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Xiao Chen frowned slightly, this thunder is really weird. Although the other party has not broken through the realm of thunder, he understands the way of thunder like him.
But he has already cultivated the power of thunder to the extreme, and even found a new way to play new tricks.
The power of his Dao of Swordsmanship is still in its infancy, so it may not have many advantages.
"Come again!"
King Lei roared loudly, the scar on his face looked particularly ferocious, and he punched again.
His footwork is exquisite, his speed is high, and with every click, a little electric light flashes under his feet. As if walking on flat ground, the force under his feet was very heavy, making his momentum particularly stable.
The condensed thunder power is like a mountain peak, flashing step by step, as if the peaks are connected.
By the time they reached Xiao Chen, a majestic mountain range with undulating and continuous shapes was formed.
The power of a punch may seem ordinary, but it is extremely powerful and has many methods.
Xiao Chen could tell at a glance that this punch was completely different from the one just now.
He inserted the Moon Shadow Knife into his waist, and the huge power spread quickly. Behind him, a faint wheel of light formed, flashing with a faint light of the sword.
The Dao Wheel rotates slowly, allowing Xiao Chen's Dao power to continue to accumulate, just like an erupting volcano accumulating power.
When the opponent's fist was completely approaching, Xiao Chen gave a cold shout and punched decisively.
Bang bang bang!
Boxing fists, recruiting meat, and the two fight hard. The sound was louder than thunder, and the sound waves that exploded were heart-stopping.
But the strange thing is that the space around the two of them has not been broken.
That¡¯s because the momentum of the two of them is too strong and too condensed, firmly holding a space in place.
The black lightning above the Thunder King's fist has countless negative emotions. What seems to be 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 intention was not moved at all, and the artistic conception of reincarnation also kept changing.
Killing, destruction, destruction, despair, pain, sadness, and death form one illusion after another, dissolving the interference of the other party's negative emotions and making them invisible.
After fighting for half a day, the two of them exchanged thousands of moves, and neither of them could do anything to defeat the other.
The war between Kunlun and the Demon Realm has also completely entered a fever pitch, with tens of millions of warriors, demons and monsters on both sides coming into full contact.
The tragic sound of fighting is endless, it is like hell on earth, the end of the world, it is nothing more than this.
As time goes by, the situation becomes more and more unfavorable for the Kunlun Realm. The Demon Realm has three times more king-level combat power than Kunlun.
At the beginning, I could barely hold it, but slowly, one-on-two turned into one-on-three, one-on-four, and the results became more and more miserable.
"Are you going to die?"
An Junxi from the Thunder and Lightning Palace was extremely exhausted. He could no longer remember how many demons and monsters he had killed. In the end, he was stopped by three king-level Martial Emperors from the demon clan. They were fighting against each other one against three, and they gradually lost their strength.
Two kings of the Thunder Demon Clan and a three-headed devil dog looked at him coldly.
Swish swish swish!
Suddenly, boundless snow suddenly fell across the sky and the earth. Among the snowflakes, a huge ice palm print hit the three-headed demon dog.
With a click, the giant ice hand, like an iceberg, smashed the three-headed demon dog into pieces.
"Ahn Junxi, are you giving up so soon?"
It was Bai Wuxue who came. Seeing that An Junxi was in danger, he immediately rushed over to provide support.
"Don't worry, I will never die in front of you, hahaha!"
An Junxi felt warm in her heart and laughed: "Come on, let's go together!"
"good!"
The two of them fought side by side without any greetings, and once again went into battle.
An Junxi was able to be saved, but Xiahou Jue was not so lucky, waiting until his father put down his opponent and arrived. He had been bitten by a king-level demonic wolf that had bitten off his entire lower body. He was so angry that he was about to die soon.
"My son!"
Holy Lord White Tiger, crying bitterly, could not help shouting.
Xia Houjue gave a bitter smile, stretched out his hand to touch his father's face and said, "Father, don't be sad. The child is not living up to expectations. The biggest guilt I have in this life is that I lost face and let down all your hard work during the king's ceremony. ,Really sorry!"
"Stop talking, it's all over. Don't worry, I will take you away and I will cure you."
"Go""Wherever we can go, if Kunlun is gone, where will our home be, father"
In the middle of Xiahou Jue's words, his right palm suddenly slapped the ground, as if he was returning to the light. Half of the body suddenly rose into the air and flew towards a huge devil snake, and then with a loud bang, there was a violent explosion.
He and the king-level demonic snake died together, leaving no intact corpse.
"ah!"
Unable to bear the grief, the Three Holy Lords roared, their eyes blood red: "Damn it!"
"Brother Xia"
Feng Yun Wuji, the holy son of the Xuanwu Sect who had grown up with Xia Houjue, was stunned for a moment. The price of this moment was that he had several scars on his body.
