Mozun has too many vests

Mingji looked at the lower half of Mozun's face, feeling confused.

The demon's strange temperament is very different from that of everyone in the cultivation world. He is sure he has not seen the demon, but why does he seem to have seen him somewhere?

As the breeze blew, the leaves made a rustling sound, Mingji concentrated his attention, and saw that the leaves of the whole tree below him were detached from the branches in an instant, and the soft leaves became hard like iron, shooting towards him very quickly.

"Crack-"

The leaves stopped in front of Ming Ji, unable to move forward, and then they turned into powder and slowly fell as if they were crushed by invisible big hands.

After the dust cleared, Mingji looked at the Demon Lord again, and found that the Demon Lord had sat up from the branch, his eyes were looking in his direction.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and neither of them made any rash moves. The Mozun lazily said, "What was the Xianjun doing just now? Could it be that he was peeking at the deity sleeping?"

Mingji was taken aback, thought for a moment, and found that he really stared at the lying Mozun for a long time.

Did he do such a rude thing unknowingly?

"Sorry, I didn't mean it." Mingji apologized sincerely: "I just look familiar to you, have we met somewhere?"

Mingji hoped that Mozun could answer his doubts, but he didn't want Mozun to twitch his thin lips and make a smile: "...familiar? Heh, this way of striking up a conversation may have been outdated for thousands of years, it seems that Xianjun is really Bewildered by this deity, I can say anything. It's a pity that Xianjun is not in the demon world, and I am afraid that I will not have this opportunity to have a good time with this deity."

Who wants to have a good time with a big devil?How outdated is this way of striking up a conversation, it is obviously very trendy, young people like it the most.

No, he wasn't accosting the devil!

Mingji glared at Mozun, and the smile on Mozun's face widened a bit, and two pointed canine teeth could be seen faintly: "Not necessarily, after I finish fighting all the cultivators and unify the two worlds, maybe I will give Xianjun a Opportunity. Xianjun, you have to dress up better when the time comes, or you can’t look like this.”

Mingji is not a fool, so he can't hear that the devil is provoking him.This level of ridicule may be called a joke on a friend, but it is a very insulting provocation on both sides of the enemy. If it is a grumpy monk, I am afraid that he will have rushed to fight the demon king by this time.

Mingji has always had a good temper, but he was not angered by the Demon Lord, he only felt that the Demon Lord spoke frivolously.

Frowning, he stretched out his right hand, and a sword emitting a faint blue light appeared in his hand.

No matter why he felt that the Demon Lord seemed familiar, what he had to do now was to defeat the Demon Lord and drive him back to the Demon Realm.

Clenching the sword in his hand tightly, Mingji's mood was solemn.

If a monk's cultivation base is higher than another monk's realm, then he can see through that person's strength. He can't see through the strength of the Demon Lord now, which means that he is not much stronger than the Demon Lord, and may even be lower than the Demon Lord. So he had to be careful.

"Heh." The Mozun chuckled, leaped into the air to be level with Mingji, and drew his sword from his dantian.

The sword body was pitch black, and a thick bloody aura emanated from the sword body. I don't know how much blood was contaminated to become what it is now.

"You are much more interesting than those hypocrites who talk about benevolence, righteousness and morality," Mozun said, "I won't seriously injure you. I only beat you until you become unconscious, and then throw it out here. What do you think?"

"Arrogance." Mingji snorted softly, the light of the sword in his hand turned from blue to snow, and boundless chill radiated from the sword.

The name of this sword is Four Seasons. As the name suggests, the sword is divided into four forms: spring, summer, autumn and winter. Among them, the most lethal one is the winter form.

Sensing Mingji's fighting intent, the blade of the sword let out a low moan, trembling slightly with excitement.

I don't know how many years, since Mingji became No.1 in Qingyuan Continent, it has been kept in a gentle spring form by Mingji, even in the face of the people who came to Mingji to discuss, it has not changed its form.Thinking about it, the people who came to Mingji to compete were all his friends who were not as strong as him, how could Mingji show his true fighting spirit.

Mingji's fingertips caressed the blade of the sword, and the blade became brighter and brighter, and the chill spread in it, causing the soil on the mountain to freeze.

"Hmph, what's the use of putting on airs?" Mozun sneered, stopped talking, and raised the sword in his hand to bully him.

"when--"

The two swords, one black and one white, collided, and with a huge impact of spiritual power, they flattened Wuji Peak with a bang.

The powerhouses in the Mahayana period fought at such a speed that they could not even be seen clearly with the naked eye.The two of them went through hundreds of moves, and Mingji gradually saw through the demon's sword moves.

