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This is an obsessed woman with a convex figure and a flawless appearance. Her extremely charming beauty can no longer be described in words, especially her eyes, which seem to suck people's souls and make people immerse themselves in forever.

She looked at Meng Moru, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and she chuckled, "Why, I hated me so much that I was so crazy that I didn't know me so soon?"

This woman is Ye Daifei.

Just now, in a critical moment, she used the black type while in the transformation of the Night Sword God Shika, so she looked like Shika's black type explosive form.

Reversal body, Night Sword God Shixiang!

Meng Moru's face was solemn. Although he was reluctant to admit it, he did feel a breath from Ye Daifei that was not inferior to himself. In other words, this girl is now a strong man at the level of sect!

"What methods have you used and why your strength has improved so much?" Meng Moru asked in a deep voice. Ye Daifei's condition was too abnormal at this moment. At the last moment, he was just a little person who could control him, but in a blink of an eye, he transformed himself into a powerful person who was not inferior to his sect's realm. The contrast is too great, and he has not recovered until now.

"I dare to come to the banquet today, so naturally I cannot be without a little certainty, including everything that might have caused after killing Meng Junqi... I took it into consideration. The only thing I didn't expect was your variable. A person who should have died long ago suddenly appeared, and his strength was further than before he reached the level of a sect. I guess no one expected it? Including me, it really surprised me. But fortunately, this is nothing. My backhand was originally planned to be left to the master of Meng Junqi, who is very likely to exist. Now it's not bad to face you." Ye Daifei still kept smiling, but the smile was so heart-shaking, with danger in beauty, like a rose, beauty and crisis coexist, making people can only stand in a distance and not dare to touch it.

Meng Moru was silent. His face was gloomy and he was thinking wildly about what special means were there in the world that could instantly promote an eight-class class. This was unheard of. If it was spread, it would definitely scare a group of people!

"After that, this is the power of the sect level. It's really powerful. No wonder you could suppress me just now. It's really a world of difference from the broken earth level." Ye Daifei raised a plain hand, her fingers were slender and pale, and her face was fascinated. She suddenly took a deep breath, and the black mist surrounding her jumped. The next second, the cosmic energy suddenly gathered towards her at a terrible level. The alien energy that had been consumed was instantly filled with energy, and every time a trace of it overflowed, it would replenish immediately.

Black state, unlimited energy!

With the help of raising her hand, a silver-white and beautiful energy hand condensed in the air. She was not skilled at the beginning, and her energy palm kept shaking, as if it would shatter at any time, but almost only a few breaths passed, and the energy hand was completely stabilized. As she relaxed her fingers, she was really very flexible as if her own palms were.

She has completely mastered this method that every sect-level strongman can master without a teacher.

Ye Daifei raised a white hand, and a bolt from the blue flashed over the sky, and the thunder buzzed. Then, in the horrifying eyes of everyone, a black vortex appeared, and a golden throne slowly fell.

She jumped suddenly, and with a bang, a huge pit of ten meters appeared under her feet, which was suffocating. She flashed to the throne, pulled out a sword from the back of the chair, and squeezed it into her hand.

This giant sword is somewhat similar to Aosha Gong in terms of shape, but it is purely pitch black, with only a single blade, and its aura is a hundred times more terrifying than Aosha Gong!

Tyrant public!!

Ye Daifei is graceful and stands floating above the sky, her purple and black war skirt flutters in the wind, her jade feet step on the mysterious golden throne, her face looks like jade, looking down at all living beings, holding a tyrannical male finger in her hand, pointing to the earth, like an empress who is dominating the world!

At this moment, everyone who saw this scene below had an urge to kneel down and worship. They served her as their master, and they were as powerful as Meng Moru, and they all lost their voices for a moment, widened their eyes and looked at all in shock.

The girl's face was indifferent, and she held her sword and pointed it at the throne. The throne turned into pieces and fused on the sword of the tyrannical male. A scene that was extremely similar to the previous one was staged again. However, each piece of fragment was black, not white, which seemed unknown, and had an extremely violent aura!

Finally, when everything was calm, a ten-meter giant sword appeared in Ye Daifei's hand. The sword body was as dark as ink, scattering a devouring luster. Just looking at it, everyone below had a terrifying illusion that they were locked by a terrifying aura and would be torn apart at any time, which made people tremble!
Chapter completed!