Chapter 831: Two demigods

"No, no, you can't kill me. I am one of the four major city masters of the Supreme City. Kill me, the Supreme City and the entire demon clan will not let you go. Even if you are a semi-god powerhouse then, It's hard to escape death," the ghostly supreme said threateningly.
But Wuming ignored him, a purple streamer was cut directly from the hero's sword, and the sword light left a transparent wound on the ghost of the ghost supreme.
Then, this sword wound continued to expand on Ghost Supreme, and Ghost Supreme watched his body continuously dissipate.
He worked hard to use the spiritual power in his body, trying to gather the part of his body that had disappeared again, because he was in a ghost state now, but unfortunately the wound was stained with divine power, and Yin Qi could not gather there.
"Ah, wait, the Supreme City and the Demon Race will not let you go! I am waiting for you in hell!"
After countless failed attempts, the ghost supreme finally gave up, he is no longer trying to condense his real body, because he knows he is finished.
brush!
The ghost supreme finally disappeared and turned into a wisp of blue smoke in the deep starry sky. Once the ghost supreme after the physical body is evacuated, once the ghost supreme is killed, even the means possessed by ordinary powerful men with the original spirit cannot use the original spirit to save his life. Now, he is completely dead.
"The Supreme is dead, how is this possible!"
"It's over, the Supreme is dead, how can we beat such an opponent, run away!"
"People of the Demon Race, run away!"
The death of the ghost supreme caused the demon warriors who were fighting against the warriors of the Tianluo Continent to completely lose their will to fight and fled.
The warriors of the Tianluo Continent would not miss such a good opportunity to kill them one after another. The situation on the battlefield changed drastically in an instant. The two sides that were originally evenly matched, like Luo Continent occupy the summit today.
After killing ghost supreme namelessly, he came to Xiao Chen's side and said, "Subordinates do not humiliate their mission!"
Xiao Chen nodded, glanced at the demon martial artists who were escaping far away, and said to Wuming, "Senior Wuming, those low-rank martial artists in Qingluo Continent, leave it to you, go and kill them!"
The leader of the demon clan was dead, and the number of Wudi experts around Xiao Chen had the upper hand, and Wuming could free up his hands to take care of those vegetables.
Wuming glanced at the warriors below the Qingluo Continent who were fighting the warriors of the Tianluo Continent. He was a little hesitant in his heart, letting him start with these weak people, and with his nameless heroic disposition, he really couldn't handle it.
But after a while, he still sighed helplessly, with a trace of firmness in his eyes.
Let's do it! At this time, we can't be kind to women, and if those people are resolved earlier, the Tianluo Continent will have fewer casualties. This is war.
"No, he wants to slaughter low-level warriors!"
Seeing the killing intent in Wuming’s eyes, the eyelids of Emperor Kuangge violently jumped, and the hearts of several other people were also violently shocked. When a martial emperor joins the battle of warriors below the emperor, it is like a tiger into the flock, winning There is no suspense.
Just as soon as his words fell, Nie Feng, who was fighting against him, said coldly: "In the process of fighting with me, you can't tolerate your distractions."
"Fuck, get away!"
The Great Emperor Kuangge was taken aback in his heart, screamed violently, and then fleeing away desperately.
The other four people also had a chill in their backs, and a deep sense of crisis came out from deep in their hearts. This is the strong perception of danger that Emperor Wu has experienced after thousands of battles.
The four of them reacted very quickly. The moment when the Great Emperor Kuangge flashed away and flew away, they also fled into the distance at the same moment.
But their speed was still half a minute slower. Nie Feng held the Snow Drinking Madness Knife in both hands, and it was a thousand miles away with a single cut. No matter how fast these people were, they were still a bit slower than the Xueyin Madness Blade. Minute.
"what……"
Several screams came, and he was already a one-armed Unbounded, but this time it was even more miserable.
Half of his body was rubbed by the blade of a sword, and only half of his body was left trembling in the starry sky. He was a Wudi Consummation powerhouse who had comprehended the swordsmanship, but in front of Nie Feng's madness swordsmanship, he did not fight back. Power.
The young generation of super geniuses in the Qingluo Continent, a peerless master on the top of the list, is known as a Tianjiao who may challenge one of the nine emperors of the Nine Emperors Palace, but was abused by Nie Feng to become such a ghost. Of course, this can't Saying he is too weak, after all, as the Nine Emperors, the situation is not much better than him, that is, he runs fast.
At this moment, apart from the Great Emperor Kuangge, there is also a ten-point flow rate who is good at speed. The other three are uncomfortable. The Tiger Emperor Wudi of the Heavenly Demon God has amazing defensive power, but he is still injured by Nie Feng's sword. Blood came out, staining his whole body red.
The most miserable was the Unbounded Second Junior Brother, who directly lost his life. With this knife, he was completely turned into cannon fodder. The poor generation of strong men, who had a cultivation base of up to eight stars, was strangled by Nie Feng. No light or heat was released.
Shenting sent three Wudi this time, and the result was one death and one wounded. This was a fiasco like never before. Even the Shenting could not afford to lose a strong Wudi!
The entire God Court plus God Sovereign Wudao, there are less than ten Martial Emperors, and the remaining few, and many of them are only five-star or less powerful Martial Emperors.
The remaining half body of Jue Wujiang shivered in the vast starry sky, not knowing whether it was angry or frightened.
"hiss……"
Emperor Chen, who had never made a move, took a breath. What is Nie Feng's sacredness? It is so powerful. Facing five Wudi strong men alone, he easily gained the upper hand. Fortunately, he did not make a move. Will not lose his life.
Now it seems that Nie Feng's defeat of the Lord of the God Court, Shenjun Wudao, is not necessarily false.
"What is going on, why is my wound..."
At this time, the Emperor Wu of the Tiger Clan, who was wounded by the qi from the blade of Nie Feng's Xueyin Crazed Blade and covered with dense wounds, frowned slightly.
Their tiger clan warriors are not only physically strong, but also extremely capable of self-healing. As long as they are given time, the scars they suffered in battle can be completely healed.
But now he has been out of the battle, and is also fully operating the spiritual power in his body, why haven't these wounds recovered?
"General Tiger, come back, you are not his opponent, this person is also a demigod powerhouse!"
"What, he is also a demigod powerhouse!"
When Emperor Chen heard Shenwu's words, his eyes almost stared out. Why did a demigod pop out again, and the eyes of Nie Feng were also full of incredible.
This is a demigod!
The Emperor Wu classes in Qingluo Continent were not too few, but there were only four or five demigods on the bright side, and two of them appeared on the Tianluo Continent.
But the prince Shen Wu of the Heavenly Demon God Dynasty was always mysterious, and his words were definitely not wrong.
No wonder Nie Feng can be one opponent to five. He turned out to be a demigod.
The Tiger Clan Emperor Wu finally knew why the wound on his body could not be healed. It turned out that this wound was wounded by divine power, and spiritual power could not be repaired.
Xiao Chen glanced in surprise at the Nine Dragons Divine Chariot with nowhere, but he didn't expect that the guys inside would also see it.
Nie Feng did not deny his identity as a demigod, but said coldly, "You four, you should die."
As he said, he raised the Snow Drinking Knife in his hand.
Jue Wujiang almost freaked out when he saw Nie Feng raising his long knife again, completely losing his previous style.
When he was panicked, he shouted in fear: "Master, help!"