A bolt of thunder fell from the sky.
A purple thunderbolt dozens of feet thick wrapped in a heavy horn ax struck Xiang Feiyu's left shoulder hard.
Xiang Feiyu was wearing a set of heavy armor with Taotie patterns, and the heavy ax struck by thunder caused the Taotie head guard on his left shoulder to break. He ignored it, picked up the wheel-shaped ax with both hands, and struck at the people several miles away with a loud laugh. Martial arts fight against demons.
Wu Zhanmo, one of the great ancestors of Dawu Taishang, has a cultivation level of the third level of the gods, which is comparable to Xiang Feiyu's cultivation level.
Wearing a horn helmet, chain armor, and a bloody cloak behind him, with six giant mountain shields up to three feet thick flying around him, the Martial War Demon, armed to the teeth, roared loudly, and grabbed the void with his left hand.
The horned heavy ax struck down from the sky with thunder, giving Xiang Feiyu a severe blow and flew back to the hands of Wu Zhan Demon. He held a one-handed heavy ax in both hands. Like Xiang Feiyu, his face was distorted and hissing. He roared and rushed towards the enemy.
A large ax with a wheel and two heavy axes with horns collided heavily. Sparks flew everywhere and the sound shook the whole place.
'Dong dong dong' After more than a dozen sounds, a loud noise was heard. The heavy horn ax in the hands of the Wu Zhan Demon shattered, leaving only two lonely handles in his hands.
Xiang Feiyu laughed loudly, and swept the wheel ax across, splitting the two giant mountain shields into four pieces with one blow. The ax swept across Wu Zhan Demon's chest, tearing open the thick chain heavy armor on his body. The war demon was left with a tragic wound where his squirming internal organs could be seen.
The Wu Zhan Demon was in pain and quickly retreated.
Xiang Feiyu took advantage of the situation and pursued him with unyielding strides. At the same time, he taunted loudly: "Lao Wu, I'm not talking about you. In terms of means, all of you guys in Da Wu can be considered good men."
"But, what kind of crappy gadgets are you using? How many times have you had your weapons broken into pieces or injured by me?"
The Wu Zhan Demon covered the wound on his chest with blood spurting out with both hands, roared to the sky, and at the same time fled backwards at full speed.
Xiang Feiyu laughed loudly: "In the past, everyone was just playing around, and no one wanted to go all out, but this time... I'm sorry, Lao Wu, I'll take your head."
With a heavy sigh, Xiang Feiyu caught up with Wu Zhanmo, who was stumbling a little, and struck his neck with the big ax.
"If I die, the whole family will have nothing to rely on."
"If the Wei Dynasty wins in the end... my descendants will still have the opportunity to be slaves. After all, those old white-faced people in the Wei Dynasty are still reasonable. After all, the so-called celebrities are romantic, no matter whether they are hypocritical or pretentious, they are It’s shameless.”
"But you Dawu... I don't want my descendants to be thrown into cauldrons and soup pots by you. You Dawu, even the so-called top nobles, are all slaves of your Wu family... No, they are the animals raised by your Wu family... Tsk, my descendants have suffered enough to be slaves and servants, how can they be lambs to be slaughtered?"
The big ax danced wildly, and in just a few words, Wu Zhanmo's four mountain shields were violently split open by Xiang Feiyu.
The big ax tore open the armor of Wu Zhan Demon, leaving a series of tragic wounds on his body. The bright red divine blood with a hint of electricity continuously sprayed out and fell on the ground, causing the earth to rumble. ring.
The ground of the duel battlefield was wildly swallowing the divine blood flowing out of the martial demon's body. The blood spurting out from the surrounding mountains became stronger and stronger. The ground of the battlefield became stronger and stronger, and the surrounding imprisonment force became stronger and stronger.
Wu Zhan Demon roared, and he took out a bottle of life-saving Dao Dan. He stuffed the bottle into his mouth, chewed it up and swallowed it. He pulled out a strange-shaped triangular shield with his left hand and waved it with his right hand. He pulled out a strange-shaped golden dragon hook and swung it at Xiang Feiyu with a vicious hook.
Several huge balls of flesh bulged on Xiang Feiyu's back. He transformed into a fighting form with three heads and six arms. The four new arms grasped two heavy swords and two long knives respectively. Together with the original wheel axe, they slashed out countless strands of cold light. , which caused blood and water to splash all over Wu Zhan Demon's body.
The sharp edge of the weapon collided with the bones of the War Demon, making a harsh roar.
Wu Zhan Demon howled in pain, his eyes kept spitting out fierce and vicious flames, he stared at Xiang Feiyu, and kept uttering vicious curses.
While Xiang Feiyu slashed at the Wu War Demon, he said coldly: "No wonder I am so cruel... The environment of this duel battlefield is so weird, those old white-faced people in the Wei Dynasty may not survive."
