Slaying God: The Agent of the Ancestral Witch, Starting with the Nine-Turn Mysterious Art

Pangu Temple.

Di Jiang snapped his fingers lightly, and a space teleportation array appeared in front of him.

"I can send one out, but I also need the cooperation of the three ancestor witches to maintain this space formation."

"Who of you wants to go out?"

Xuan Ming, who had been sitting in the corner, slowly stood up, walked towards Di Jiang, and asked in a cold voice, "How long can your space formation last?"

Di Jiang smiled and said, "It should last for a quarter of an hour."

Xuan Ming said coldly, "That's enough."

Among the twelve ancient witches, Dijiang, Zhu Jiuyin, Xuanming, and Houtu are T0-level existences among the supreme gods.

Zhu Jiuyin has traveled through time with the help of the river of time. Dijiang needs to maintain the space formation, and Houtu has not fully awakened.

As the strongest fighter present, Xuanming is the best candidate to fight.

The three ancient witches Tianwu, Jumang and Qiangliang stood behind Dijiang and injected their divine power into his body.

Di Jiang activated the space formation and instructed: "The space formation can only last for a quarter of an hour, so fight quickly and decisively."

Xuan Ming nodded coldly.

hum!

A dark golden ripple spread out, and the space crack was like a brilliant galaxy, spinning continuously.

Xuanming transformed into an ice-blue stream of light and rushed into the space crack.

At the same time, the countdown that Yi had been silently reciting in his heart ended, and the arrow of space directly hit the center of the magic circle left by Merlin!

hum!

Brilliant dark golden ripples spread out, and an icy beauty wearing an ice-blue dress and possessing a stunning face walked out of the space teleportation array.

Xuan Ming glanced around coldly and immediately spotted her prey.

Bergelmir was stared at by Xuanming's murderous eyes. As a frost giant, he felt the bone-chilling cold for the first time, rising from the soles of his feet to the top of his head!

Xuan Ming's eyes turned cold, without saying a word, he raised his hand and condensed a frost blade, rushing towards Bergelmir!

Bergelmir raised the long ice knife in his hand and slashed it down fiercely. The frost in the sky froze the surrounding space and time, trying to stop Xuanming's attack.

Xuan Ming's murderous intent was like frost, and like a sharp ice blade, he cut through the thick ice wall around him, sweeping with terrifying divine power to attack Bergelmir!

Swish!Swish!Swish!

The frost blade swung out a series of afterimages, containing a strong murderous intent, and attacked Bergelmir like snowflakes in the sky.

Bergelmir blocked with his sword, but was forced to retreat again and again by Xuanming's sword strikes, each one faster than the last!

Forced into a desperate situation, Bergelmir thrust the icy long knife in his hand fiercely into the ground, and with himself as the center, he swept away the terrifying icy power!

Horrifying ice cones condensed in the void, like snowflakes flying in the sky, attacking Xuanming!

Xuan Ming was like an elegant butterfly, dodging left and right, nimbly avoiding all the ice cones flying towards her.

She stepped on the huge ice cones, jumping and dodging continuously, like a frost dancer dancing on the edge of a knife, dangerous and charming!

With the help of the ice cones in the sky, Xuan Ming held the frost blade and cut a huge ice cone in the middle. With a flash of cold light, he chopped towards Bergelmir's huge head!

Bergelmir blocked with his sword, but was still forced to retreat again and again by Xuanming's terrifying power.

This strange scene was like a flying butterfly knocking an elephant away.

Bergelmir gritted his teeth, steadied his body, and held the long ice knife in both hands, gathering countless ice forces to form a giant frost blade in the void, freezing everything around it, and slashed towards Xuanming fiercely!

Xuanming's eyes turned cold, and he immediately revealed his true form as the Ancestral Witch.

A pair of icy wings spread out, he was wearing a sky-blue feather robe, with two green snakes under his feet, exuding a terrifying supreme divine power!

Xuan Ming simply grabbed the giant frost blade that fell from the sky with one hand, and the terrifying icy power around her could not hurt her at all!

Waves of murderous intent spread out, Xuanming exerted force with his five fingers, and crisp ice cracking sounds were heard. Ice cracks began to appear on the giant ice blade!

Snapped! ! !

He crushed the giant frost blade that was powerful enough to destroy the world with his bare hands. Amidst the shattered ice, the frost wings behind Xuan Ming flashed, and he instantly appeared in front of Bergelmir. Sharp ice bone spurs popped out from his arms, and he danced a dance of killing like an elegant dancer!

Every time Xuan Ming's figure passed by Bergelmir, a blood mark deep enough to see the bone would be left on his body!

Bergelmir was surrounded by Xuanming's killing dance and had no power to resist at all. He was like a mouse caught by a cat, being toyed with at will before his death!

It's freezing cold here, but it's bustling over there!

The entire Asgard was divided into two battlefields of ice and fire, and was in dire straits.

boom! ! !

The Twilight Sword and the Flame Halberd collided fiercely, sending out a terrifying shock wave of divine power, and a sea of ​​fire surged like the end of the world!

Zhu Rong was knocked back hard by this terrifying blow, and he had to slam the flaming halberd in his hand into the ground before he could barely stabilize his body.

In terms of strength, both of them are T1-level existences among the Supreme Gods, which is above average.

But Surtur happened to be holding a supreme artifact with fire attributes in his hand, which perfectly matched his abilities.

Surtur, holding the Twilight Sword, is already the strongest among the T1 echelon of the Supreme Gods.

Zhurong's Dutian Divine Fire has little suppressing effect on Surtur's Eternal Fire, and the two are evenly matched in terms of strength.

If the Twilight Sword wasn't so difficult to deal with, Zhu Rong would have defeated Surtur long ago!

Zhurong was furious, and swung the flaming halberd in his hand, creating a giant flaming blade that pierced through the sky and earth, and slashed towards Surtur fiercely!

Surtur was equally unwilling to be outdone, and he swung the Twilight Sword in his hand, creating a flaming blade that expanded like the horizon!

Two terrifying giant flaming blades, one vertical and one horizontal, divided the sky and the earth into four different areas, turning into a sea of ​​fire!

boom! ! !

The terrifying flames collided with each other, and the violent explosion was like the explosion of the sun, and the hot shock wave could not dissipate for a long time!

Zhu Rong was knocked back by the terrifying impact force and was forced directly from the battlefield of fire to the battlefield of ice.

The scorching flames all over his body instantly melted the ice around him, and countless water vapors immediately surged up.

Xuan Ming looked at Zhu Rong coldly and said, "Aren't you usually quite boastful? Why are you so lame in a real fight?"

Zhu Rong said stubbornly, "If that kid hadn't relied on the powerful supreme artifact in his hand, I would have knocked him down long ago!"

Xuan Ming said coldly, "The Frost Giant has been severely injured by my Killing Dance. It's a relief for you."

"Be careful, the sword in his hand has a significant inhibitory effect on your ice power."

As he spoke, Xuanming and Zhurong exchanged opponents, ice against flames, and a duel of ice and fire was staged at the same time!