Human Race Peak vs. Morning Vine Night Python!

The suddenly appearing sharp sword came from the Human Race's strongest expert, Long Qing.

The enraged Night Python naturally failed to notice this suddenly appearing cold sword.

Now,

it was already too late to evade.

Clang, hiss—

When Long Qing's sword aura stabbed into the Night Python's pitch-black body, which looked as though it had been forged from steel,

it actually produced the sound of metal striking metal.

Then,

a shower of sparks scattered downward.

However,

there was no doubt that Long Qing's sword was a genuine high-grade Void Divine Artifact.

It was incomparably sharp, capable of cutting iron like mud!

Had the Night Python been allowed to continue growing,

it might not have been able to pierce through its defenses.

But now, it quickly broke through its armor!

The wound split open, and huge drops of Night Python blood crashed down like millstones, sinking into the seabed.

They dyed the bloody ocean an even deeper crimson.

Hiss—

The Night Python let out an enraged roar.

It had not expected that, in a moment of carelessness,

it would be successfully ambushed by that hateful Human Race member.

"Damn it, damn it!"

The Night Python's muscles writhed, directly clamping down on the golden light-emitting sword and making it impossible for it to advance another inch.

Its killing intent toward Long Qing surged wildly.

Now, besides instantaneous piercing, the Night Python had awakened other abilities from its memories.

Bang!

Long Qing's sword was forcibly squeezed out.

Then, the Night Python's muscles writhed.

That wound actually began healing at an astonishing speed.

Its eyes were crimson like blood, while its body was shrouded in black light and rapidly shrank.

Like black lightning melting into the darkness, it pierced toward Long Qing.

"Ninth-rank God-tier Star Arts—Golden Light Sword Formation!"

Long Qing shouted coldly.

Clang,