Nine Regions Sword Emperor

Chapter 2246 Night Demon Lord

"Little guy, I know the origin of this seat. If so, there is no need to talk nonsense.
When Ye Mohou heard Kunxu Titian calling out his name, his face showed a bit of pride, he looked at Chu Fengmian and Kunxu Titian, and said in a cold voice.

"Hand over the inheritance of the Sword Sect, and I can give you a happy time."

Ye Mohou's hands were stained with countless blood, and there were not a hundred or eighty immortals who died in his hands, watching Chu Fengmian and Kunxu stabbing the sky.

An immortal general, a half-step celestial and human warrior, was not in his eyes at all. To him, as long as the inheritance of the sword sect was in the hands of Chu Fengmian and the others, it would be within his reach.

"Oh? It's nothing more than an old devil in the realm of the Fairy Hou, dare to be arrogant in front of me?"

Listening to Ye Mohou's words, Chu Fengmian sneered with murderous intent in his eyes.

"Junior looking for death?"

Ye Mohou gave a cold shout, and the moment he heard Chu Fengmian's words, he immediately shot, and suddenly struck Chu Fengmian with his palm.

In the palm of this palm, there is boundless killing intent, and it is even more stained with bloody power. The blood mist, all condensed into demon blood, turned into a big hand of demon blood.

The demonic blood contained in it has the power to corrode everything, even warriors and demon gods of the same realm cannot resist the erosion of this demonic blood.

"Magic blood handprint! This is one of Ye Mohou's most vicious killing moves!"

Watching Ye Mohou make a move, some warriors beside him already recognized the origin of this move, and said softly.

"In order to practice this big handprint of demonic blood, Ye Mohou slaughtered hundreds of sects and hundreds of millions of living beings. When slaughtering those living beings, he demonized the blood on their bodies and transformed them into demonic blood. Only then did such a big hand of demonic blood come out!"

"In order to condense such a big hand of demon blood, did you slaughter hundreds of sects?"

Hearing such words, some warriors were stunned.

Although the hands of all the strong men present were stained with a lot of blood, the act of slaughtering hundreds of sects directly in order to practice an immortal technique like Ye Mohou still makes people shudder.

When many people looked at this big demonic blood hand, their eyes showed a bit of fear. The demonic blood of hundreds of millions of living beings were all condensed into such a demonic bloody hand. The power contained in it was extremely terrifying.

This move alone has made Ye Mohou a great reputation.

There were at least two of the immortal masters who died under this move of the Demon Blood Great Handprint. Even warriors and demon gods of the same realm did not dare to resist this move.

"This Night Demon Marquis is ruthless enough, but he doesn't intend to leave any life for these two boys."

Some warriors looked at Chu Fengmian and Kunxu Tietian. In their eyes, both Chu Fengmian and Kunxu Citian were already dead.

Once this big blood-colored handprint is made, even warriors and demon gods of the same realm will be hard to resist, let alone Chu Fengmian.

"Die!"

Ye Mohou sneered coldly, and the big handprint of the devil's blood bombarded down in the air, and the palm bombarded down, the sound of thunder resounded, and it contained boundless power. The pure power of this palm alone has reached an incomparably tyrannical the point.

What's more, it also contains the devil blood that destroys everything.

"Compete with me for strength? Battle Dragon's Claw!"

Chu Fengmian watched the large demonic blood handprint urged by the Night Demon Marquis strike down in the air, his eyes showed a bit of coldness, and he let out a long cry.

Suddenly, right behind Chu Fengmian, a roar of dragon roar resounded, and a gigantic dragon claw condensed from the top of Chu Fengmian's head. and go.

"Hard resistance?"

"Isn't this kid crazy? This big devil's blood handprint, under hard resistance, will definitely be directly destroyed by the devil's blood in it."

Seeing Chu Fengmian's actions, many warriors and demon gods shook their heads. In their eyes, what Chu Fengmian is doing now is an act of overestimating one's capabilities.

Forcibly resisting the big handprint of the devil's blood, not to mention the difference in its own strength, but once it is contaminated with the devil's blood alone, it will fall into a situation beyond redemption.

If Chu Fengmian escaped, in their opinion, there might still be a glimmer of hope.

But if he resisted now, Chu Fengmian would definitely die.

When Ye Mohou saw Chu Fengmian's plan to resist, his eyes showed a bit of disdain. In his eyes, Chu Fengmian would become a dead person in the next moment.

But in front of the two palms, at the moment when they collided in the air.

Ye Mohou's expression suddenly changed drastically, as if he had sensed something that he could never have imagined.

Not just Nightmare.

The other warriors and demon gods present all stared at the scene in front of them, and suddenly froze.

The scene in front of them was beyond their imagination.

At the moment when the two palms collided, the big handprint of the demonic blood condensed by the Lord of the Night collapsed and shattered. The collision of the two palms separated the opponent in an instant.

The magic blood handprint was instantly blown up.

The devil's blood in it covered Chu Fengmian's Zhanlong's Claw, eroding crazily, but it couldn't cause a little damage to Zhanlong's Claw.

On the contrary, it was this group of demonic blood, trembling under the suppression of Longwei.

Such a scene is beyond anyone's imagination.

Ye Mohou has a great reputation, but he didn't know how many strong men he killed before he fought it. No one would doubt Ye Mohou's strength.

His big magic blood handprint move can destroy a sect with one move, but now he was directly blown away by Chu Fengmian Zhanlong's Claw.

No one, not even Ye Mohou himself, could have imagined this scene.

He immediately came to his senses, gathered his strength again, and wanted to strike again in the palm of his hand, but Chu Fengmian's speed was much faster than his, and Chu Fengmian shot in an instant.

"With this little strength, this little magic skill, dare to come and kill me?"

Chu Fengmian gave a cold drink.

His figure turned into a ray of light, and he came to Ye Mohou in an instant, and punched out with a bang.

The power of this punch contains the power of the ancestor's nine moves.

Now Chu Fengmian's comprehension of the ancestor's nine styles is no longer limited to actions. Whether it is boxing, palm, or swordsmanship, he can perfectly display the essence of them.

Just like the ancestor Tianlong, no matter how he strikes, what he unleashes is the strongest. Although Chu Fengmian can't reach the level of the ancestor Tianlong now, he is close to such a level.

boom!
Rolling dragon power emerges from Chu Fengmian's side, and all of them are condensed into dragon shadows. Chu Fengmian is in the center of Wanlong, like a high-ranking Dragon Emperor, and Wanlong pays homage to him.

(End of this chapter)