Chapter 361 Can We Fight Again?

"Puff..."

Yang Tao's hair was disheveled, his body flew out, and his chest was cracked.

His opponent was a pitch-black five-color demon bull, the Niu Yue he and Wei Fan had mentioned.

When he was young, he fought with Niu Yue for 300 moves before he was defeated. Unexpectedly, when they fought again at the peak of the martial king realm, he was blown away by Niu Yue before he could last more than 50 moves, and was in danger of death.

"Yang Tao, I didn't expect you to regress more and more in recent years. I am so disappointed!"

"Killing you, the Zhenbei King of Daxu, should be able to calm the anger of the Qilin Ape Clan."

Niu Yue, with two big bull horns, with five-color light flowing on them, strode up and smashed down with the mace in his hand.

He was tall and strong, like a small mountain. Every step he took would cause terrible cracks on the ground.

"Hah!"

Yang Tao raised the King of Martial Arts' divine weapon to block. It was not that he had retreated, but that as his cultivation level improved, Niu Yue's five-color demon bull bloodline was further stimulated.

The bloodline of the five-color demon bull is very strong. It is said that only when they become saints can this clan stimulate all their bloodline abilities.

The five-color demon bulls below the demon saint level cannot exert the power of the five-color divine light at all.

Boom!

The knife and the mace collided, and the wave of destruction raised a dragon-like smoke and dust, and the land for countless miles was instantly turned into dust.

Yang Tao's arms trembled, and his tiger's mouth exploded. Under the overwhelming force, the divine knife in his hand hit his chest heavily, and his body accelerated again.

"It's over. I didn't expect this beast to become so powerful!"

He knew that he was conceited. He was still brooding over the fact that he lost to Niu Yue in a fight of 300 moves many years ago, so he took the initiative to kill Niu Yue to avenge his previous shame. Who would have thought that Niu Yue would become more powerful than before.

"Run!"

In mid-air, he twisted his body forcibly, and his will and power bombarded the void, trying to speed up his escape.

But when he turned around, he found that Niu Yue had appeared behind him at some point, and the huge mace smashed his head with the force of the world.

Yang Tao smelled the breath of death, and his face showed despair. Niu Yue was just playing tricks on him before. The opponent's strength would not take fifty moves to defeat him, but ten moves would be enough.

"If you dare to hurt him, I will skin you alive..."

Suddenly, a voice came from a distance as if it was stretched, but when the last word fell, the person who made the sound had appeared next to him.

At the same time, a strong and powerful hand stretched out, holding Niu Yue's mace steadily, and it could no longer be chopped down.

Like a phantom, a majestic figure slowly condensed in front of him, bringing a terrifying gale.

Rumble...

At this time, the rumbling sound sounded in my ears, and the trembling of the earth was transmitted here.

"What a fast speed, is this a person or a thunder?"

Yang Tao's eyes were filled with shock. How fast must the speed be for him to see the afterimage.

"Wei Fan?"

The figure holding Niu Yue's mace in front of him gradually overlapped with the Wei Fan in his impression, and he was replaced by ecstasy.

He was not afraid of death. As the King of Daxu Zhenbei, he had long been prepared to die on the battlefield and be killed by demons, but who would want to die if he could survive?

He had not lived enough, and had not yet made a desperate effort to impact the holy realm, so he naturally did not want to be killed.

"Are you Niu Yue?"

Wei Fan's hair was flying, and the strong wind caused by his extremely fast running made his clothes flutter. Behind the yellow sand, there was a burly bull demon in front of him.

The thick bull horns kept alternating five-colored lights, which were obviously the characteristics of the five-colored demon bull. With the breath of the peak demon king, he knew that this should be the Niu Yue mentioned by Yang Tao.

But he didn't expect that Yang Tao, who had fought Niu Yue for 300 moves before showing signs of defeat, would be almost killed by Niu Yue. If he hadn't followed the golden lion through here, Yang Tao would have died with his brain bursting.

In fact, Yang Tao was not the first person he saved while chasing the demon king.

Niu Yue's pupils shrank violently: "Who are you, are you Tong Jingchang, the head of Qianyue Sect?"

The man in front of him was too powerful, and his physical strength was terrifying. With just one hand, his strength seemed to be able to support the world. No matter how strong his strength was, the mace could no longer drop.

In his opinion, throughout the entire Beiding Continent, only Tong Jingchang, the head of Qianyue Sect, had such a terrifying physical body.

"I am Wei Fan, the Wei Fan who killed Niu Jiang of your Five-Colored Demon Bull Clan!" Wei Fan showed a mouthful of white teeth.

"What, you are Wei Fan?" Niu Yue couldn't believe his ears.

Wei Fan, who was still the fourth level of the Martial King more than a month ago, has become so terrifying? You can lift the magic weapon you chopped out with one hand, and resist the magic weapon of the top demon king with your bare hands?

"So you killed Yuan Jie, the holy son of the Qilin Ape clan?"

His tone was full of disbelief, and he instantly understood that Yuan Jie was most likely killed by Wei Fan.

This guy killed Yuan Jie and not only did he not run away, but also ran to Yunjin City to participate in the battle. He was so bold that he didn't take the demon clan seriously.

