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Two huge energy shock waves exploded at the moment of collision.
The terrifying ripples spread outward in circles. Wherever they passed, the air was distorted, the clouds were torn apart, and even the distant mountains trembled slightly in the invisible vibration.
The gravel on the ground shot out in all directions like fallen leaves blown up by the strong wind, hitting the ruins of the wall in the distance, making a dense crackling sound.
Tang Wutong's figure took hundreds of steps backwards. She stepped on the air more than ten times in succession before she could barely stabilize her figure.
At this time, she was holding Seagod Trident's halberd tightly with both hands.
Hold the artifact horizontally in front of you, and use the power of the artifact to reduce and resolve the energy impacts layer by layer.
But the impact still made her arms tremble slightly, and fine blood oozed from the tiger's mouth.
She took a deep breath and calmed down the surging air in her chest. Her eyes passed through the slowly dissipating energy aftermath and landed on Kong Deming opposite.
The moment Kong Deming launched the attack, his own Humanoid Soul Tool had already lit up.
The armor was half silver and half red, half as cold as the moon and half as hot as the sun.
It was a Peak Level 9 Humanoid Soul Tool that Kong Deming tailor-made for himself. Every component was handcrafted by him and perfectly matched his Martial Soul characteristics.
With this increase of Humanoid Soul Tool, Kong Deming was not greatly impacted by the backlash energy.
His figure only swayed slightly for a few steps, and even in the process of retreating, he had already activated Spatial Power again.
His figure was like a light spot, suddenly blurring on the spot, and then appeared less than ten feet in front of Tang Wutong.
The golden-white Sun Moon Divine Blade turned around in his right hand, with the tip of the knife facing downwards, and slashed straight towards Tang Wutong's face with a sharp arc.
Tang Wutong's pupils contracted, and her vision was blurred for a moment by Kong Deming's phantom-like figure.
It was as if all the reference objects in his sight had shifted at that moment.
Her fighting instinct subconsciously flipped Seagod Trident.
The golden halberd body was like a closing shield, blocking it in the direction where Kong Deming's figure finally disappeared.
The collision of the two artifacts in the night sky erupted with a harsh sound of gold and iron. The sound was sharp, and the sparks splashed out from the collision were scattered in the air.
Kong Deming looked at the slightly flustered face of Tang Wutong, who was biting his lower lip, and a sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"I thought you were holding a magical weapon and could use magical skills, so I kept my hand on guard and was on guard against your magical skills."
"But you didn't expect that this powerful artifact is just an embroidery vase in your hand. It's just for bluffing, right?"
Before he finished speaking, his right hand suddenly exerted force, and the Sun Moon Divine Blade suddenly burst out with blazing light in his palm.
The light spread rapidly along the blade, and a heavy force came from the handle, abruptly breaking the stalemate between the two of them wrestling with each other's artifacts.
Tang Wutong only felt that the Seagod Trident in his hand seemed to be pressed by an invisible mountain, sinking slightly.
Her wrist was slightly bent by the sudden surge of pressure, and the crack at the tiger's mouth widened slightly, and blood slowly flowed down the body of the halberd.
And at the same moment when she tried her best to stabilize the halberd, Kong Deming's left hand silently reached for Sun Moon Divine Blade's hilt.
His fingers clasped an inconspicuous depression on the surface of the seemingly integrated knife handle, and gently grasped it outward.
An extremely subtle sound of metal sliding sounded in the air--
A silver-white sword that looked like a smaller version of Sun Moon Divine Blade slid out from the hilt silently.
Sword Hidden in the Blade!!
Although the sword is nearly half shorter than Sun Moon Divine Blade, its blade is long and slender, with edges as thin as cicada wings and extremely sharp.
Tang Wutong's eyes suddenly opened wide at that moment, and she let out a short sound of surprise from deep in her throat.
But Kong Deming's movements have already poured down.
He holds a sword in his left hand and a knife in his right hand. The two weapons are crisscrossing up and down and circling left and right between his hands like flying butterflies.
The sharp sword light and sword shadow intertwined into a golden and silver network of light in his palm, each sword had a sound of breaking through the air, and each sword was wrapped with a sharpness that could cut through steel.
