Devouring Sword God

Chapter 555
The change in Yi Xiaoyao's breath at this moment, Huang Tu who was attacking, saw it completely, and was slightly surprised in his heart.

At the same time, what Yi Xiaoyao said next enraged Huang Tu even more.

"Next, I will let you know who is the trash!"

The next moment, the person's dark green arms became thicker and more violent, and even faintly exuded a shocking evil aura.

"The ink demon is dead!"

As soon as the words fell, Huang Tu's dark green giant palm was even more terrifying than before, and at the same time, a strange light beam shot out from the palm, tearing the sky and covering Yi Xiaoyao in an instant.

Yi Xiaoyao looked at the rapidly enlarged beam of light in the eyes of the eyes, and his face became more serious, obviously aware of the horror of the opponent's attack.

But at this moment, after activating the Soul Burning Forbidden Technique, he immediately drew his sword out again, and all the energy of life around him that he had absorbed from the True Mysteries of Desolation gathered on the edge of the sword, faintly forming a giant sword of blue light.

"Great Desolation Sword!"

With a shocking sword, it slashed out across the sky, and the aura of desolation attached to the blade was like a spear piercing the sky, directly meeting the terrifying dark green beam of light.

"Fizz!"

The scalp-numbing sound suddenly entered everyone's ears, and many people were even shocked by the piercing magic sound so that their ears bleed, but they didn't care about it at all, but all stared at the Two figures on the battle platform.

I saw that under Yi Xiaoyao's sword, he cut Huang Tu's strange magic light in half in an instant.

Not only that, but the sword light was submerged in the dark green giant arm painted in yellow for an instant, and pierced out from the other side in the next instant.

"puff!"

There was a sound of blood splattering, and then everyone saw in astonishment that the terrible yellow arm was thrown down powerlessly!

"what!!"

A shrill scream sounded, and Huang Tu's hair became disheveled in the spray of blood mist, and he was no longer as arrogant and arrogant as before.

Everyone who saw this scene was shocked.

"What? This Yi Xiaoyao, why did he suddenly become so strong?"

"He actually cut off one of Huang Tu's arms with a sword!"

"It seems that Yi Xiaoyao's ability is far more than what we have seen before, but Huang Tu, the strongest Tianjiao of the Yunlan faction, should not stop there..."

"Now, it's a bit interesting."

There were bursts of uproar in this space, and after this, everyone had changed their views on Yi Xiaoyao from not being very optimistic about it before.

Sure enough, as everyone expected, Huang Tu in the blood mist suddenly stopped screaming, and then let out a roar full of killing intent, it seemed that he had no intention of admitting defeat.

"You, dare to break my arm!"

The blood mist began to shrink rapidly, as if being absorbed into the body by Huang Tu in it, Huang Tu's furious roar came out from the fading blood color.

Yi Xiaoyao's gaze was fixed on the blood mist in front of him, the seriousness in his eyes increased instead of fading, and a sense of uneasiness was born in his heart.

However, his aura was not weak at all. Hearing the roar of the other party, he immediately smiled coldly: "So what if you break your arm, and I will take your life next time!"

I don't know if it was stimulated by these words or why, I saw that Huang Tu's entire body in the blood mist began to become dark.

"Use my blood to transform the body of an ink demon!"

The majestic black light crazily converged on Huang Tu's body, and in an instant, his body suddenly turned into the dark green color of his arm before.

At the same time, there was a strange phantom of black color, which appeared behind Huang Tu. In that phantom, there was an endless and shrill sound resounding, like the roar of ten thousand demons.

At this very moment, the sky was filled with black light, covering the sky and the sun, as if the end of the world had come.

"The body of the Momo...could it be the spiritual skill left by the vicious old Momo hundreds of years ago?"

Finally, on those light chairs around the battle stage, the dignitaries of the various forces finally couldn't help being moved. Obviously, they had all heard the name of that Momo.

"The old man Mo Mo was very famous back then. It is said that he was killed by Emperor Qing for his many evil deeds, and he failed to leave any heirs. I didn't expect that the disciples of your Yunlan sect would get the inheritance of Mo Mo?"

In the figure on the light chair, the head of the Tianya Sword Sect opened his mouth lightly, and asked intentionally or not to the head of the Yunlan Sect beside him.

The big figures on the other light chairs also cast meaningful glances. After all, this is a battle for the position of the Qing Emperor, and the old man Momo has a very bad reputation. Some bad influences.

"Although Old Man Mo Mo has a bad reputation, the strength of his inheritance cannot be denied."

The master of the Yunlan Sect looked unhappy at the moment, he explained a few words casually, and then snorted coldly: "Originally, I wanted Huang Tu to use this technique at the last moment, but I didn't expect that because of Yi Xiaoyao, he would be exposed in advance. If you came out, you are lucky, otherwise, if your disciples want to play Huang Tu, they will definitely pay a heavy price for this technique."

Hearing the words, the big figures from other forces explained with a chuckle indifferently. Although the power of the ink demon body that Huang Tu used at this moment cannot be underestimated, who among their disciples does not have such a means of suppressing the bottom of the box?
"Although I can't agree with Sect Master Yunlan's words, there is no doubt that Yi Xiaoyao will die next time." The Sect Master of Tianya Sword Sect smiled lightly.

Sect Master Yun Lan didn't feel the slightest bit happy because of this sentence, he snorted coldly: "Unlucky things, death is not a pity!"

And just as these big figures were talking, the aura erupting from Huang Tu in the center of the battle platform had reached a peak peak at this moment. The evil aura that Yi Xiaoyao had noticed before was even more unscrupulous at this moment pervades the entire space.

"Jie Jie!"

Huang Tu's face was ferocious, he stared at Yi Xiaoyao firmly, and against the black figure behind him, he looked extremely terrifying.

Laughing loudly, Huang Tu looked like a madman, and under the gaze of all eyes, he slowly raised his right hand and suddenly pointed at Yi Xiaoyao.

"Buzz!"

Under this finger, Yi Xiaoyao suddenly felt that he was locked by an unavoidable aura, which made him instantly realize that the next fatal attack from the other party would chase him down to the ends of the world, endlessly!
Under this huge pressure, Yi Xiaoyao's expression was surprisingly solemn. At this moment, the sense of anxiety and crisis that had arisen in his heart had reached the extreme.

Although they haven't fought yet, Yi Xiaoyao has a clear premonition that the opponent's body, this ink demon, is even more powerful than Song Ya's blood. It can be defeated, let alone killed.

The strong men on the Tiangang list are indeed extraordinary!

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(End of this chapter)