Tragic situations are happening everywhere. The Kunlun warriors who are at a numerical disadvantage must fight with all their strength.
Because there is no way to retreat, all the innocent civilians behind the mountain are there, as well as low-level warriors who are not as good as the Martial Emperor.
To the demon world, those people are equivalent to sacrifices and food, without any resistance.
"Chu Yang, I'm so tired, I feel like I'm going to fall asleep."
In the Zhoutian Star Palace and the Taiyin Palace Saintess, her face was pale and she lay weakly on Chu Yang's back, whispering as if talking in her sleep.
"Then go to sleep, don't think too much, I will wake you up."
Chu Yang smiled softly, and the sword light in his hand was as bright as the sun, cutting a vampire Martial Emperor in half.
Although he was smiling, the tears in the corners of his eyes were silently shed.
"Okay, then remember to wake me up, I'm sleeping." Fu Hongyao completely lost his life, hugged Chu Yang's arm, and fell silently.
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Chu Yang, who had already fought back several groups of blood emperors who were attacking him, was struck by several swords. Before he could speak, Chu Yang spat out a large mouthful of blood from the corner of his mouth.
Several vampire emperors drew out their long swords, and Chu Yang fell to his knees with a plop. Chu Yang, who had exhausted the power of Hongmeng, was really unable to resolve the wound. His life force was passing by rapidly, but there was no way he could do it.
"Sorry, I can't wake you up."
As soon as the words fell, Chu Yang fell completely to the ground and died together with Fu Hongyao.
"Damn, they're finally dead. These two bitches are dead, and they're still stuck together. Let me separate them and cut them into pieces."
A vampire emperor spat out a mouthful of broken blood and said coldly.
But suddenly, a ghostly sword light swept across, and the heads of several vampire warriors who were about to take action flew up and were cut into two halves in an instant.
The vampire emperor suddenly said in horror: "Who, who is pretending to be a ghost?"
"Yan Shisan."
Click!
The murderous swordsman Yan Shisan appeared behind the blood emperor at some unknown time. With a backhand sword, he pierced the heart of the blood emperor and killed him instantly.
After taking a look at the two corpses entangled on the ground, Yan Shisan, who had never had much emotion about life and death, couldn't help but stop.
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He looked at the two corpses with a cold expression, his feet motionless. But the right hand holding the sword kept waving without looking behind him. The sword light shone and cut into pieces a group of vampire warriors who had surrounded and attacked them, causing them to scream in agony.
In the end, he left and calmly glanced at the battlefield. Most places needed support. He picked the one with the most serious situation and walked over silently.
His strength is incomprehensible. He is clearly as strong as the Emperor of the Nine Heavens, but he doesn't reveal the slightest bit of it.
Carrying a murderous sword, he walks around on the battlefield, and no one can stop him.
After another rescue, Yan Shisan was about to sheath his sword when he chopped off the last enemy's head with one 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. 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 fists can kill many more demons than your sword."
¡°No matter how many people there are to kill, there is nothing we can do to save the day.¡±
Di Wuque smiled evilly and said, "You dare to play tricks!"
Yan Shisan raised his eyebrows: "You said it."
Di Wuque looked at the sky and murmured: "The one who can really change the situation of the battle is the Supreme, but our Supremes are all held back by the other side. As long as there is a Supreme who can free his hands, the current situation can be alleviated for a while. "
Yan Shisan swept the battlefield at will, and except for a few places on the battlefield under the Supreme, everyone was retreating steadily. Like a receding tide, the 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 seem very insignificant.
As the demons gain more and more power, they will soon be targeted and besieged by real masters.
If the lower level loses, it will definitely affect the supreme battle in the end.
Di Wuque¡¯s eyes narrowed and he looked at the Heavenly Demon Emperor, the Earth Demon Emperor, and the Shadow Demon Emperor who were fighting against the Qitian God Emperor and said: ¡°Let¡¯s kill the Supreme One, do you dare!¡±
"If you dare to fight, why don't I dare."
Yan Shisan has long looked down upon life and death, and his killing swordsmanship has never been characterized by the word "dare". (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)nbsp; Yan Shisan casually swept through the battlefield under the Supreme, except for a few places, everyone was killed and retreated. Like a receding tide, the 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 seem very insignificant.
As the demons gain more and more power, they will soon be targeted and besieged by real masters.
If the lower level loses, it will definitely affect the supreme battle in the end.
Di Wuque¡¯s eyes narrowed and he looked at the Heavenly Demon Emperor, the Earth Demon Emperor, and the Shadow Demon Emperor who were fighting against the Qitian God Emperor and said: ¡°Let¡¯s kill the Supreme One, do you dare!¡±
"If you dare to fight, why don't I dare."
Yan Shisan has long looked down upon life and death, and his killing swordsmanship has never been characterized by the word "dare". (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com