Chapter 381 Demon Race Nirvana Realm Killed
Duanmu Yunshang grabbed the Dark Marshal's Scepter and aimed it
at Zhao Wansong's head. Zhao Wansong held the broadsword in his hand horizontally to block it above his head.
The Dark Marshal's Scepter fell fiercely, and when it hit the broadsword, Zhao Wansong's palm holding the broadsword trembled, and the strong force made the ground under Zhao Wansong's feet instantly crack.
Zhao Wansong gritted his teeth and held on to the broadsword in his hand, and at the same time, he wondered in his heart.
"Why does this woman seem to get stronger every time we meet?"
Zhao Wansong and Duanmu Yunshang have fought several times.
From the first time they were evenly matched, to now Duanmu Yunshang's attacks have become difficult.
How can Zhao Wansong not be surprised?
This is mainly due to Duanmu Yunshang's Burning Heaven Sacred Body and Sun Sacred Body, both of which are extremely strong and powerful physiques. Such physiques are easier to improve in the continuous killing and fighting.
In a disguised way, it can be said that Duanmu Yunshang was able to elevate herself to the critical point of the Supreme Saint Realm and the Nirvana Realm, thanks to the pursuit of the human race and the demon race.
"You are really getting more and more useless!"
Duanmu Yunshang looked at Zhao Wansong's trembling arms, laughed sarcastically, and took back the Dark Marshal's Scepter in his hand and smashed it again.
"Bang!"
A crisp collision sound rang out at the junction of the Dark Marshal's Scepter and the broadsword in Zhao Wansong's hand.
After being hit hard again, Zhao Wansong's trembling hands finally couldn't hold the broadsword. After a "bang" sound, the broadsword fell to the ground powerlessly.
Zhao Wansong wanted to reach out and pick up the sword, but his shaking hands prevented him from touching the weapon. With
just one blow, he knocked out Zhao Wansong, the strongest of the group. Duanmu Yunshang's fighting ability once again shocked the audience.
Dong He, who was standing next to Zhao Wansong, saw Duanmu Yunshang so brave and began to retreat quietly.
Duanmu Yunshang naturally noticed Dong He's little move, and raised the Dark Marshal's Scepter in his hand again, pointing it at Dong He.
"You treacherous villain, go to hell!"
Without giving Dong He any chance to defend himself, Duanmu Yunshang angrily dropped the Dark Marshal's Scepter in his hand.
Dong He looked at the Dark Marshal's Staff with horror in his eyes, but just as his lips opened and before he could make any sound, the Dark Marshal's Staff had already hit him on the head.
A scene like a watermelon bursting apart exploded on Dong He's head. The Dark Marshal's Staff flashed with light, and all the white and red were bounced away. Dong He's headless body slowly fell down, which shocked all the villagers of Moya Village.
"Senior Duanmu, please spare our lives. We don't know what the village chief did. Please let us go."
After a brief shock, the villagers knelt on both sides of the road and cried for mercy.
Duanmu Yunshang ignored these villagers. With the physique of a god of war, she disdained to kill innocent people. Even though she knew that none of these villagers were innocent, she still disdained to take action.
After beating Dong He to death, Duanmu Yunshang raised the Dark Marshal's Scepter again, and her cold eyes swept over Zhao Wansong and other powerful demons one by one.
All the powerful demons who had eye contact with Duanmu Yunshang lowered their heads.
"Huh?"
Just as Duanmu Yunshang was about to take action to get rid of these people, she found out through her holy thoughts that one of the demon monks was fiddling with the communication spirit bead with his hands behind his back.
"Stop it!"
Duanmu Yunshang shouted, and the Dark Marshal's Scepter hit the demon monk.
Unfortunately, it was too late. Looking at Duanmu Yunshang who was trying to kill him, the demon monk showed a crazy smile: "Even if you kill us all, the Fengcheng Patriarch will avenge us. Haha, human ascender, you just wait for the revenge of my demon clan."
Under the laughter of the demon monk, Duanmu Yunshang's dark commander's scepter hit him in front of him and directly penetrated his body.
The loss of vitality made this person's face gradually turn pale until it was as pale as paper.
When the last trace of life breath flowed away, the demon monk fell down with madness in his eyes.
The death of his companions aroused the fighting spirit of the demon monks.
At this moment, the bloodthirsty and belligerent characteristics of the demon clan were aroused.
Even though they knew that all these masters combined were no match for Duanmu Yunshang, they still took out their weapons and bravely rushed towards Duanmu Yunshang.
At this moment, the Hades Marshal's scepter turned into the sickle of death.
Every swing would take the life of a demon cultivator.
Even a Saint Realm expert could not last more than two or three rounds in the hands of Duanmu Yunshang.
Lights flickered in the sky.
From time to time, a colorful light would end.
The demon brigade of twenty or thirty members fell from the sky one after another.
The Burning Heaven Sacred Body and the Sun Sacred Body made Duanmu Yunshang more powerful in the battle.
Duanmu Yunshang, who became more and more courageous in the battle, madly harvested the lives of the demon brigade.
Seeing that only the last Zhao Wansong was left.
Duanmu Yunshang's fiery eyes flashed with murderous intent.
Zhao Wansong, who had already picked up the long sword on the ground, gritted his teeth. After staring at Duanmu Yunshang for a few seconds, he rushed forward with the sword in his hand, unable to bear the mental pressure.
"Break it for me!"
Duanmu Yunshang shouted angrily, and the Dark Marshal's scepter with destructive power hit Zhao Wansong.
The Dark Marshal's scepter was swung rapidly, leaving afterimages all over the sky.
Just as the Dark Marshal's scepter landed on Zhao Wansong's sword, countless afterimages began to overlap again, one after another merging into the attack point, making Duanmu Yunshang's attack like a wave, one after another.
Just as the last afterimage merged into the Dark Marshal's Staff, Zhao Wansong finally couldn't resist the violent attack, the sword in his hand fell off, and a mouthful of blood gushed out to the sky.
The bright red blood turned into blood mist dancing in the air, Zhao Wansong was shrouded in the blood mist, and his breath became extremely weak.
It seemed that only one last blow would be enough to completely kill Zhao Wansong.
But just when Duanmu Yunshang was about to swing the Dark Marshal's Staff to kill him,
a figure suddenly appeared and blocked between Duanmu Yunshang and Zhao Wansong.
"Senior Leng Tianjue!"
Zhao Wansong was overjoyed when he saw the newcomer. Although he only showed his back, he still recognized the newcomer's identity at a glance.
Duanmu Yunshang frowned and carefully looked at the powerful man who had just arrived.
Under his cold eyes, his hooked nose spewed out angry cold air, and the twisting corners of his mouth seemed to show the anger in his heart.
Leng Tianjue never thought that after he rushed here as soon as he received the news, so many masters of his own demon clan were killed.
"Little girl, you are really good at it. You killed so many cultivators of my demon clan with your own strength."
As Leng Tianjue spoke, veins on his forehead bulged, and a cold murderous intent burst out, locking Duanmu Yunshang firmly.
Stuck in Leng Tianjue's murderous intent, Duanmu Yunshang took a deep breath to calm her shock, but did not make any other moves.
At this moment, Duanmu Yunshang knew that if she made the slightest move, she would be immediately attacked by Leng Tianjue.
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