"No!" Yao Meng and others were terrified. They were cold all over and looked at Si Wenming who had been killed in their hearts with stiffness. Their mind was blank and they had no idea what to do or say.●⌒,.

"The human witch emperor's body is very hard? Huh? Even said, as your cultivation level deepens, the human witch emperor's body strength begins to catch up with the body of the Ga warriors who even surpass the same level?"

Ye Motian approached Si Wenming's ear and deliberately amplified his voice and smiled sarcastically.

"They also told me that the truly powerful peak Witch Emperor of the human race is invulnerable to swords and guns, inviolable to water and fire, dragons and snakes in their hands, and fists break stars. They are a group of monsters that cannot be killed or smashed?"

Si Wenming looked down at his chest expressionlessly, feeling the novel feeling brought by the sword edge containing a strange heat in the cold that penetrated his heart. The sword edge was inserted into his heart, and every heartbeat made Si Wenming painful. This severe pain made Si Wenming gradually laugh, and this severe pain made him feel a sense of being alive!

"But, your so-called body of the Witch Emperor is a joke under my sword!"

Yemotian twisted the hilt proudly, and the sword edge cut off Si Wenming's body, making a subtle "hissing" sound.

"This is my natal divine weapon that my father, who is full of passion but has a noble status, forged for me. For this dark devouring sword, he personally destroyed a small world with darkness and devoured attributes. He used the world heritage core formed after the collapse of that small world as the main material to help me forge this beautiful and magical weapon!"

"He is invincible and can devour everything. The more flesh and soul he devours, the more powerful he will be."

Like a child who had just obtained a new toy, Yemotian proudly showed off his natal magic weapon, Dark Devouring Sword.

"Tishiya returned from his father and brought me the Dark Sword. I was always bound by the damn woman, Yemoya, in Dark Sun Castle, and I was not allowed to go out, so I never found a suitable target to open up for him!"

"But today I found the most suitable candidate! Someone told me that you are Si Wenming, the one who made our noble Yu nobles shed countless blood in Akasaka Mountain? Should you be considered a hero in the human race?

"I think this is a very good omen with the blood of a hero to open my dark devouring sword. Our Yu nobles are more superstitious in their bones. Although our power can conquer all superstitiousness, we still believe in some mysterious and mysterious things that cannot be explained in our bones. What do you think?"

Si Wenming just chuckled "hehe" without saying a word. He squinted his eyes and enjoyed the strange feeling of the long sword entering his body and running through his heart.

"Laugh? Can you still laugh?" Yemotian's face became extremely ugly, and his face twisted into a ball: "You should cry, shout, beg, beg, beg, beg, you should kneel at my feet, lick my boots and beg me to spare your life!"

Yemotian screamed at the top of his lungs: "Aren't they all the maids who were killed by my own hands? They cried, they begged, they knelt at my feet, they pleased me in all the ways they could think of, begged me to let them go!"

"Even if we die, the warriors of our human race will never beg for mercy to a foreign race!" Si Wenming finally spoke, his tone was as gentle and steady as ever: "Especially, are you sure you can kill me?"

‘Hey’?

Yemotian screamed strangely, and the next moment he saw darkness. Si Wenming turned around in an extremely domineering manner, allowing the sword edge of the Dark Devouring Sword tore open half of his body, straightened his left elbow, and smashed his elbow hard on Yemotian's face.

With a loud bang, the dragon scale armor and dragon skin helmet on Yemotian's body burst out with dazzling light at the same time.

In order to let Yemotian come to Bailongjiang to watch the fun by pretending to be a warrior in the Northern Wilderness, Gonggong gave him the best armor in the Northern Wilderness. However, these armor made of dragon leather were so fragile in the face of Si Wenming's strong blow.

With the loud noise, the armor and helmet on Yemotian's body exploded into countless tiny fragments at the same time. A terrifying force of gravity pressed on Yemotian. The terrifying pressure of a million times the normal gravity of Pangu's world dragged Yemotian, causing him to smash it hard on the ground like a falling meteor.

More than a dozen black jade talismans on Yemotian's body exploded at the same time, and a large number of black lights wrapped around him, blocking the devastating power contained in Si Wenming's terrifying elbow for him.

Lying on the ground in darkness, all the active defense jade talismans on Yemotian were consumed. He raised his head in a daze, staring at Si Wenming, who had no more wounds on his body and no trace of his skin.

"No...how is it possible? My Dark Eat Sword!"

Yemotian raised the dark-devouring sword in his hand in a loss and subconsciously said: "I secretly tried it with a few canaries raised by Yemo Shanya. Just one sword, those canaries were sucked away from their essence, blood and soul. You should not be exceptional!"

Si Wenming slapped his unscathed left chest and looked at Yemotian with a faint smile: "So, your sword has been bloody when you open it? Use the canary to open it. It seems that your dark devouring sword can only kill chickens and kittens in the future."

Yemotian's face suddenly changed. He pointed at Si Wenming and shouted loudly: "Nothing nonsense, my natal divine weapon must be used to open the blood of a hero. It's you, Si Wenming, that's right!"

Resisting the dizziness in his mind, Yemotian jumped up, and the exquisitely shaped sword in his hand brought a black stream of light, stabbing Si Wenming's chest again.

Si Wenming did not dodge, nor did he use the long sword in his hand to resist it. He allowed Yemotian's long sword to pierce his chest, and was shocked by the terrifying sharpness of the sword.

With Si Wenming's majestic foundation, he is majoring in the power of the earth witch, and his body is much stronger than other human witch emperors. With his physical strength, he can't stop the long sword in Yemotian's hand and a light stab. This sword will obviously become a fatal threat to human warriors.

The sword passed through his body, and Yemotian laughed proudly. He immediately activated the devouring power of the sword.

But the Dark Devouring Sword could not devour anything. Si Wenming's body was like a ball of sticky semi-melt cow tendon. No matter how the Dark Devouring Sword was swallowed, his essence, blood and soul were all integrated. The Dark Devouring Sword could not suck Si Wenming's energy at all.

Yemotian, who did not believe in evil, drew out his long sword and pierced Si Wenming's body again.

But things are still the same. The Dark Devouring Sword can hurt Si Wenming, but it cannot hurt him at all.

When the long sword was pulled out, Si Wenming's body recovered as before.

With a calm smile, Si Wenming said softly: "My body of the Witch Emperor consumes the last piece of Xirang collected in the clan and merges with me. My body is the holy body of Xirang, and no drop of essence and blood will leak out. How could you swallow me?"
Chapter completed!