The Legend of Mortal Killing Immortals

Chapter 882
"Zi Ming Mozun!" Zhao Wuji shrank his pupils. He had never fought against an opponent in the realm of the Immortal Emperor. Although he hoped to fight against him, he did not dare to let go.

After all, the existence of every Immortal Sovereign has gone through tens of thousands of years of hard work, and is an absolute genius!Each one is not to be underestimated!

"What? It seems that you are very nervous, don't be nervous, relax, I promise you will die beyond your expectations!" Ziming Mozun grinned, slowly stretched his arms, and suddenly a cloud of black mist flowed from him The body rose up, and Zi Ming's figure gradually disappeared into the black mist!

The breath is gone!
Zhao Wuji quickly retreated back, but the black mist surged towards him like a huge octopus!
"It turns out... is it because he blended his figure with the black mist, making it difficult for people to distinguish?" Zhao Wuji immediately saw the clue. Although he was shocked in his heart, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Where are you looking?" Ziming Mozun's gloomy voice suddenly sounded behind Zhao Wuji, and then a gust of cold air rushed straight to the back of Zhao Wuji's neck!

Zhao Wuji quickly leaned over, dodging the blow, and at the same time turned around, slapped his palms, and counterattacked a ball of real sun fire.

But behind him, there was only the misty black mist, and there was no figure of Ziming Demon Lord at all!
At the same time, dozens of black lights spewed out from the surrounding dark rooms again, piercing towards Zhao Wou-ki from all directions.

"Hmph, let's see how you respond!" Zi Ming Demon Venerable shouted triumphantly.

"The soul of ten thousand weapons! Ten thousand swords come out!" A gleam flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes, and as he waved his arms, nearly ten thousand flying swords suddenly appeared around his body, easily blocking the attack of Ziming Mozun. Attacking, and spinning around his body, all kinds of colors are competing to shine, which is extremely spectacular!
"This... what kind of supernatural power is this?" Ziming Mozun who was hiding in the black mist was startled when he saw this.

But when he felt the aura of the magic weapon coming from these flying swords, he couldn't help but change his face: "What? These flying swords are not transformed by magic, but are all genuine high-level flying swords? How is this possible? How can he control both of them at the same time? Thousands of flying swords?"

(End of this chapter)