Chapter 248 The Last Move

There are a few magicians next to him who think that they are strong and want to intercept Lang Wuji, but they can't think that the predecessors of the immortal world have already had the determination to die. At the moment they rushed out, they had broken their own meridians. Under the powerful sword spirit, those magicians were cut in two, and the dark internal organs and blood were sprinkled. One place.

When the demon king saw Lang Wuji rushing towards him, he saw that his cultivation was very strong. He killed several men with high cultivation in a row. His heart moved and he opened his mouth and shouted:

"Is it Lang Wuji who escaped for his life that day?"

"It's right here. If you wait for the magicians in the demon world to come to Baiming Mountain, today I want you to cross the body here!"

"Since you are so interested, the demon king will accompany you to make a few moves!"

Lang Wuji knew that he didn't have much time and didn't dare to talk much to his opponent. There were a few swordsmanships in front of him, followed by all the unique skills of the Guiyuan School. His fists, feet, palms and swords were more and more than a hundred moves in an instant, which made the demon king dazzling.

After punching Lang Wuji fiercely, the demon king, who was shocked and flew back, stood firm and laughed:

"It turns out that you have broken the meridians to have such a strong cultivation, which is really admirable, but even so, you will still die in my hands!"

"The magician died!"

Lang Wuji can't understand what his opponent is saying. It has consumed a lot of spiritual power to kill more than a dozen magicians in a row just now. If he doesn't have spiritual power to capture the other party, I'm afraid that the immortal world will really be destroyed today.

He raised his sword above his head with his hands, and the magnificent spiritual power kept converging on the body of the sword. Then he opened his mouth and shouted:

A sword in the cold sky!

The wind and snow danced wildly in an instant, and there was a murderous atmosphere between heaven and earth.

All the people who were fighting were photographed by the momentum and stopped, looking at Lang Wuji's powerful sword.

This sword has exceeded the limit of the spiritual power of the immortals, which is almost comparable to the blow of the immortals.

The snow and ice on the top of the mountain were almost swept by the powerful pressure of this sword. The wind all over the sky mixed with ice and snow revolved around Lang Wuji crazily, and the power kept pouring out of it, causing all the people to sway.

And the demon king just shook slightly and was no longer disturbed. He felt the increasing momentum of his opponent, and a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

The strong man in the immortal world, let me see how earth-shaking your last blow will be.

Lang Wuji's eyes were wide open, and two pieces of blood flowed down his cheeks from his eyes. It could be seen that even he could not stand the power on the spiritual sword at this time.

Come on, let me show you the powerful power I have exchanged with my life!

The spiritual sword was cut vertically, and a huge sword spirit stabbed the demon king with ice and snow all over the sky and violent spiritual power.

Then there was another one, and then one after another sword spirit went in the same position and in the same direction. The sword spirit was over the sword spirit, and the power was incompetual for a while.

"Is that all? The self-broken meridians are just above the peak of the virtual period!"

The demon king looked at the sword spirit of his opponent, shook his head with a slightly disappointed expression, and pushed his hands flat.

He actually wants to take this move with his bare hands?

All the immortal disciples who saw this scene couldn't help cheering, hoping that Lang Wuji could defeat the enemy's leader with one blow.

The sword spirit came in an instant, and the palms full of black spiritual power immediately collided with Lang Wuji's sword spirit. The two powerful forces suddenly made a deafening roar. The sharp fragments of spiritual power smashed the surrounding mountains, and the trees in the sky were uprooted, and the whole mountain peak was flying sand and stone.

With a huge cracking sound, the first sword spirit was broken by the demon king. Lang Wuji's heart thumped and said to himself: This guy's cultivation is much stronger than before!

The demon king roared and rushed up with a sword spirit on his palm. In his eyes, the strong sword spirit was as fragile as silk cloth, and the sword spirit shattered one after another.

Lang Wuji seemed to know that his sword spirit could not knock down the other party. When he saw his rushing figure, he did not hesitate at all. He instilled all the last power into the spiritual sword and shouted and toss the sword out. The strength of the demon king's flying figure was immediately blocked.

"So this is the real killing move. It's really strong!"

As soon as the words fell, a black sword suddenly appeared in the demon king's hand, which was full of strange magic world patterns. The black spiritual power burst out in an instant, and the spiritual sword facing Lang Wuji was cut up.

As soon as the two swords came into contact, the demon king felt a huge pressure. Lang Wuji's last killing move was so powerful, which made him a little surprised and regretted that he did not do it with all his strength.

Seeing that his spiritual sword was firmly pressing on his opponent, Lang Wuji began to smile at the corners of his mouth and shouted in a low voice:

"Magician, you can be ambush today!"

The demon king, who was struggling to fight against the spiritual sword, was shocked when he heard the words. He quickly looked up and saw Lang Wuji's left hand waving in the air, and suddenly changed suddenly!

Is this the real killing move of the cold sword?

With the wave of Lang Wuji's left hand in the air, the ice and snow dancing in the wind suddenly stopped completely, and then condensed in one direction.

