Chapter 719: Fighting the Demon Ancestor, Easily Suppressing

On the pass, Zhao Qing looked at the Demon Ting Mountain below with a cold expression. He did not reply, but leaned on the pass and walked through the air step by step, stopping ten miles away from the Demon Ting Mountain.

"It seems that the rumors are indeed true. The Chaos Demon Clan cultivates the demon heart, condenses the demon energy, acts arrogantly, and is arrogant. When I saw it today, it was indeed the case." Zhao Qing looked at Demon Ting Mountain and said coldly. "Hmph, you are about to die, and you still dare to say such arrogant words?"

Being so humiliated by Zhao Qing, Mo Tingshan suddenly looked cold. He suddenly stepped into the air, and the purple flame spear in his hand erupted with monstrous demonic energy, and stabbed towards Zhao Qing.

"bite."

Zhao Qing's face was cold. He tapped the crutch in his hand lightly in the air, and a majestic dark gray energy condensed in front of him, blocking Mo Tingshan's shot.

"boom."

The dark gray talent collided with the overwhelming demonic energy, and a deafening roar suddenly broke out. The talent and the demonic energy crazily eroded each other. For a time, the color of the world changed, and the storm surged.

"You have some skills. No wonder the Third Crazy Duo can't defeat you."

Mo Tingshan snorted coldly, and then he flashed and turned into a ray of purple light, constantly moving around Zhao Qing, and the spear in his hand erupted with streaks of gun light, and blasted towards Zhao Qing.

"Swish swish."

Zhao Qing did not move, and held the crutch in his hand. The crutch traced a mysterious trajectory in the air, blocking all the gun rays, and then turned into a dark gray spear in his hand.

"bite."

The spear collided with the Zi Yan spear. Mo Tingshan's figure was shaken and was directly knocked back a hundred meters by the shot. However, Zhao Qing did not move and still stopped in place, as if Mo Tingshan's retreat was just He did it as he pleased.

"What?!"

Mo Tingshan's expression changed at this moment, and he looked at Zhao Qing with a solemn look. Obviously, Zhao Qing's strength was somewhat beyond his expectation.

"bite."

Without any hesitation, the two of them disappeared from the place at the same time, leaving only a stream of spear light and talent bombarding the void. In just a moment, the space was shattered into pieces, and Zhao Qing's face also appeared again at this moment. Be young.

"The devil's heart planted the devil's gun."

Suddenly, Mo Tingshan shouted angrily, and he froze, his hands clasping the purple flame spear like iron pliers. The demonic energy surging around him was like a river bursting its embankment, pouring crazily into the spear. In an instant, The surface of the spear bloomed with a dazzling deep purple light, like the fire of the netherworld leaping in the abyss.

"Buzz."

Accompanied by a low and long buzzing sound, the Purple Flame Spear seemed to be given life, and suddenly burst out a hundred-foot-long spear light. This spear light was so sharp that wherever it passed, the space seemed to be tightly held by invisible hands. Hold it tightly and solidify it into still pictures, and no existence seems to be able to escape its fate of destruction.

"snort."

Zhao Qing's expression was cold at this moment. He looked at the hundred-foot spear light and snorted coldly. He also held the dark gray spear tightly with both hands. Nine brilliant talents spurted out from his body, like nine giant dragons surrounding the spear, crazily pouring into it. , giving it unprecedented power.

"Destroyed."

Zhao Qing gave a low drink. Although his voice was soft, it contained the will to shake the world. The spear trembled violently, and a deep and majestic gray spear light suddenly erupted. The spear light contained terrifying fluctuations that could destroy the world, as if it could penetrate all the illusions in the world and point directly to the source.

"boom."

Two completely different forces collided fiercely in the air, purple flames and dark gray intertwined, demonic energy and talent eroded each other, and a deafening roar broke out. , a deafening roar suddenly erupted, the gun light and talent eroded each other crazily, and the entire space became distorted at this moment.

"Bang bang bang."

The two gun lights exploded, forming a terrifying shock wave that spread around. Wherever it passed, the space was shattered and turned into nothingness.

Mo Tingshan's figure was directly blasted a thousand meters before he reluctantly stopped. He looked at Zhao Qing solemnly at this moment, and the contempt before was no longer in his eyes.

Zhao Qing's strength has suddenly reached the peak of the ancestral level, and he is no weaker than him.

"It seems that your strength is not worthy of your tone."

Zhao Qing's expression was cold. He looked at Demon Ting Mountain and said coldly: "If this were the case, you wouldn't have to leave alive today."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Qing's figure disappeared from the spot, leaving only afterimages. When he reappeared, he had already arrived in front of Mo Tingshan, with a dark gray spear wrapped in a majestic talent. , and blasted towards Demon Ting Mountain.

"Arrogance."

Mo Tingshan roared angrily, and instead of retreating, he advanced. The purple flame spear burst out with monstrous demonic energy, and collided with Zhao Qing's dark gray spear.

"Clang clang clang."

The spears continued to collide, and each collision erupted with a deafening sound of gold and iron, and terrifying shock waves continued to spread to the surroundings.

"The Devil's Finger."

Suddenly, Mo Tingshan roared angrily. He held the spear in his right hand against Zhao Qing. The index and middle fingers of his left hand came together and pointed at Zhao Qing. In an instant, a black fingerlight containing terrifying demonic energy shot out of the air. The speed of the fingerlight was extremely fast, as if it had penetrated the constraints of space, and instantly reached the center of Zhao Qing's eyebrows.

"snort."

Zhao Qing's expression was cold. He looked at the black fingerlight and snorted coldly. He lightly touched the void with his left hand, and a dark gray talent condensed on his fingertips. It turned into an arrow of talent and exploded with the black fingerlight. Collide.

"boom."

The finger and the arrow exploded, forming a terrifying shock wave that spread out in all directions, and Mo Tingshan used the recoil force to quickly dodge and pull a thousand meters away from Zhao Qing.

"Zhao Qing, your strength is indeed beyond my expectations, but you are not qualified to kill me."

Mo Tingshan's expression was cold. As soon as he finished speaking, the demonic energy in his body surged like a flood. In an instant, a terrifying demonic energy rushed up from his body, as if it was going to break through the shackles of the sky and pierce the sky.

"The demon god is coming."

Mo Tingshan shouted in a low voice, and the demonic energy around him instantly became extremely violent, as if even the sky and the earth changed color. Then, a thousand-foot-tall demon god phantom slowly condensed behind him, and the demon god phantom exuded a sky-high demonic energy, covering half of the sky.

"Buzz buzz buzz."

As the Demon God's phantom condensed, black magic patterns slowly emerged around Mo Tingshan. These magic patterns seemed to contain some kind of terrifying power, making the magic energy around him more violent.

"Zhao Qing, if you can force me to use this move, you can die with your eyes closed."

Mo Tingshan's face was ferocious. As soon as he finished speaking, his figure merged with the Demon God's phantom, and the Demon God's phantom also condensed a magic spear in his hand. The spear was like a pillar of heaven, swinging towards Zhao Qing.

"Boom."

Mo Tingshan shouted angrily, and his figure dodged quickly. The magic spear in the Demon God's phantom's hand was wrapped in the wave of destroying the world and blasted towards Zhao Qing.

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