Legend of the Asura Emperor

With a burst of energy, at that moment, the Netherflame Sword in Jun Han's hand emitted a sound like a heartbeat and was instantly surrounded by incredibly terrifying black energy!

Sensing the pulse of the Netherflame Sword, Jun Han pointed his sword forward, and a jet-black sword pressure instantly erupted from the Netherflame Sword, directly impacting a beam of black light in front of him.

'boom! ! ’

The sword pressure transformed into a pitch-black sphere and crashed directly into a beam of black light, shattering it. The sphere formed by the sword pressure also exploded. Seeing that the demonized sword pressure could effectively suppress the black light, Jun Han hurriedly used his demonized Netherflame Sword to deal with the large amount of black light sweeping over him!

This technique, "Demonization of Mystic Weapons," belonged to Jun Hanyi, a demon clan friend. It can imbue ordinary mystic weapons with demonic power, thereby absorbing demonic energy from heaven and earth.

However, although this move can enhance the damage of the Xuan weapon in a short period of time, the demonized Xuan weapon will be completely destroyed after each use.

'Boom boom boom...'

The continuous black light was broken by Jun Han's demonized sword pressure, and Ye Wuying's expression also became extremely gloomy. He stopped waving his hands, and the next moment, Ye Wuying rushed towards Jun Han under the cover of the black light.

Seeing Ye Wuying flash by and reach a point not far in front of him, Jun Han didn't hold back. He pointed his Netherflame Sword, and a powerful sword pressure surged directly towards Ye Wuying.

Seeing the overwhelming black sword pressure sweeping towards him, Ye Wuying frowned deeply. Only by facing it head-on could he clearly feel the power of the Netherflame Sword's pressure. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and Ye Wuying's right hand, enveloped in intense black light, transformed into a beast's claw and slammed down fiercely, directly striking the spherical sword pressure in front of him.

'Boom!'

Another loud bang! Under Ye Wuying's overwhelming power, the demonized sword pressure was instantly suppressed. At that moment, Jun Han's figure suddenly leaped forward. Jun Han had already transferred the Netherflame Sword to his left hand, and his right hand directly condensed a blood-red longsword. The next moment, golden-red light swept straight towards Ye Wuying.

"It's no use telling you now, haven't you learned your lesson yet?" As he roared, Ye Wuying's entire body shimmered with black light. This burst of black light surged directly towards Jun Han's golden-red sword light. In an instant, Jun Han once again felt a powerful surge of energy rushing into his body.

"Damn it."

The intense energy raged once more, damaging Jun Han's body. Gritting his teeth, he resisted the onslaught of the energy, and with a sudden swing of the Netherflame Sword in his left hand, a circle of pitch-black light erupted from Jun Han's center. The rapidly spreading black light dispersed the spreading black light and simultaneously pushed Ye Wuying away.

"Huh...huh..."

Heavy breathing continued. Two consecutive strong surges of energy nearly melted Jun Han's bones with the black energy. If he were to be hit by that kind of intense energy again, he would probably be melted on the spot.

Ye Wuying, who had been repelled by the aura of the Netherflame Sword, also turned pale. After a while, he exhaled a breath of dark air, which distorted the surrounding air, seemingly expelling the aura of the Netherflame Sword's invasion.

Sheathing his crimson longsword, Jun Han realized that the demonized Netherflame Sword was far more suitable for dealing with Ye Wuying than the simple crimson longsword. His killing intent surged forth, and Jun Han coldly said, "Ye Wuying, continue."

"Enough with the nonsense. If this is all you've got, then you can just wait to die here." With a cold smile, Ye Wuying said indifferently. As soon as he finished speaking, both of them moved simultaneously, and in the next instant, their figures had already darted out.

"kill,."

With continuous swings of the Netherflame Sword, crescent-shaped jet-black sword energy shot out repeatedly. This sword energy, carrying an aura of icy chill that seemed to freeze everything, could send shivers down one's spine even before contact. In response to Jun Han's sword energy, Ye Wuying countered with bursts of intense black light. For a moment, the only dominant colors in this void were the jet-black sword light and the violent black energy.

"Die!" A flash of black light appeared, and as one hand pressed down, the blackness transformed into a gigantic palm. Seeing that massive black palm descend, even a fool could guess the consequences of being crushed. Gritting his teeth, Jun Han swung the Netherflame Sword downwards once more, and the pitch-black light centered on Jun Han expanded outwards once more.

"You think it will work every time?" With a cold snort, Ye Wuying's hand continued its relentless attack. The giant black palm shattered the dark light barrier, and taking advantage of the brief moment the barrier bought, Jun Han rolled away, narrowly dodging the black palm strike. However, the powerful black energy still made Jun Han's body go numb.

"How long can you hide?"

Having missed his first attack, Ye Wuying had no intention of letting Jun Han go. He raised his hand and immediately attacked Jun Han again.

"Hide? You're the one who should be hiding now! Demonic energy gathers!"

Jun Han, who had stood up, also raised the Netherflame Sword high and began to spin it. As soon as the Netherflame Sword spun, the demonic energy hidden around heaven and earth immediately began to surge wildly towards the already demonized Netherflame Sword.

The abundant demonic energy allowed the Netherflame Sword to condense demonic energy hundreds of times faster; in just one turn, the whirlwind spinning above Jun Han's head had already taken shape.

Seeing that Ye Wuying had transformed into a giant black palm and was about to strike, Jun Han showed no mercy and directly slashed his sword at the giant black palm, which resembled a net from heaven and earth.

"Demonic Martial Art: Demonic Dragon Descends!"

A roaring demonic dragon burst forth from the Netherflame Sword, and with a final roar, this jet-black dragon formed from demonic energy slammed directly into the giant black palm.

Upon first contact, Ye Wuying felt the terror of the demonic dragon descending upon the world.

The roaring dragon slammed into everything in its path, causing Ye Wuying to slip backward.

"Damn it! How could I, Ye Wuying, be defeated by something like this? How could I, Ye Wuying, be inferior to your inexplicable martial arts?" Ye Wuying roared, his right hand clenching suddenly. The enormous black hand clenched and unclenched, and with the final pull, the demonic dragon conjured by the Demonic Dragon's Descent was seized by Ye Wuying.

"Roar!!"

With a roar to the sky, Ye Wuying clenched his fist to its tightest point. Simultaneously, his black palm crushed the demonic dragon that had been conjured by the Demonic Dragon's Descent. With a deafening boom, the demonic dragon was instantly shattered by Ye Wuying's grip, and the force that followed shattered his black palm as well.

"You bastard."

Although he had broken Jun Han's Demonic Dragon Descent, Ye Wuying's expression was even worse than before. No, perhaps it should be said that Ye Wuying's face suddenly turned pale after breaking the Demonic Dragon Descent. This was because, while Ye Wuying was fighting against the Demonic Dragon Descent, Jun Han swung the Netherflame Sword in his hand for the second time.

When Ye Wuying crushed the demonic dragon that the Demonic Dragon Descended to Earth had conjured, a black demonic tornado, more than ten times larger than before, had already condensed above Jun Han's head. Faintly, violent dragon roars seemed to sweep out from the dark whirlwind.