"You guessed it right, the reward is to send you to see him!" Wei Fan grinned.

Niu Yue's hair stood on end, and his body exploded backwards, trying to distance himself from Wei Fan.

But his mace had been firmly grasped by Wei Fan. Unless he was willing to give up the magic weapon, he could not get rid of Wei Fan at all.

"Boom!"

Unable to get rid of Wei Fan, he immediately gave up this plan, and his whole body burst into brilliant five-color divine light, as if five alternating rotating heavenly swords chopped Wei Fan.

"Be careful of his five-color divine light!"

Yang Tao roared. He knew the horror of the five-color divine light and was worried that Wei Fan had little experience fighting with this clan and had underestimated the power of the five-color divine light.

Wei Fan turned around and said, "Brother Yang, don't worry. This thing can't hurt me!"

He had killed at least eight of the five-color demon bulls, so he naturally knew the extent of the five-color divine light's attack.

The five-color divine light struck down alternately. Wei Fan neither avoided nor blocked it, allowing the five-color divine light to strike him.

"Bang!"

In the sound like thunder, the five-color divine light struck by Niu Yue was like porcelain hitting steel. It shattered immediately and dissipated into a wave.

Yang Tao took a breath of cold air, his eyes almost popped out: "Broken... shattered the five-color divine light?"

He found that even though his sister Zhihua told him a lot about Wei Fan, he still underestimated Wei Fan. This kind of terrifying body was probably out of the category of the top martial king's divine weapon, otherwise how could it be possible to shatter the five-color divine light that was said to be indestructible.

"You..." Niu Yue's scalp was about to explode, and a cold chill ran from head to toe: "You are not a human!"

How could there be such a terrifying body? Even those saint-level monsters could not shatter their own five-color divine light so easily.

What's more terrifying is that Wei Fan is so terrifying, but he is not yet a peak martial king, not even a ninth-level martial king.

If he cultivates to the ninth level of martial king, can he fight against the martial saint?

"It's my turn, you try my tricks!"

Wei Fan showed a mouthful of snow-white teeth, threw away the mace he was holding, and punched out.

Boom!

The void was horribly wrinkled and almost split. The whistling sound from the friction of the fist was deafening, as if a sonic attack was being launched, and the earth kept exploding.

"Roar..."

Such a scene made Niu Yue's heart and gall bladder burst, his face instantly turned pale, and he smelled the breath of death.

"Stop it for me!"

He frantically withdrew the mace to block his chest, and poured the demon essence into the mace desperately, urging the power of the top demon king's magic weapon.

However, it was useless. In an instant, the fluctuations of the top demon king's magic weapon were blasted away, turning into pure power and surging in all directions. Wei Fan's fist hit the mace heavily.

In an instant, Niu Yue felt like a mountain hitting the mace. His strength was pitifully weak under the unparalleled power of Tyrant.

"Puff!"

He opened his mouth and a mouthful of scarlet blood spurted out, and his hands could no longer hold the mace.

Under the overwhelming force, the mace flew backwards and hit his chest heavily. Instantly, there was a sound of bone fracture, and all his internal organs were shattered.

"It's over!"

Niu Yue's face was ashen, and a fist in front of him rapidly enlarged. After a headache, his consciousness sank into endless darkness.

[Kill Niu Yue and gain 100,000 years of ordinary skills and 900 years of martial arts skills]

[Ordinary skills: 2.2 million years]

[Martial arts skills: 11,600 years]

Ordinary skills exceeded two million years, plus Niu Yue who was killed now, he killed ten ninth-level demon kings in a short time.

The power of will swept, and after collecting Niu Yue's body and the demon king's magic weapon, Wei Fan looked back at Yang Tao: "Brother Yang, can you fight again?"

"Fight!"

Yang Tao was excited at this moment, as if he had received chicken blood. With such an unparalleled figure like Wei Fan, he might be able to wipe out all the invading demon kings today. With such a victory, he would participate as long as he had a breath.

Besides, although he was seriously injured, he was not without fighting power. After a period of recovery, even if he was not in peak condition, he could still play a role.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, a shrill roar came from a distance, resounding through the mountains, and then there were sparse roars in response between the mountains.

"These beasts retreated!"

Yang Tao was stunned: "Why did they retreat so quickly? Have their casualties been very heavy?"

The sparse roars clearly showed that there were not many demon kings left.

He had never thought that Wei Fan, who was beside him, had killed ten demon kings alone, and there was also Feng Hua, who had broken through the ninth level of the Martial King and was always mysterious.

With Feng Hua's fighting power, even if he was not as good as Wei Fan, he should be able to kill three or four demon kings in such a long time.

Just the two of them killed more than ten demon kings together, plus other human strongmen could also kill some, the demon side is afraid that nearly twenty demon kings have died, or even more.

The demons came to retaliate against the human race, not to send demon kings to die. In this case, it is wise to take the initiative to withdraw.

At this point in the fight, as long as the demons had a demon king in charge, they would have definitely discovered that they were being swept away.

Wei Fan paused when he heard this. Among the mountains, the living demon kings broke away from their opponents and turned into demonic winds to rush into the distance.