"No!" Yao Meng and the others were horrified. They looked coldly and stiffly at Si Wenming who had been stabbed in the heart. Their minds went blank and they had no idea what to do or what to say.
"The body of the Human Witch Emperor is very hard? Huh? It is even said that as your cultivation level deepens, the physical strength of the Human Witch Emperor begins to catch up with or even surpass the physical strength of the Jia Clan warriors of the same level?"
Ye Motian leaned close to Si Wenming's ear, deliberately amplified his voice and smiled sarcastically.
"They also told me that the truly powerful Witch Emperor, the pinnacle of the human race, is invulnerable to weapons, water and fire, has dragons and snakes in its hands, and can crush stars with its fists. They are a group of monsters that cannot be killed or smashed?"
Si Wenming looked down at his chest with an expressionless face, feeling the novel feeling of the cold sword edge containing a strange heat penetrating his heart. The blade of the sword was inserted into his heart, and every heartbeat caused Si Wenming severe pain. This severe pain made Si Wenming gradually laugh. This severe pain gave him a sense of reality that he was alive!
"But, your so-called body of the Witch Emperor is a joke under my sword!"
Ye Motian twisted the hilt of the sword proudly, and the sword edge cut into Si Wenming's body, making a slight "chichi" sound.
"This is the divine weapon that my father, who was always amorous but of noble status, forged for me with his own hands. For this Dark Devouring Sword, he personally destroyed a small world with the attributes of darkness and devouring, using that small The core of the world formed after the world collapsed and collapsed was used as the main material to help me forge this beautiful and magical weapon!"
"He is indestructible and can devour all things. The more flesh and soul he devours, the more powerful he will be."
Like a child who just got a new toy, Ye Motian proudly showed off his divine weapon, the Dark Bite Sword.
"Di Shisha returned from his father's side and brought me the Dark Bite Sword. I have been restrained by that damn woman Yemo Chanye in the Dark Sun Castle and was not allowed to go out, so I never found a suitable target to attack him. !”
"But today I found the most suitable candidate! Someone told me that you are Siwen Ming, the same Siwen Ming who made our noble Yu clan shed countless blood in Akasaka Mountain? Are you considered a hero in the human race
"Using the blood of heroes to power my Dark Bite Sword, I think this is a very good sign. We Yu clan nobles are quite superstitious at heart. Although our strength can conquer all superstitions, we still believe in some things deep down. Mysterious and mysterious things that cannot be explained, what do you think?"
Si Wenming just laughed lightly without saying a word. He squinted, enjoying the strange feeling of the sword entering his body and penetrating his heart.
"Laughing? You can still laugh?" Ye Motian's face became extremely ugly, and his face twisted into a ball: "You should cry, shout, beg, beg for mercy, you should kneel at my feet , lick my boots and beg me to spare your life!"
Yemo Tian screamed at the top of his lungs: "Aren't they all like this for those maids who were killed by me? They cried, they begged, they knelt at my feet, and they used all the ways they could think of to please me. , begging me to let them go!”
"Even if we die, we human warriors will never ask for mercy from a foreign race!" Si Wenming finally spoke, his tone as gentle and steady as ever: "Qi Qi, are you sure you can kill me?"
'Eh'
Ye Motian screamed strangely, and the next moment his vision went dark. Si Wenming turned around extremely domineeringly, letting the edge of the Dark Sword tear apart half of his body, straightened up his left elbow, and fiercely He hit Ye Motian hard on the face with his elbow.
There was a loud noise, and the dragon scale armor and dragon skin helmet on Ye Motian simultaneously erupted with dazzling light.
In order for Ye Motian to pretend to be a Northern Wilderness warrior and come to Bailongjiang to watch the excitement, Gonggong gave him the best armor from Northern Wilderness. But these armors made of dragon leather were so fragile in the face of Si Wenming's full blow.
In the loud noise, the armor and helmet on Ye Motian exploded into countless tiny fragments at the same time. A terrible gravity pressed on Ye Motian, dragging him with a terrifying weight that was a million times the normal gravity of the Pangu world. Ye Motian made him hit the ground hard like a falling meteor.
More than a dozen black jade talismans with strange shapes exploded on Ye Motian's body at the same time, and a heavy black light enveloped him, blocking him from the destructive power contained in Si Wenming's terrifying elbow.
Lying on the ground in darkness, all the active defense jade talismans on Ye Motian's body were exhausted. He raised his head in a daze and stared at Si Wenming, who had no wounds on his body and no traces on his skin.
"No...how is that possible? My Dark Devouring Sword!"
Yemotian was at a loss and raised the Dark Bite Sword in his hand, and said subconsciously: "I secretly tried it with a few canaries raised by Yemoshan Coconut. With just one strike of the sword, those canaries were drained of their essence and blood. And soul, you should not be an exception!”
Si Wenming slapped his unscathed left chest, looked at Ye Motian and smiled lightly: "So, your sword has seen blood before? Use the canary to open it. It seems that in the future, your secret bite sword will be used." I can only kill chickens and kittens."
Ye Motian's expression suddenly changed, he pointed at Si Wen Ming and shouted loudly: "Nonsense, of course my natal magic weapon needs the blood of a hero to attack, that's you, Si Wen Ming, that's right !”
Holding back the dizziness in his head, Ye Motian jumped up. The beautifully shaped long sword in his hand brought out a black stream of light and stabbed Si Wenming's chest vitally again.
Si Wenming did not dodge, nor did he use the long sword in his hand to parry. He allowed Ye Motian's long sword to pierce his chest, and was shocked by the terrifying sharpness of the sword.
With Si Wenming's powerful background and his major in earth witchcraft, his physical body was far stronger than that of other human witch emperors. With the strength of his body, he couldn't stop Ye Motian from stabbing lightly with the long sword in his hand. This sword would obviously become a fatal threat to human warriors.
The long sword passed through the body, Ye Motian laughed proudly, and he immediately activated the devouring power of the long sword.
But the Dark Bite Sword failed to swallow anything. Si Wenming's body was like a ball of sticky, half-melted beef tendon. No matter how the Dark Bite Sword swallowed it, his blood, essence, and soul were all integrated, and the Dark Bite Sword could not swallow anything. Si Wenming couldn't get even a little bit of energy out of her.
Yemotian, who did not believe in evil, drew his sword and pierced Si Wenming's body again.
But the thing remains the same, the Dark Bite Sword can hurt Si Wen's life, but it can't hurt him at all.
The long sword was pulled out, and Si Wenming's body returned to its original state.
Smiling indifferently, Si Wenming said softly: "My body as the Witch Emperor took the last piece of the breath soil collected by the clan to merge with me. My body is the holy body of the breath soil, and it does not contain a drop of essence or blood. It will be leaked, how could you possibly devour me?"
Throwing away his left hand, Si Wenming slapped Ye Motian hard on the face with a big slap.
(End of chapter)