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But he had no time to regret it.
"Netherworld God Sword!"
Xu Liheng let out a loud roar, and all the Essence in his body was instantly pushed to the extreme. He thrusted his sword at Cheng Qing, and the sword instantly surged with countless streams of black Qi.
The black energy instantly condensed into a huge long sword, two feet wide and seven feet long. Black light filled the air, and a killing intent filled the air!
What was even more terrifying was that the tip of the sword formed a black vortex, crazily absorbing the surrounding origin energy. That vortex was like a door to hell, able to swallow anything!
Li Mucheng was shocked, "The Netherworld God Sword! Demonic Sect's Demonic Art! Xu Lihuan actually practiced this kind of cultivation technique! This cultivation technique can be said to be invincible in the same grade because it can absorb the opponent's vital energy. Brother Chen, quickly retreat, you can't win against him, let me help … "
At this moment, he was extremely confident. He already felt that he had the victory in his grasp, because he knew the power of the "Netherworld God Sword." In the past, when he fought cultivators of the same level, he had never lost a single time.
Xu Liheng shouted sternly, "Little bastard, go and die! This is the price for challenging the strong! "
Chen Qing drew his sword, his eyes emotionless. "Shut up."
Circular after circle of sword Qis made from fish scales met with the seven foot long sword made of surging black air.
The black vortex in front of the seven foot long sword crazily revolved. It barged into the sword energy around it, twisting and shattering it one after another, and then was absorbed by the sword, disappearing without a trace.
Cheng Qing's attack was about to be completely disintegrated!
At this moment, a green lotus bloomed quietly on the tip of the sword in Cheng Qing's hand.
In the surging black gas, this blue lotus was not big, but it seemed incredibly holy.
When the green lotus landed on the black vortex, it floated majestically like a beauty who had left the world, like Chang'e in the Moon Palace that couldn't be desecrated.
In the blink of an eye, it felt as though a very long time had passed. The azure lotus blossomed, and white light scattered about like a snowstorm.
'Bang! 'a crisp sound was heard. The black vortex shattered like a mirror and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The black gas dispersed and the seven foot long sword no longer had any black light on it. It returned to its original state of a three foot long sword.
Xu Lihuan's chest tightened, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. His face was filled with disbelief, as he roared out unrestrainedly with unease: "This is impossible! Ever since I started cultivating the Netherworld God Sword, I have never lost! "
Before he could finish his words, Cheng Qing's long sword had already irreversibly flashed past his throat and stopped right behind him.
Time seemed to pause for a moment.
With a "pfft" sound, blood sprayed out from Xu Lihuan's throat. He clutched his throat as his face stiffened, unable to accept the fact before he fell to the ground.
Li Muhao was stupefied for a long time, and couldn't utter a word in shock. After a long while, he absent-mindedly asked, "What kind of technique is this, it's a little strong …"
Chen Qing sheathed his sword and turned around to look at Li Muhao. "What did you say you were here to help me with?"
Li Muhao's face turned red. What he wanted to say was, of course, to help Cheng Qing deal with the enemy, but before he could do so, Cheng Qing had cut down Xu Lihuan and the others with his sword. Naturally, he couldn't say anything about this help, otherwise it would have been obvious that he didn't have the foresight to do so.
Li Muhao's reaction was quick; he immediately puffed out his chest and said righteously, "I said I'd cheer for you!" He then clapped seriously, "Brother Chen, you are quite amazing!"
Cheng Qing glanced at Li Muhao and suddenly frowned, spitting out a mouthful of blood without warning.
Li Muhao was stunned, "Brother Chen, what are you doing?"
Cheng Qing squinted at him and was about to say something, but before he could, he spat out another mouthful of blood.