1522nd Cruel War

Xiao Chen frowned slightly, this thunder is really weird, although the other party has not broken through the field of thunder, he has comprehended the way of thunder like him.

But he has already used the power of thunder, the ultimate cultivation of Dengfeng, and even found another way to play new tricks.

The power of Dao Dao of his Dao of the Sword is just a beginner's level, so it may not have too many advantages.

"Come again!"

Lei Wang let out a loud cry, the scar on his face looked extremely ferocious, and he punched again.

His footwork is exquisite, flying in the air, every time he taps, there is a little light flashing under his feet. It is like walking on flat ground, and the strength under his feet is very heavy, which makes his momentum extra stable.

The condensed Lei Wei is like a mountain peak, flashing step by step, as if the peaks are connected.

When it was in front of Xiao Chen, a majestic and undulating mountain range formed continuously.

The power of a punch looks ordinary, but it is extremely powerful and has many ways.

Xiao Chen could tell at a glance that this punch was completely different from the punch just now.

He stuck the Moon Shadow Knife in his waist, and the huge Daowei quickly spread out. Behind him, a faint circle of Dao Wheel was formed, with a faint light of the knife shining.

The dao wheel rotated slowly, allowing Xiao Chen's daowei to continue to settle, like an erupting volcano accumulating power.

When the opponent's fist light was completely approaching, Xiao Chen shouted coldly and punched decisively.

Bang bang bang!

Fist and fist collided, and the moves hit the flesh. The two fought hard. The sound was louder than thunder, and the sound waves that erupted made people's hearts tremble.

But what is strange is that the space around the two of them has not been broken.

That's because the aura of the two of them is too strong, too condensed, firmly fixing one side of the space.

The black lightning above the light of Thunder King's fist has countless negative emotions that change. What looks like an ordinary punch is actually ever-changing, and each move has a different artistic conception.

And it created all kinds of terrifying illusions for Xiao Chen, Xiao Chen's original heart remained unmoved, and the artistic conception of reincarnation also kept changing.

Killing, destruction, destruction, despair, pain, sorrow, death, form illusions one after another, and dissolve the interference of the other party's negative emotions in an invisible way.

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??Killing for half a day, the two of them exchanged thousands of moves, and neither of them could do anything to win the other.

The battle between Kunlun and the Demon Realm has also reached a fever pitch, with tens of millions of fighters on both sides, demons and monsters, in full contact.

The sound of fierce fighting can be heard endlessly, hell on earth, the end of the world, nothing more.

As time passed, the situation became more and more unfavorable to the Kunlun Realm, and the king-level combat power of the Demon Realm was three times more than that of Kunlun Realm.

At the beginning, I could barely bear it, but gradually, one-on-two turned into one-on-three, one-on-four, and the result became more and more miserable.

"Are you going to die?"

Thunder Palace An Junxi was extremely exhausted, he couldn't remember how many demons and monsters he had killed. In the end, he was stopped by the demons and three king-level Wudi. With one-on-three, he gradually failed.

Two Kings of the Thunder Demon Clan and a three-headed demon dog looked at him coldly.

Swish Swish Swish!

All of a sudden, boundless heavy snow suddenly fluttered across the world, and in the caves, a huge icy palm print landed on the three-headed demon dog.

With a click, the giant ice hand, like an iceberg, directly smashed the three-headed demon dog into pieces.

"Ahn Jun Hee, are you going to give up so soon?"

It was Bai Wuxue who came, he saw that An Junxi was in danger, so he rushed over to help.

"Don't worry, I will never die before you, hahaha!"

An Junxi's heart warmed up, and he laughed loudly: "Come on, let's go up together!"

"good!"

The two fought side by side without any greetings, and once again threw themselves into the fight.

An Junxi could be saved, but Xia Houjue was not so lucky. By the time his father put down his opponent and rushed to him, he had already been bitten off his entire lower body by a king-level demon wolf. He was so angry that he was about to die soon .

"My son!"

Lord White Tiger, weeping bitterly, couldn't help hissing.

Xia Houjue smiled wryly, stretched out his hand to touch his father's face and said, "My lord father, don't be sad, the child is not up to date. The biggest guilt in my life is that I let you down at the King Conferring Ceremony. I've been painstaking, I'm really sorry!"

"Stop talking, it's all over, don't worry, I will take you away, and I will cure you."

"Let's go? Where can we go, Kunlun is gone, where will our home be, father..."

In the middle of Xiahou Jue's words, his right palm suddenly slapped on the ground, like a flash of light. Half of his body suddenly rose into the air, and flew towards a huge snake, and then there was a loud bang and a violent explosion.

And that king-level demon snake, died together, dead without a whole body.

"ah!"