His figure kept rotating, cutting in, and withdrawing around the outside of Tang Wutong's defensive circle.
Tang Wutong gritted his teeth and rotated the Seagod Trident with both hands, constantly blocking, counter-picking, and sweeping.
The body of the halberd drew a series of golden arcs in the air, and the collision with Kong Deming's sword produced a metallic crisp sound as dense as fried beans.
A layer of fine beads of sweat oozed out on her forehead. The sweat rolled down her brow bone and slid into her eyes. There was a tingling sensation, but she didn't even have time to blink.
However, Kong Deming's knife skills and swordsmanship are simply too powerful.
His hands seemed to have independent consciousness, launching attacks with completely different frequencies and angles at the same time.
The sword in his left hand was as cunning and swift as a snake's letter, and the knife in his right hand was as heavy and domineering as a giant axe, causing Tang Wutong's defensive formation to gradually begin to show slight flaws.
Finally, during a block, Seagod Trident's halberd body was pressed with a very small deviation by Sun Moon Divine Blade.
Tang Wutong's right shoulder retreated slightly by less than half an inch. It was an extremely short flaw, so short that even Tang Wutong himself was not fully aware of it.
But Kong Deming's eyes caught this flaw, and his silver sword had penetrated directly into Tang Wutong's lower abdomen along the gap.
The cold blade pierced the armor, penetrated the muscles, and cut into the abdominal cavity, making a dull sound like tearing.
Tang Wutong's figure stiffened suddenly, and a painful scream suddenly exploded from the depths of her throat.
The strength in her hand was obviously weakened by the severe pain.
Kong Deming seized this moment and Sun Moon Divine Blade in his right hand suddenly lifted up.
The back of the knife accurately caught the golden halberd body of Seagod Trident, lifting it upward like a lever being pried.
Directly exposing Tang Wutong's slightly forward neck.
At this time, Sun Moon Divine Blade's blade was already touching the aorta on the side of her neck.
The cold metal touch against her skin caused a layer of fine goosebumps to appear on her body involuntarily.
Kong Deming shouted sharply, with a heavy and cold voice. "Put down the artifact in your hand and kneel down! Otherwise, you will die!!!"
Tang Wutong's teeth were clenched together, and her body was shaking violently.
Warm blood continuously poured out from the wound on her lower abdomen, dyeing her robe a shocking dark red.
Her eyes were fixed on Kong Deming, her eyes filled with anger and unwillingness. She would rather die standing than bend her knees like a bereaved dog.
Kong Deming saw her look like she would rather die than surrender, and the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.
The sword in his left hand began to pierce back and forth on the lower abdominal wound that was already dripping with blood.
Each sword thrust, drawn out, and thrust again was as precise and cold as a machine.
Blood sputtered out every time the sword came in and out, staining the front of Kong Deming's battle armor and Tang Wutong's body red.
A total of nine thrusts and nine withdrawals--Nine Swords, Eighteen Holes.
Those eighteen blood holes covered Tang Wutong's lower abdomen and waist, and each blood hole accurately avoided her vital organs.
But every bloody hole was enough to make her feel the extreme pain of being torn apart alive.
Her pupils were trembling violently, as if she could no longer focus her sight, and blood was slowly flowing out of her seven orifices.
Dark red juice slowly oozed from the corners of her eyes, nose, ears, and mouth.
Her body swayed slightly in the air, and every breath was accompanied by a hoarse moan from deep in her throat.
At this moment, her face had turned a dead white, as if all the blood in her body was being drained bit by bit from the surging blood holes.
Her hearing began to hallucinate, and the originally clear sounds were gradually becoming distant and blurred.
Instead, what echoed in her ears was the pattering sound of her own blood dripping, and the subtle trembling sound of flesh and blood being torn apart.
Kong Deming Nine Swords, Eighteen Holes's technique was extremely sophisticated, and he did not stab at any fatal place.
He was just using the most cruel method to make Tang Wutong's body endure the maximum amount of pain while preventing her from dying on the spot.
Tang Wutong's body felt as if all support had been taken away. She suddenly went limp and her knees bent uncontrollably.
