The Xuanfeng Saint King put away the playful attitude in his heart, and he could be sure that the opposite person was definitely a disciple of Emperor Shakti.

"In that case, then I won't have any scruples!"

The Xuanfeng Saint King directly entered the battle state, and a strand of hair fell down, covering his eyes. A storm blew around him, blowing through his hair.

"Haha, good!"

Retrograde, raised his long knife, roared, and ran towards the Xuanfeng Holy King.

"Invisible Wind Sword!"

The Xuanfeng Saint King stretched out his hand and pointed, and the void was filled with fierce aura.

Reverse with his powerful perception to find out the invisible wind swords around him one by one, dancing the long knife to block some of them, and the rest to dodge with his body. And, take advantage of the opportunity to get close to the Xuanfeng Saint King.

"Wind pressure!"

How could the Xuanfeng Saint King let him approach him easily!

A tornado that obscured the sun lifted off and ran over it in the opposite direction.

The actual force of the wind turned into a tangible force, and this powerful force pushed backwards and slid backwards.

He held the knife with both hands, but it was difficult to borrow strength in this void, and he could only keep retreating.

"Drink!"

He simply used this powerful force to retreat backwards and pull away.

"Second sword, Dark Yaksha!"

A huge black shadow emerged from behind him, a pair of blood-red eyes lit up, as if some blood was oozing out, and a pair of pitch-black sharp claws bounced out and grabbed towards the huge tornado.

"Roar!"

With a roar from the black shadow, the tornado was torn in half and dissipated in an instant.

Going against the grain, he took advantage of the situation and raised his big sword to slash towards the Xuanfeng Saint King. However, before the blade could touch his body, it was blocked by an invisible force, which was the barrier formed by the divine power of the Xuanfeng Saint King.

It's just that, in the face of a strong knife that goes against the grain, the invisible wall can only resist slightly, and the invisible wall gradually collapses under the fierce knife momentum.

He rose into the air, out of the range of the long knife, reached out of his right hand, and held it in the opposite direction.

"Divine Skill - Vacuum!"

The Xuanfeng Saint King finally took out his strongest divine skill, intending to completely solve the reverse line!

"Is this his magic vacuum?"

When the Xuanfeng Saint King sacrificed the vacuum, he realized the power of this divine skill. He felt like he had suddenly lost gravity, floating in the air, with nowhere to exert his force.

At the same time, the air around him disappeared all at once, making it difficult for him to breathe, and even the air in his body had to be pumped out. The blood vessels under the skin burst out, and blood tried to burst out of them. His body seemed to swell, and it could burst at any moment!

"In my vacuum, you will die a painful death!" the Xuanfeng Saint King quietly watched as he struggled in pain

"Death? This is thinking that I will go against the grain and perish, you are not qualified enough!"

"Hell Shura!"

Going against the grain, he shouted silently in his heart, and the tall Shura appeared outside the vacuum, he lifted the long knife, gently stabbed it in the vacuum, and picked it up, and the vacuum shattered.

"It broke my vacuum!"

The Xuanfeng Saint King was shocked, he didn't expect that his terrifying divine skill would be easily cracked again!

"It's a good skill, but it can only stop there!"

Reversed, the long knife flicked and catapulted towards the Xuanfeng Saint King.

"Fifth Knife, Non-Shura!"

The long knife is wielded in the opposite direction, and it is ethereal and uncertain, making it difficult to catch.

"What's going on?"

The Xuanfeng Saint King couldn't help frowning, he didn't know where to start in the face of the knife that was going against him. He felt the knife slash at his chest, but when he reached out, it appeared next to his neck.

This is not an illusion caused by the speed of the knife at all, but a strange force that makes the knife that goes against the grain uncatchable.

In the face of all kinds of strange knives, the Xuanfeng Saint King was in danger, and it didn't take long for him to be scarred, if it weren't for his first-class speed, I'm afraid he would have been cut down by the knife long ago!

On the other side, there is the collision of two big hunks.

"You're a great opponent!"

The Martial Saint King, a battle maniac, swung his iron fist and smashed it into Zishou's twin swords.

"It is worthy of being the Holy King of the Protoss, and it is not at the same level as those great gods!"

Zishou swung his twin swords quickly, colliding with the iron fist, and pulling out sparks.

"Let's take it!"

"Whirlwind of Fire Dance!"

Zishou flashed his wings and soared into the air, his body spun rapidly, rolling up a fiery red tornado and smashing towards the Martial Saint King.

"Good!"

"Thunderstorm Fury Fist!"

The Martial Saint King shouted, his fists erupted with fierce golden light, and he met the rapidly spinning sword wheel.

"Ding, ding, ding......!"

The muscles on the Martial Saint King's face tightened, and he felt the sharp pain coming from his fists, and under the slash of the sword wheel, his iron fist cracked!

A scorching force burrowed into his body from the wound, causing him to suffer as if hot lava was flowing through his body.

"Haha, happy!"

This long-lost pain made his nerves excited, and his fighting spirit boiled.

He pressed his fists against the sword wheel, slowly stretching it out and preparing to fight back. If he has been in this passive state, his fists will be completely shattered, and he must fight back!

"Divine Skill, True Martial Great Thunderbolt!"

"Bang!"

Zishou was directly blasted away by a punch, and the rotation stopped abruptly.

"Boom.........!"

In the air, there was a violent roar, and the explosions occurred in a row, and the powerful vibration force caused blood to overflow from the corners of the mouth of the son in the center of the explosion, and even the wings of the immortal bird had the terrifying power that could not help it, and the fire feathers fell off one after another, igniting and turning into flying ashes in the explosion.

"Firefin Volley!"

Zi was shocked by his wings, his speed increased sharply, and he waved his twin swords to avoid the explosion range, and went straight to the Martial Saint King.

"Sword of Kings!"

Zi Shou overlapped the two swords together, turning into a blood-red, two-zhang long giant sword, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, and slashed towards the Martial Saint King.

"Divine skill, Great Thunderbolt!"

The Martial Saint King collided with a pair of iron fists, a force of destruction condensed between the two fists, and a dazzling golden light erupted between the two fists, with the spread of the golden light, the power of the destruction between the two fists expanded with the golden light with the momentum of the angry waves, wanting to freeze the blood sword in mid-air and shatter it.

"Trying to destroy my sword, delusional!"

Counterattacked by the Martial Saint King, Zishou felt that the giant sword was bound by a powerful force, and wanted to freeze it in the air and take the opportunity to shatter it.

He mobilized more Origin Realm divine power, and with a roar, the blood sword slashed faster, carrying the momentum of wind and thunder to slash towards the Martial Saint King.

"Drink!"

The Martial Saint King mobilized his divine power, causing the power of the divine skill to increase again, making the fall of the blood sword slow, and golden light wrapped around the blood sword.

"Humph!"

Zishou's dead blood vessels extended to his chest, the flames on his body burned violently, and his wings shook behind him.

"Slash!"

"Boom!"