"In this decisive battle, it's either you or us. The one who can survive, and the one who can win in the end, is either Qingqiu or Dawu."
Xiang Feiyu lowered his voice: "Although I have a bad temper, I am not really stupid."
"Hey, those guys from the Wei Dynasty, they are obviously like our late prince back then, they violated the taboos of the gods."
"Listen to the slogans of those guys in the Wei Dynasty, hehe, revitalize hundreds of schools of thought, inherit civilization... Hehe, everyone is so complacent that they have forgotten the roots of their own family... I understand very well that our ancestral skills have been... God has done something..."
"Reviving hundreds of schools of thought? People must also be happy!"
"Look at the battlefield of this duel, look at... Lao Wu, it is clear that he is not giving them a way to survive for the Wei people. He must kill them."
"Leave Wei alone, it's either you or us..." Xiang Feiyu suddenly roared, and two fist-sized balls of flesh bulged behind his waist and spine. He suddenly gave birth to two more fist-sized balls on his waist in addition to his three heads and six arms. With his new arms, he held two poison-quenched daggers tightly in both hands, and stabbed dozens of times on Wu Zhan Demon's body as fast as lightning.
The Wu Zhan Demon's face turned black rapidly, with colorful spots faintly emerging from the black air. His face suddenly became as poisonous as a poisonous mushroom.
"You can't believe it? I have been upright all my life. I have been fighting the enemy head-on... but I have learned how to sneak attack and use poisoned weapons." Xiang Feiyu smashed hundreds of axes at the martial arts demon who was yelling. , and the Wu Zhan Demon flew back covered in blood.
"Well, I have always been an upright man... But over the past year or so, I have learned bad things from a little guy."
Xiang Feiyu smiled particularly brightly: "Beside that boy, there was a strange young man. His innate magical power was poison... I gave the boy a little benefit and got a little bit of his life essence and blood poison from him. "
"Hey, how does it taste? It seems like the poison can't kill you, but it can at least weaken your combat power by a few percent, right?"
Xiang Feiyu roared loudly, and slashed out two swords behind him like a whirlwind. Hearing several loud noises, the shield and golden dragon hook in the hands of the Martial War Demon were smashed to pieces by his swords.
Just as Xiang Feiyu said, these ancestors of the divine realm of the Great Martial God Kingdom are all very strong in cultivation, but the weapons they use are really much weaker than him.
This is also the old problem of the Great Martial Kingdom. Among the three kingdoms, the Great Martial Kingdom has the strongest personal combat power, but in terms of knowledge such as casting, talismans, formations, and elixirs, they are really lagging behind.
The Martial War Demon, who was blown hundreds of feet away, landed awkwardly. His feet gave way and he fell directly to the ground, rolling backwards far away.
The boy Xiang Feiyu was talking about was naturally the Demon Chapter King next to Wu Tie.
As his cultivation level continues to grow stronger, Demon Chapter King's bloodline magical power becomes more and more terrifying. Although the poison he is releasing now cannot directly kill the ancestors of the gods, it is enough to greatly weaken the ancestors of the gods. the power of.
The seriously injured Wu Zhan Demon was poisoned by the Demon Chapter King, and it became extremely difficult to even stand still.
Xiang Feiyu strode towards Wu Zhan Mo and chased after him. He said in a deep voice: "Your Da Wu style is too rough and barbaric. If my descendants fall into the hands of you Da Wu, I am afraid they will not survive more than three months..." "
"Also, if the splendid girls and daughters-in-law in my family fall into the hands of those old white-faced men, they still know how to cherish their beauty... What a pity for you, how many civilian girls are tortured to death by you every year? "
"So, for the sake of our family's future generations, please die!"
Xiang Feiyu walked to the side of Wu Zhan Mo and raised the big ax in his hand high: "This time, I killed someone for the first time not for glory and wealth, for the first time in my life it was not for the increase of strength, and for the first time in my life it was not for the sake of strength. In order to satisfy the murderous intention in my heart."
"I killed someone this time just to seek a way out for my descendants!"
The big ax struck hard, and Xiang Feiyu shouted: "Whoever dares to stop me, kill!"
A bolt of lightning and a mountain roared from behind Xiang Feiyu at the same time. With a loud noise, a heavy triangular pyramid about two feet long wrapped in the lightning struck hard at the back of Xiang Feiyu's heart.
The armor behind Xiang Feiyu was shattered by the heavy triangular pyramid. When the mountain with a height of three thousand feet approached Xiang Feiyu's body, it suddenly reduced from three thousand feet to three feet in size, with a dull and terrifying roar. The sound hit Xiang Feiyu's back.
There was a loud noise, and there was a harsh cracking sound from Xiang Feiyu's spine.
His three heads and six arms were shattered by this blow, and the two heads and four arms on his back were completely shattered by the three-foot-high hill.
Xiang Feiyu vomited blood, and his body flew forward lightly like a fallen leaf in the wind.