The whole person knelt in mid-air, and the Seagod Trident in his hand was helplessly released.
The golden artifact flipped twice in the air and hit the ground like a falling meteorite.
Kong Deming subconsciously wanted to reach out to pick it up, but halfway through, his hand suddenly retracted.
He clearly remembered that just his Sun Moon Divine Blade weighed tens of thousands of kilograms in the hands of outsiders.
And the Seagod Trident in front of me is rumored to weigh one hundred and eight thousand kilograms. If I pick it up rashly...
I'm afraid, not only will I be unable to catch the artifact, but my own hand will be torn off by the inertia of the fall.
He turned and suddenly pushed Soul Power in the air, and a wave of Soul Power knocked the falling Seagod Trident sideways.
It deviated from the direction and hit the Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineer Regiment military camp in the distance heavily.
The golden artifact hit the ground, instantly creating a deep crater with a diameter of more than a hundred meters.
Mud and gravel splashed around like a fountain, and even several tents in the distance were shaken by the shock wave.
After Kong Deming took down Tang Wutong, there was no trace of pride on his face. Instead, there was a sense of displeasure and irritability in his eyes.
He looked down at Tang Wutong, who was kneeling in front of him, covered in blood, and his voice was cold and impatient:
"Death is imminent, and you still want to use a magical weapon to defeat me. I almost got into trouble with you."
"So what if you and I are of the same level? I have lived for more than 150 years and have never seen any big storms. How can I lose to a yellow-haired girl like you?"
As he spoke, his left hand directly pinched the Tianling Cap on top of Tang Wutong's head, and held her head tightly with five fingers.
Sun Moon Divine Blade's blade also touched her neck again.
The edge of the blade had cut into the skin on the side of her neck, and a thin line of blood was slowly sliding down the blade.
Tang Wutong's upper body was completely covered in blood, and the blood continued to gush out from her eighteen blood holes.
Her originally blue-pink robe was dyed a deep dark red, and even the color of the material could no longer be identified.
Her blood continued to flow downward, dripping down her clothes and onto the crook of her knees, and then along her calves to her shoes and socks.
Her originally clean knee-high socks and high heels were soaked in a wet deep red.
At this moment, she looked miserable and shaky, as if she would fall apart completely at any time.
Kong Deming suddenly raised his head, his eyes like sharp arrows piercing Niu Tian in the distance. "That beast in the distance!"
"Stop it, old man--!!!"
Niu Tian was about to launch the next round of fierce attack on Long Aotian, but when he heard the sharp shout, he suddenly stopped.
He turned around and his eyes fell on the figure kneeling in the air covered in blood. His eyes were instantly bloodshot, filled with uncontrollable rage and murderous intent.
His voice was angry, with a tremor that could almost bite Teeth into pieces:
"Kong Deming, you are so brave, do you know whose daughter she is? I advise you to put her down and heal her injuries!"
"Otherwise--you will die!!"
His left hand was clenched into a fist at his side, his knuckles turned white as he tried his best to suppress the anger that was about to burst out.
Kong Deming just laughed wildly, "I have lived for more than 150 years, I have lived enough!"
"If you don't want her to die, then stop me! Otherwise - I will let her blood splatter three feet and her head fall to the ground!"
His voice fell one word at a time, and each word cracked Niu Tian's reason one after another.
Niu Tian was furious, and his voice was like a stone stuck in his throat. "You..."
Kong Deming then turned to look at Long Aotian, as if giving an order:
"Boy, you've been fighting with him for so long, it's time to decide the winner!"
"Kill him!!"
Then, he turned his gaze back to Niu Tian, with a stern look, and added:
"If you dare to fight back, I will cut off her head too!!"
Niu Tian was furious, his chest heaved violently, and his red eyes were filled with incomparable anger.
But when he saw Kong Deming's serious and excited look, he didn't dare to bet.
At this moment, he was controlled by others, and he had no choice. No matter how much murderous intention and unwillingness he had in his heart, he could only accept it reluctantly.
He took back his Martial Soul, and the huge shadow of Azure Divine Dragon slowly faded away, and the cyan thunder around it was extinguished little by little.