Izanami's newly restored face had turned into charcoal again, and the pain and humiliation had made her almost mad.

But before she could say anything ruthless, the Han Bafang Sword that shone with spiritual energy had already slashed towards her head.

After not being bound by the "Pain Cage", although Lu Mingfei lost the armor-level defense of the tank, he also liberated the strength and speed of Superman.

If he were to go to the Olympics now, he would win almost all the gold medals.

Because this is a physical body that has surpassed the limits of human beings, it is the creation of metaphysical technology and imperial power that the dragon clan cannot imagine.

The psionic alchemy weapon sliced through the air and collided with the Heavenly Cloud Sword.

Psionic sparks and white bone chips fell together like exploding fireworks.

"How is that possible?!"

Izanami looked at the scars on the clouds in disbelief.

This is her tailbone, the sharpest and toughest weapon in the world.

If the other party is holding a divine weapon created by a dragon master, she can understand, but that sword is obviously just an ordinary product made by a half-blood, how can it hurt Tian Congyun?

Of course, the Wuwei Sword can, because with the blessing of the Psionic Blade, its blade has reached the single-molecule level.

A weapon that is enough to cut through the molecule can naturally also cut through this brittle bone.

Lu Mingfei's muscles bulged high, and his lungs, which were more than half the size of ordinary people, desperately absorbed oxygen and supplied it to two powerful hearts.

The heart pumps hot blood into the arteries, which flow through the limbs and eventually into brute force enough to tear apart a bison.

Little by little, the clouds approached Izanami, and he seemed intent on slicing through that blasphemous face with his enemy's own bones.

Even if it was a half-dragon body, it was a perfect body created by absorbing hundreds of White King bloodlines, and it was actually no match for a human in terms of strength?

It was almost impossible, but it was happening right in front of her eyes.

Izanami began to wonder about the identity of the person in front of him, could it be that the Black King had specially created a humanoid weapon to prevent it from resurrecting?

Thinking of this, she was furious.

Black Emperor, is this also in your calculations?

In that case, let me break your plan with my own hands.

Izanami turned her head, and in her long loose hair, a rotten, ugly face glowed with a terrifying golden light.

Mei Chou's two mouths chanted Long Wen at the same time, and her originally tall body swelled again, and her skin became a marble-like texture.

Spirit of Words: Immortal, can strengthen the body to a level close to titanium alloy, and can pierce through steel plates with a single punch.

The spirit of words, the wine swallowing boy, the evolved version of the ghost victory, gains the strange power and vitality of the ghost.

Together, these two spirits are enough to make the freer an army.

And it was used by Izanami, who was already extremely strong, and at this time her physical strength was even close to when she was a dragon.

However, the burden of using these two words at the same time is also extremely heavy, if it is an ordinary dragon clan, even the next generation will begin to collapse physically and mentally at this moment.

Even Izanami, who was manipulated by the White King's Relics, had some signs that the white mycelium could not be repaired.

So, she plans to do it quickly.

Izanami swung a fist the size of a human head, one punch missed the Han Bafang Sword, and the other hand swung the sky and clouds, cutting into Lu Mingfei's neck.

At the sight of a trace of blood, the incredibly sharp tailbone would bring his head down entirely.

"Face me, Xenomorph!"

Lu Mingfei's gaze met that of Izanami, and two blue rays of light shot into the latter's eyes.

The White King seemed to see the moment he was killed by the Black King, its huge body was torn apart, and the supreme golden eyes were glaring at it.

No!

Izanami woke up from a nightmare, but unfortunately it was too late, and she didn't have the firmness to fight through her will.

The strange psionic energy spread throughout her body, and the cold sensation made her muscles begin to contract and spasm.

Secondary psionic spell, Spasmodic Gaze.

But that alone wasn't enough to completely crush Izanami's body.

Lu Mingfei endured the noise of his soul and used another spiritual energy.

"Let all enemies of the empire drown in the water."

He recited the proverb of psionic energy, and the psionic light immediately erupted from his mouth and struck Izanami, who was twitching.

Biochemical psionic spells that compress limbs.

With just one movement, or even a thought, the caster can target a sharp contraction of the target's muscles, compressing his trachea and suffocating him.

And if the caster's psionic energy is strong, he can even cause the target to be squeezed by his own muscles and bleed to death.

Izanami's spirit-strengthened body became her talisman, rock-solid muscles squeezing her inside, and keels began to break one by one.

Compared to the often grandiose spirits, psionic spells look much more inconspicuous.

However, when faced with one-on-one combat, the eerie and changeable psionic ability with few preconditions has an advantage.

Lu Mingfei was about to take this opportunity to cut off Izanami's head, but he saw the mycelium on her body that was constantly repairing the sores suddenly shrink.

He immediately retreated, and blocked in front of him with a martial sword, but he was still splashed on his body by the purple-black liquid spewing from the sores.

The spirit of words and the Yellow Spring are corrupt, and a drop of poisonous blood can poison the terrifying spirit of tens of thousands of people.

Seeing Lu Mingfei kneeling on one knee, Izanami's mouth hissed with pleasure.

He used psionic energy on himself in time before his internal organs completely rotted.

Biochemical psionic spell that sucks toxins.

The poisonous blood of Huangquan, which had spread throughout the body, was ingested by the unreasonable psionic power, wrapped in a ball of psionic light, and extracted from the body.

However, despite the poisoning of the blood and its removal, the damage to the body is irreparable.

At least two-thirds of Lu Mingfei's internal organs were eroded, and half of his muscles were dissolved.

He could barely stand on his knees, all thanks to his strong will and tempered body.

Feeling the passage of life, Lu Mingfei did not have a trace of fear.

This moment should have come a long time ago, in that spaceship, in that necromantic crypt, on that planet where the Black Legion was fighting.

However, he can't die yet.

Because he hadn't cut off the head of the blasphemous alien in front of him.

"Great Emperor, I swear to serve you. I am at your disposal, for my faith is incomparably strong. ”

"I am not afraid of evil, and I am angry with death. I am fearless because my faith is strong. ”

"Though my body is broken, though my blood is pouring out, although I have little life left, the immortal Lord of Humanity still watches me!"

"Emperor, please give your warrior one last chance so that he can destroy one more mortal enemy for humanity!"

Lu Mingfei straightened his back with the strength he had left, shouting at the cold sun in another universe.

With his prayers, golden particles of light appeared on the bodies of Chu Zihang, Sakai Akina, and Gen Zhinu in the Thunder Eagle gunboat, converging into a firefly-like point of light, which instantly crossed to his side and submerged into his heart.

The psionic energy, which had been nearly exhausted, was refilled, and the azure psionic light was trimmed with a circle of gorgeous gold.

And in his body, the internal organs, muscles, and various tissues that were corroded by poisonous blood were all recovering rapidly, and they recovered in an instant.

Looking at Lu Mingfei who stood up, the white king was angry.

Even in the primeval era when there were so many strong enemies, she had never encountered such a difficult opponent.

"Why, why do you just refuse to die?!"

The white emperor roared, asking the same question in dragon script as the thief who tried to steal her power.

(End of chapter)