He's obviously the villain, but the heroine is all for him?

Atos looked towards the hill where Aikun originally stood and found that the mountain had disappeared.

His pupils shrank slightly, and he looked in the direction of the mountain top, and soon saw Ling Yun.

He felt something strange from Ling Yun.

It felt like a fateful confrontation.

Ling Yun caught his gaze sharply, his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, feeling eager to try.

This giant creature, ten feet tall, might be worthy of his third sword.

Sparks flew between their eyes. Artos, holding the giant sword, caught another monk who had just finished fighting and disappeared from the battlefield.

"That guy is very strong." Tai Shuying grabbed Ling Yun's arm, "You have to be careful."

"He's very interesting."

Ling Yun touched his chin, the corners of his lips slightly raised: "I hope he can hold on to the end."

As he spoke, he turned his gaze towards the battlefield again, searching for a certain being with a fighting spirit.

"Go away!"

Seeing him disappear, Tai Shuying simply sat down cross-legged with the other three women.

[Come to me.]

As the ethereal female voice fell, the four women were taken away by an indescribable force without any resistance.

When Ling Yun came out after his victory, they were no longer there.

The smile on his face disappeared, and his spiritual thoughts radiated out, but he could not find any trace of their existence. It seemed that they had disappeared in this world.

Was he attacked by a surprise attack, or...

He suddenly raised his head and looked at a corner of the sky with his divine eyes, as if he saw something.

Ling Yun was a little unhappy, so he took out his anger on other cultivators.

There are fewer and fewer mountains, and the remaining peaks are automatically attracted closer.

In the end, only four people were left.

They looked at each other, and Ling Yun and Atos tacitly chose the other two opponents.

"Hey, don't die." Before disappearing, Atos showed his fangs.

"You too."

Chapter 382 Big Demon

Scarlet, tyranny, sandstorm, blood moon...

In this devilish arena, Ling Yun and Atos finally met.

"Are you the Devouring Demon Emperor?"

Atos carried a greatsword and scanned Lingyun with a scrutinizing gaze, trying to find the king in the memory of the extraterritorial demon clan.

"I'm sorry, I killed him."

"Hahahaha!"

Atos just felt relaxed all over. From the memories of those monks, he thought that the strongest person in Taixuan Realm was the Devouring Demon Emperor who was sealed by many emperors many years ago. Now he learned that the young man in front of him actually killed him, which made Atos particularly excited.

The flesh wings behind him spread out, and his burly figure hovered in the air.

"You are worthy of being my opponent."

His red pupils widened, and the giant sword in his hand was surrounded by a blood-red aura.

Ling Yun looked straight ahead, the Axe of Creation in his hand. "Your aura is very mixed."

There were countless causes and effects entangled with Atos. Ling Yun didn't even know how he was promoted to the emperor with so much resentment. Under his divine eyes, dense swarms of wronged souls were entangled around Atos. If it were another person, he would have been harassed to death long ago, but Atos was like a demon without any problems.

"Those are the souls of those who were defeated." Artos raised his left hand, the cries of the wronged souls lingering in his ears. "I can kill them in life, let alone after death? Listen, what a wonderful symphony it is..."

Ling Yun narrowed his eyes slightly. According to his understanding, Atos should have gone crazy a long time ago.

Or perhaps, he was a complete madman, and no matter the wails of wronged souls or the deepening of his karma, nothing could stop him from becoming emperor.

Such a demon appeared in the other party's world, and its impact on the Taixuan Realm was even more serious than that of the Devouring Demon Emperor.

"Now there are only two of us left, please don't let me down, hahahahaha!"

Atos's devilish smile reminded Ling Yun of a fighting game on Blue Star. He swung the Axe of Creation to meet the giant sword that was coming down.

The collision between the two was silent. In less than half a second, the ground beneath Lingyun's feet quickly cracked, and the battlefield blessed by the way of heaven gradually collapsed under the battle between the two half-step saints.

Artos swung the greatsword in his hand for dozens of times, and Lingyun saw many routines in his swordsmanship.

Practice so many things?

Ling Yun split the void in front of him, and Artos rushed in and emerged from a crack hundreds of miles away.

The opponent suddenly turned around, only to see Ling Yun holding up his battle axe, inducing the power of heavenly thunder. The law of thunder and lightning covered his entire body, as if the god of thunder had descended to the earth, and the vast thunder fell like a torrential rain.

Dark clouds covered the sky and countless lightning bolts struck Atos, shattering his armor and electrifying his flesh.

"Hahahaha, so happy!"

Artos gradually got used to the baptism of thunder and lightning, slowly stood up from the ground, and swung his sword towards the lightning.

The sword cut off the lightning, and the demonic energy on Atos became heavier and heavier. When he was able to move freely, he waved his flesh wings and killed Lingyun.

“You’re really adaptable.”

Ling Yun raised his eyebrows and swung the Axe of Creation in his hand.

The axe blade was attached with the power of space, which once again teleported Atos to a hundred miles away.

Atos's face was full of dissatisfaction. What he liked most was pure combat. Fighting with an axe and a sword was what he longed for, not being taken around in circles by Lingyun like a dog!

"Are you still a man?" Artos attacked again, carrying his greatsword. "Fight like a man!"

This time the axe blade hit the axe blade, and before he could rejoice, Ling Yun disappeared again.