Mozun's moves are not impenetrable, on the contrary, there are still many flaws.It's just that these flaws are very ingenious, if he wants to use these flaws to attack the Demon Lord, he will definitely reveal his flaws and be attacked by the Demon Lord.

The conditions in the Demon Realm are difficult, and the talents of the people in the Demon Realm are also different from those of the cultivators in Qingyuan Continent. They are physically strong, and they will heal very quickly even after being injured.

The Mozun's intentions are quite obvious.

Mingji's face darkened, and without hesitation, he stabbed at the weak point exposed by the Mozun with a sword.In an instant, he heard a chuckle, and the black sword exuding a strong bloody aura slashed at his right arm at the same time.

"Shh-"

The sound of the sharp sword cutting through the clothes sounded, and the Four Seasons Sword cut through the waist and abdomen of the opposite person, and the icy sword edge drew a bloodstain on the Mozun's body, and the bloodstain condensed into frost, and the frost spread from the wound, spreading into the wounded body. A place covered by clothing.

And the sword that Mozun slashed stopped an inch on Mingji's arm, and was lightly blocked by a fiery red feather.

After the feather suffered a blow from the Demon Lord, it turned into specks of light and disappeared into the sky and the earth.

Mozun quickly changed the defense of his sword moves, changed the previous offensive method with many loopholes, and became airtight.

Hearing his voice, Ming Ji said coldly: "How many of these things do you have?"

"A lot." Mingji said truthfully.

The Demon Lord sneered, and said in a strange way: "Qingyuan Continent is indeed rich in resources, and there are all kinds of treasures. Unlike our Demon Realm, there is nothing you want. As the master of a world, this deity may not have as many treasures as you." Half of the little monk."

Mingji has nothing to say, he is not a little monk, he is the most powerful immortal on this continent, so he has more treasures.

It's just that Mozun didn't seem to regard him as the No.1 of Qingyuan Continent, but just regarded him as a relatively powerful monk.

It is also clear why this is so obvious. His face is too ordinary and ordinary, without the appearance of a big man. He has encountered such things too many times.

The Demon Venerable retreated a few steps, threw the sword into the air, and swung the long sword automatically, interweaving a sword net during the dancing, separating Mingji from the Demon Venerable.

"Do you think you can defeat this deity with these things?" Mozun said gloomyly: "Unfortunately, I'm afraid there is no such possibility."

Taking advantage of Mingji being entangled by the sword net, Mozun quickly bit his tiger's mouth, the skin of the tiger's mouth was pierced by his teeth, and bright red blood flowed out.

The Demon Venerable squeezed a fist, and the blood that flowed out continued to rotate and deform, and finally turned into a humanoid that was exactly the same as the Demon Venerable.Mingji poked out his consciousness to sense it, and was surprised to find that he couldn't perceive which one was the Demon Lord's body, and the avatar made of blood was like a real person, no different from a real person.

What kind of secret technique is this? Could it be that the strength of the avatar is also the same as that of the Demon Lord?

Mingji's expression became serious. He might be able to deal with a Mahayana demon, but if two Mahayana demons deal with him together, he might not be able to last long.

Could it be that Qingyuan Continent really couldn't escape this catastrophe this time?

"Are you afraid?" Mozun stretched out his hand, and the flying sword returned to his hand.He seemed to have seen through what Mingji was thinking, sneered, and fought against Mingji again.

The other Demon Lord, whether it was the demon or the main body, did not attack together. He stepped back and landed on the ground. After a while, a gray formation enveloped the world for several miles.

Ming Ji looked at the sky vigilantly, for some reason, he suddenly felt uneasy.

"This is my God Destroyer Formation," the Mozun who fought against Mingji stared at his expression, and explained with great interest: "Those who enter this formation will have the power of all magic weapons on them reduced by [-]%. Xianjun , without the treasures to protect you, do you still dare to fight me?"

Why dare not!

After listening to the explanation, Mingji heaved a sigh of relief.He became the strongest, never relying on those foreign objects, if Mozun thought that this could restrict him, it would be a big mistake.

Mozun didn't get the answer he wanted, he snorted coldly, and started fighting with Mingji.

The fierce sword energy pierced the sky, and Ming Ji attacked the Mozun's opening again, slashing at his shoulder.At the same time, Mozun's long sword mercilessly cut towards Mingji's neck.

Ming Ji mobilized his spiritual power to protect his whole body, but felt a chill on his face, something was broken by the domineering sword energy, blown away by the wind.