.

"Ah!"

The White-Haired Demonic Blade couldn't help but scream out in pain, and his face became paler and paler.

He didn't expect that this little bastard would be able to cut off thousands of black metal wires, and even heavily injure his soul.

His eyes revealed a deep sense of panic as he rushed towards Chen Shaofeng.

The silver sword in Chen Shaofeng's hand danced faster and faster, quickly attacking the White Hair Devil.

In the blink of an eye, his body had appeared in front of the White-Haired Blade Devil, and the silver sword in his hand fiercely slashed out.

"Ah ..."

A miserable scream sounded out. Five to six huge bloody wounds had appeared on the head and chest of the White-Haired Demonic Blade.

His primordial spirit had been forced out of the wound by Chen Shaofeng.

The White-Haired Devil's face was filled with despair. He never thought that Chen Shaofeng would actually have such powerful strength!

"Little bastard, we admit defeat, and we will spare your life!" The White Hair Blade Devil's primordial spirit pleaded with Chen Shaofeng.

The corner of Chen Shaofeng's mouth rose as he sneered: "It's too late! Today, I will destroy your soul! "

"How dare you!" A strong look of fear appeared on the face of the White Hair Dagger Demon. He had already been completely subdued by Chen Shaofeng's strength, and did not want to die!

"You'll know whether I dare or not later!" The corner of Chen Shaofeng's mouth raised as he sneered.

Following that, he did not waste any more time and unleashed the third move of the Thunder Sword Technique, the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Sword Technique.

The silver sword gave off a dazzling silver light, as if there were nine giant stars floating in the air, giving off a terrifying aura of lightning.

Nine extremely thick purple-red lightning bolts slashed toward the White-Haired Demonic Blade's Yuan Shen.

The power contained within the nine giant bolts of silver lightning made even the White-Haired Blade Demon's Yuan Shen feel fear.

He didn't dare to be slow. He quickly used his power to condense a giant black hammer that was several hundred thousand feet long to block the lightning.

"Bang!"

The nine bolts of silver lightning violently collided with the black large hammer, and emitted a deafening sound.

"Roar..."

The White-Haired Demonic Blade's Yuan Shen could not help but let out a sharp roar.

The giant black hammer that his Yuan Shen had transformed into had already lost its luster. Its surface was covered with cracks.

His body was trembling violently.

"Little bastard, I'll fight you to the death!" The White-Haired Demonic Blade roared in extreme madness.

He wanted to burn the Blood Essence to increase his own strength.

Chen Shaofeng sneered, and said disdainfully: "You want to fight with me with your life on the line?"

The black balls of light in his body once again surged out crazily, enveloping his entire body.

The screams of the White-Haired Demonic Blade continued to ring out. His physical body had been severely injured by the lightning strikes, and his Yuan Spirit had also been severely injured.

Chen Shaofeng looked at the White Hair Saber Devil who was on the verge of collapse. The silver sword in his hand once again danced, turning into nine thick silver lights that rushed towards the White Hair Saber Devil.

At this moment, the White-Haired Demonic Blade had already thought of retreating. He knew that he had already lost, and there was no possibility of him fighting anymore.

He was not willing to die just like that.

His Essence Spirit wanted to enter the spatial crack and find a new opportunity.

As long as he escaped into the spatial crack, he would be able to escape. He only needed a hundred years of recuperation before he could regain his peak strength.

"Little bastard, please let me go. I promise that from now on, I will give you whatever you want!" The White-Haired Demonic Blade's primordial spirit pleaded.

"Let you go? Hehe ..." Hearing that, Chen Shaofeng sneered.

He was not so kind.

If the White Hair Saber Devil could really be obedient, then he would not have wanted to kill him back then.

Now, he wanted to kill him. How could he not kill such a man?

Besides, he didn't need to show mercy to such a man. All he needed to do was to kill the man decisively!

"Little bastard, are you really going to kill me?" The White-Haired Demonic Blade's face revealed a look of despair.

"Haha, didn't you say that you want revenge? I'll give you a chance!" Chen Shaofeng said coldly.

"You ..." The White Hair Dagger Demon's eyes flashed with hatred, but there was nothing he could do.

He had already lost the ability to resist, and now he could only hope that Chen Shaofeng would show mercy.2

"I've said it before, I want to eliminate the root of the problem today!" Chen Shaofeng's voice was incomparably ice-cold.

"Ah ...!"

Immediately afterwards, the primordial spirit of the White-Haired Demonic Blade was killed by Chen Shaofeng.

After taking care of the White-Haired Demonic Blade, Chen Shaofeng took his storage ring, the huge black axe, and the Universe Pouch. His goal was the last two Black-Haired Demonic Blades.

When the two black clothed saber demons saw that their leader had been killed, they knew that they would not be able to escape their misfortune today.

Their eyes were filled with unwillingness.

They thought about it. They were at the fourth level of the Supreme God Realm. How could they die so easily?

"Brat, you are truly bold. You dared to kill our leader. You are going to die today!" The man's eyes were filled with killing intent.

"Humph, the two of you must die today!" Chen Shaofeng snorted in disdain.

"Arrogant brat, we are from the Sacred Emperor Sect. If you dare to kill us, our Sacred Emperor Sect's army will definitely flatten your Azure Flame City!" The other man said in a deep voice.

Chapter 3 - Kill!

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