"Come out here!"

Atos was furious. When he saw Ling Yun's figure not far away, he rushed over in an instant and pierced the figure with a sword.

The shadow in front of him turned into nothingness. Atos felt a chill on his back. He turned around and was greeted by a dazzling golden light.

A huge wound almost cut him in two. Shocked, Artos quickly retreated, then lowered his head to check his injuries.

Even though the demon's body has amazing self-healing ability, it cannot be completely healed in a short period of time.

"On your left."

Artos immediately swung his sword, but found nothing on the left.

"Oops, I said the wrong direction... Die!"

With one axe strike, Artos's body burst open, and then the axe shadows flew all over the sky, and his flesh and blood body turned into powder.

Ling Yun retracted the Axe of Creation without a trace of joy on his face.

Logically speaking, even if he had taken this blow, he would most likely have died, but Atos's aura did not completely dissipate.

The blood moon in the sky turned deeper red, the battlefield darkened, the earth trembled, and dark clouds gathered, as if it could not bear the pressure of some living creature.

The wind and sand were so strong that Ling Yun covered his mouth and nose with the back of his hand, and no matter how the ground shook, he remained firmly planted on the ground like a nail.

The minced meat was condensed together by a powerful gravitational force and reassembled into a human form.

But this time, Atos's body was a little smaller, only about two meters, but the density of his body was incomparable.

"Your true form is that magic sword?"

Ling Yun figured it out. No wonder after Atos's body died, his aura did not dissipate, and no soul was found to remain.

"I am immortal."

The big sword fell, Lingyun raised his axe to block it, and a thousand-foot-long crack appeared under his feet.

Ling Yun glanced at a corner of the sky. The Taoist who was watching the battle had invisibly strengthened the battlefield. Otherwise, the destructive power of Atos would definitely be more than this.

"Now I am both Artos and the Demon Sword!"

"As long as the sword is not destroyed, the shadow will remain forever!"

Artos raised his sword high, the blood-red full moon turned into a crescent, and a high platform rose under his feet.

Wuhun, Shadow Throne!

Artos sat on it and stabbed the sword in his hand heavily into the ground. The solid earth cracked into countless cracks, and dark figures crawled out from it, holding their weapons and rushing over with screams.

Ling Yun noticed that these figures were actually vivid creatures of various colors.

"Is this the opponent that Artos once killed?"

Ling Yun frowned, and pierced one of them with the three-pointed, double-edged sword. The opponent did not die immediately, but punched him.

The law of force!

Ling Yun tilted his head, and the sound of fist wind blew past his ears, making his long hair at the temples flutter.

He spun the blade, pulled out the long sword, and swung it at the opponent's head again.

The black shadow raised his arms to try to block Ling Yun's attack, but was cut in half by Ling Yun's sword.

These puppets at least retain most of their combat power in life.

A golden cloud pattern appeared between Lingyun's eyebrows, and with golden light on his body, he leaped into the air and swept the disintegration rays towards those fearless puppets.

Artos sat on his throne, turning a blind eye to Lingyun slaughtering his army of flesh and blood.

At this moment, he was like a cold-blooded emperor, looking down at the soldiers charging forward.

Fortunately, these monsters would not regenerate after being decomposed by the law of disintegration. Ling Yun quickly cleared the battlefield and concentrated his firepower on Atos on the throne.

Atos blocked the impact of the rays, but the law of disintegration would be cumulative, and no matter how strong his defense was, it would eventually be broken down.

He swung the greatsword, and many dark warriors in solid armor appeared around the throne. They raised their shields to block the disintegration rays.

Ling Yun leaped into the air, and the soldiers changed their formation to face the rays and stopped him again.

"You like blocking, don't you?"

Ling Yun sneered, drained the surrounding spiritual energy, and overloaded it!

The shields and armor were torn apart like paper, revealing Artos behind them.

As expected, Atos's body was disintegrated again, but it soon reassembled.

"It's useless." Artos flapped his wings and flew to the same level as Lingyun. "No matter how many times you kill me, I will be resurrected again!"

Ling Yun couldn't estimate how much blood and flesh had been absorbed and stored in the magic sword that had accompanied Atos in battle until now. If he wanted to wear the opponent down, he would probably be the first to fall.

Then, let him act as his whetstone to see how powerful the Heaven-Cutting Sword Technique, which is blessed by the Yun Sword Technique, is.

He fell to the ground, and Artos followed him down.

Ling Yun raised three fingers.

"I will strike three times. If you can block them all, I will admit defeat."

Artos laughed wildly: "Don't even mention three swords, even ten or a hundred swords are fine!"

Ling Yun placed his hands on his waist and took a deep breath.

Although Artos spoke arrogantly, he was actually quite wary of Ling Yun. He had fought against opponents at the Half-Step Saint Realm before, but this was the first time he had fought against such a strong offensive opponent.

What's more, Ling Yun has been fighting with him until now and has never drawn the sword at his waist.

The silver-white long sword seemed simple and ordinary, but it gave him a premonition of extreme danger.

"Jianyi!"

A white light flashed, and before Artos could react, he was cut in two by the Demon-Slaying Sword.

After he condensed his new body, he said in surprise, "What a fast sword!"

Ling Yun glanced at the magic sword in Atos's hand, then gripped the hilt again.

Two swords!