Chapter 1877: The Final Battle 2

"You all deserve to die!"

The demon roared angrily, his voice even trembling.

A black light from the demon spirit streaked across the ground, but it was like a thunderous explosion, carving out a deep ravine.

This palm is really heavy!

If other people saw it, they would be shocked and dumbfounded.

But those present were all at the peak of the Xuanhun level. If there were three people dueling, it would feel impossible to describe in words. The power would be unimaginable!

He was able to hit such a huge pit with one palm, and it seemed to be such a casual palm.

Seeing the demon spirit take action, the situation changed drastically at this moment.

An infinite whip suddenly appeared in Murong Shaofeng's hand, like a long snake flying in the dark night.

The Nether Sword in Mu Yunxuan's hand emits a faint cold light.

"If you want to fight, let's fight!"

The demon spirit used mysterious energy to transform into a sharp weapon, a dark cold iron sword that filled the sky with evil energy.

immediately!

"Haha..." The demon laughed wildly a few times, and then the laughter suddenly stopped. The demon's blood-red eyes suddenly glazed over, and countless demon soldiers appeared around it.

"My soldiers have already set off for Yuncheng and Mingyue Villa. Tonight I will bloodbath your Yuncheng and Mingyue Villa. You will kill two hundred thousand demonic soldiers, and you will not be able to kill them all."

The demon spirit's scarlet eyes revealed cruel killing intent.

Murong Shaofeng and Mu Yunxuan had cold murderous intent on their handsome faces.

Not afraid of the 200,000 demon army of demon spirits at all!

Seeing that the two of them were not panicking when they were on the verge of a powerful enemy, a trace of suspicion flashed in the demon spirit's red eyes.

"In my eyes, your two hundred thousand demon soldiers are like ants. There are two of you here, Murong Shaofeng and me. Do you think your two hundred thousand demon soldiers are very powerful?" Mu Yunxuan said disdainfully. , the dark eyes are full of sarcasm!

"It seems that you two have to deal with my 200,000 demon soldiers single-handedly. In that case, let's do it."

The demon looked around.

He shouted with great pride: "Kill them."

Mu Yunxuan and Murong Shaofeng looked at each other.

They nodded to each other, and the emotions in their eyes were self-evident!

The two quickly flew into the center of the demon soldiers, both holding a bright red Rosemary Wing in their hands.

Mu Yunxuan's guess was correct, Su Zimo had indeed followed him secretly.

Watching Mu Yunxuan and Murong Shaofeng deal with the two hundred thousand demon soldiers of the demon spirit, she clenched her hands tightly, her heart beating as if it was beyond her ability to bear at any time.

Looking at the entire atmosphere full of evil spirits, Su Zimo held her breath.

Su Zimo walked not far away from the two of them. Under the dark sky, a red figure was very conspicuous.

But no one can see this gorgeous scene.

Su Zimo looked at Mu Yunxuan. The Netherworld Sword in his hand was mixed with the aura of the Wings of Change. His movements were fierce and fierce, without any hesitation or slowness. His sword aura exuded the same domineering power as others.

Between the vertical and horizontal sword energy, the demon soldiers instantly turned into black smoke.

I was looking at Murong Shaofeng's infinite whip, dancing like a silver snake in the dark night, its fierce speed filled with murderous intent.

Wherever they went, the demon soldiers disappeared instantly, and there was no sign of resurrection.

The demon spirit's originally calm and calm gaze suddenly became filled with shock and disbelief!

Finally, he saw a suspicious point, that is, the red flower, under the fierce momentum of the two people, was obviously murderous, but it was played by the two of them to make it stunning and gorgeous.

Was it those two red flowers that prevented his magic soldiers from resurrecting?