In the shocked eyes of everyone, a huge ice sword condensed from ice and snow gradually appeared, more than ten feet long, and the snow-white sword was covered with cold spiritual power.

This is Lang Wuji's last killing move, the true face of the cold sword!

Lang Wuji sprayed blood and pushed the ice sword out, and the huge ice sword rushed to the demon king with a slow and strong momentum.

The demon king looked at the ice sword getting closer and closer, and his original mood was a little anxious. He felt that there was a strong power in the ice sword that could hurt him.

And Lang Wuji's spiritual sword still suppressed him at this time, and an anger in his heart suddenly rushed to his heart.

"Roar~~~"

With an angry shout, the demon king's spiritual power soared, and two dark magic wings were immediately born behind him. His body immediately increased several times. The spiritual sword in his hand suddenly flashed, and Lang Wuji's sword was split and flew out.

At this time, the ice sword had also arrived in front of him, and the strong wind blew the cloak on the demon king.

The demon king shouted loudly, and the black spiritual sword cut the ice sword with the fierce spiritual power, and the vibration of the spiritual power could be felt a hundred miles away.

Just taking half a step back, the demon king was deadlocked with the ice sword, and it was difficult to win or lose for a while.

When Xu Changfeng saw that Lang Wuji was already teetering in the air, he quickly left his opponent beside him, flew to his side, and held him and said:

"Senior, this magician's cultivation is strong. Let's go first. Don't be afraid that there will be no firewood!"

When Lang Wuji saw that the ice sword was staggered by his opponent, he looked down at fewer and fewer disciples. With a long sigh, he turned his head and said to Xu Changfeng beside him:

"It can't be done today. Take the rest of the people to the base camp. It will be safer there!"

"Senior, won't you go with us?"

"My meridians are now broken, and the ice sword just sent out has exhausted my last bit of power. I can't leave. I'm already dead. I can still spend more time for you here. Go quickly!"

Hearing Lang Wuji say this, the huge ice sword has begun to tremble under the full efforts of the demon king, and there are also small and dense cracks on the surface. Xu Changfeng knew that he could not drag on any longer. He quickly turned around and came to the people in the fairyland and shouted:

"Let's go with me. The magician is strong, and the seniors ordered us to retreat to the base camp!"

Meng Ruqing asked as soon as he heard it, "What about the senior?"

Xu Changfeng knew that she had been saved by Lang Wuji. If she told the truth, she would not escape alone, so she said with an awe-inspiring face:

"The senior will dare to come later after delaying the magician. Now that time is tight, you'd better take the disciples with you!"

Seeing that more and more of his disciples were seriously injured and died alive, Meng Ruqing also understood that he had reached the juncture of life and death and shouted:

"Disciples of the immortal world break through with me!"

Everyone thought they would die, and they had long had the determination to be martyred. Now when they heard that the elder Xu Changfeng was going to lead everyone to break through, they were very surprised. At that moment, they rose up and rushed out.

Xu Changfeng and several elders opened the way first. A group of more than 100 people struggled to open a mouth from the weakest place of the magician in the encirclement and killed it.

Seeing that the people in the immortal world that were about to be destroyed rushed out of the siege under their own eyes, the demon king was furious, but he was suppressed by the ice sword and could not escape.

"Cue up, don't leave a living!"

The demons who got the order immediately followed the immortal disciples who rushed out of the siege, and the whole melee area only left dead bodies and snow stained with blood in an instant.

"If you are willing to break the meridians, the purpose of this move is to cover their breakthrough!"

Lang Wuji had no extra energy to answer the other party. His bloody body kept trembling and maintained the ice sword to the edge of the crack.

Seeing that the other party did not answer himself, the demon king's face was cold, and his spiritual power broke out again under the shouting. The already precarious ice sword made a huge "kash" sound. The cracks on the surface of the sword body immediately cracked and broke into countless pieces and shot around.

Lang Wuji, who had already run out of oil, was supporting himself with perseverance. The power of the ice sword immediately dissipated. After shaking for a while, he spewed out a mouthful of blood from the air and fell heavily on the ground, and the sound of broken bones immediately came.

The demon king took a look at Lang Wuji on the ground and was about to turn around to chase the disciples of the immortal world with a cold smile. Suddenly, there was a warning in his heart and there was no time to react. He only felt the pain in the vest and hurriedly looked down in shock.

A bright spiritual sword came out of his chest. There was no trace of black blood on the cold blade. It was Lang Wuji's spiritual sword!

Is this the old man's last move?

But it's okay. It's just a skin injury, and it can't hurt me.

The demon king frowned and wanted to pull out the spiritual sword. At this time, the original spiritual sword suddenly burst out with a strong power, and the demon king who was not on guard was immediately attacked.

After a muffled sound, his chest was blown out of a wound the size of a sea bowl. Countless black blood surged out, and the huge pain made the demon king roar up to the sky.

"Damn, I didn't expect this old guy to say..."

The demon king closed his eyes and fell from the clouds.