Unable to bear the grief, the Three Holy Masters released him and shouted, his eyes were bloodshot: "Damn it!"

"Brother Xia..."

Feng Yun Wuji, who grew up with Xia Houjue, the Holy Son of Xuanwu Sect, was stunned for a moment on the spot, and the price of this moment was that he had several scars on his body.

The tragic situation is happening everywhere, and the Kunlun warriors who are at a disadvantage must fight with all their strength.

Because there is no way to retreat, behind the mountain are all innocent Pingming, as well as low-level warriors whose cultivation level is not as high as that of the Martial Emperor.

Those people are equivalent to sacrifices and food to the demon world, and they have no resistance.

.[,! ] "Chu Yang, I'm so tired, I seem to be falling asleep."

Zhou Tian Xinggong, the saint of Taiyin Palace, her face was pale, lying on Chu Yang's back weakly, as if she was talking in a dream, she said in a low voice.

"Sleep then, don't think too much, I'll wake you up."

Chu Yang smiled softly, the light of the sword in his hand was as bright as the sun, and cut a blood clan Emperor Wu in half.

Although he was smiling, the tears in the corners of his eyes flowed silently.

"Okay, then remember to wake me up, I'm asleep." Fu Hong lost all life in the night, wrapped around Chu Yang's arm, and fell silently.

Puff puff puff!

Chu Yang, who had already repelled the siege of several groups of blood emperors, had several swords in his body, and before he had time to speak, a large mouthful of blood spit out from the corner of his mouth.

Several blood emperors drew out their long swords. Chu Yang fell to his knees with a plop. Chu Yang, who had exhausted his primordial power, was really powerless to heal the wound. Method.

"Sorry, I couldn't wake you up."

After the words fell, Chu Yang completely fell to the ground, and died together with Fu Hongyao.

"Damn, they are finally dead. These two dogs and men are dead, and they are still stuck together. Separate them for me, and tear them into pieces."

A blood emperor spat out a mouthful of broken blood and said coldly.

But suddenly, a ghostly sword light swept across, and the heads of several blood warriors who were ready to act flew up, and their corpses were split in half in an instant.

The blood emperor suddenly said in horror: "Who, who is pretending to be a ghost."

"Yan Thirteen."

Click!

Yan Shisan, the life-killing swordsman, appeared behind the blood emperor at some unknown time, pierced the heart of the blood emperor with a backhand sword, and instantly killed him.

Glancing at the two entangled corpses on the ground, Yan Shisan, who has never had much affection for life and death, couldn't help but stop.

Whoosh!

He looked indifferently, looking at the two corpses, his feet were motionless. But the right hand holding the sword kept waving, without looking behind him, the sword light shone, and chopped off a group of blood warriors who came up to attack. Falling, screaming again and again.

In the end, he still left, and calmly glanced at the battlefield. Most places needed support, so he picked the one with the worst situation, and walked over there without a sound.

His strength makes people unable to see the depth, he obviously has the strength comparable to that of the Emperor Jiuchongtian, but he doesn't have the slightest breath to reveal it.

Holding a murderous sword, he wandered around on the battlefield, and no one could stop him.

Another place was cleared, and the head of the last enemy was chopped off with one sword. Just when Yan Shisan was about to withdraw his sword, the demon's headless body exploded almost at the same time.

When the divine light dissipated, Yan Shisan saw Di Wuque who had just withdrawn his fist, and the two former opponents met in this way.

"Your fist is one step slower than my sword." Yan Shisan said.

Di Wuque smiled and said, "But my fist can kill more demons than your sword."

"No matter how many people can be killed, the two of us will not be able to recover."

Di Wuque laughed evilly and said, "If you're playing big, how dare you!"

Yan Shisan raised her eyebrows: "You say."

Di Wuque looked at Tian Qiong, and murmured: "The one who can really change the situation of the battle is the Supreme, but our Supreme is held back by the opponent. As long as there is a Supreme, freeing his hands, the current situation can be eased for a while. "

Yan Shisan swept casually, and except for a few places, the battlefield under the Supreme Being was retreated steadily. Like a receding tide, demon warriors and ferocious beasts were boundless, approaching like a torrent.

In the face of this general trend, the small-scale victories created by the two of them seemed very insignificant.

As the advantage of the demons becomes more and more powerful, they will soon be targeted and besieged by real masters.

If all the bottom ranks are defeated, it will inevitably affect the battle of the supreme ranks in the end.

Di Wuque stared at the Heavenly Demon Emperor, Earth Demon Emperor, and Shadow Demon Emperor who were fighting against the Qitian God Emperor, and said, "We're going to kill the Supreme, do you dare?"

"If you dare to fight, why don't I dare."

Yan Shisan has long been indifferent to life and death, and his killing sword has never dared.