He flew thousands of feet away and crashed into a hill, with most of his body embedded in the mountain.
Two heavily armored ancestors of Wu rushed over, and one of them, a big man with a red face and a beard, roared loudly: "Wu Zhan Demon, you useless piece of trash... I should have thrown you into the water back then. Drowned in a vat.”
"Asshole, you were defeated by this good-for-nothing Xiang Feiyu!"
"You, you, don't say you are my son from now on, I don't have your kind!"
Xiang Feiyu pulled out half of his body from the mountain with difficulty, and gritted his teeth as he looked at the two Dawu Ancestors who were sneaking up on him from behind.
"Wu Santu, do you still want shame?" Xiang Feiyu pointed at Wu Santu and cursed in hiss: "You are..."
The red-bearded Wu Santu kicked Wu Zhanmo until he screamed, then threw a bottle of life-saving elixir to Wu Zhanmo, then raised his chest, pointed at Xiang Feiyu, and violently interrupted He cursed: "I am your biological grandfather, and my son is your biological father... Hahaha, this battlefield is really a gift from God... Stop talking nonsense, kill him!"
Wu Santu roared loudly in excitement, and a mountain shadow appeared one after another behind him. In the palms of his hands, a mountain shadow shone with strange lights of various colors and was wrapped in strong winds and thunder.
"Kill Xiang Feiyu... Then, follow me to slaughter the weaklings of Wei and Qingqiu... When I, Da Wu, rule the world, Wu Zhan Mo, you grandson, go and slaughter the Xiang family with your own hands!"
After taking the treasure pill left by Wu Santu, Wu Zhan Demon chuckled and got up little by little. Colorful poisonous blood continued to flow out of the wounds all over his body. At the same time, the wounds squirmed rapidly, bit by bit faster. Healing.
"Dad, don't worry, I promise to kill them all, not even a mouse will be left." Wu Zhanmo smiled lowly: "In these three countries, my Wu family will be the dominant one, and the others will be slaves. It’s very good, very good… But the Xiang family, Xiang Feiyu, you Xiang family are not qualified to be slaves.”
Wu Zhanmo stretched out his hand and touched the severe wound on his chest that even exposed the inner tent, and shouted in a hissing voice: "You cut me, it hurts!"
Wu Santu, Wu Zhanmo, and another ancestor of Wu Zhanmo, Wu Zhanling, who was of the same generation as Wu Zhanmo, laughed in unison and ran towards Xiang Feiyu.
Xiang Feiyu's face was twisted, and he stared at Wu Santu and others with gritted teeth.
In this terrible duel battlefield, the legal cultivators of the Wei Dynasty were greatly suppressed. The ancestors of the many generals of the Qingqiu Divine Kingdom, their only enemies were the powerful enemies of the Great Martial Kingdom.
The Kingdom of Great Martial God is unruly, domineering, primitive, and barbaric. They follow the path of pure physical cultivation.
Moreover, the Wu family is the only one that dominates the Great Martial Kingdom. The other few noble families are their servants and stewards, and are just lackeys raised to assist the Wu family in ruling the huge territory.
The Great Wei Dynasty was prosperous and prosperous, and Qingqiu was balanced and stable. Only the Kingdom of Great Martial God crazily squeezed the world and devoted all the power of the world to support one clan.
Therefore, the civilization, economy, and domestic livelihood of the Kingdom of Great Martial God are all in a mess.
However, the number of ancestors of the divine realm in the Kingdom of Martial God is the largest among the three kingdoms.
Of course, in normal times, no matter how many ancestors there are in the realm of gods, the Great Martial God Kingdom will not have any strategic advantage. In fact, apart from their large number, they can't find any other advantages.
For example, Wu Zhan Demon, his personal weapon was smashed into pieces by Xiang Feiyu. What's the point of having such ancestors of the divine realm in large numbers
But in this damn duel battlefield... Physical training has an absolute advantage, and the numerical advantage may turn into the final victory.
Before Wu Santu and the others could reach Xiang Feiyu, a long roar came from the distance.
Several streaks of blood rushed over - they did not fly in the air, but ran straight over.
They were five gods-level ancestors from the Great Martial God Kingdom. They looked up to the sky and roared in joy. Three of them were holding bloody human heads in their hands.
"Hahaha, Santu, you haven't dealt with this kid yet?"
"Look at us, how lucky are we? As soon as we came in, we met three old white faces from the Wei Dynasty... Hahaha, their formations, talismans, and their portable military cities have all become so weak."
"It only took me as long as a cup of tea to chop three of them."
Xiang Feiyu was covered in cold sweat. He looked in the direction where the five great martial ancestors were running towards. Even though the void was filled with thick blood mist and his vision was weakened to the extreme, he could still see that hundreds of miles away. , three light pillars are faintly visible rising into the sky!
Wu Santu grinned broadly: "Okay, okay, it's just a matter of one knife... Let me tell my brothers and children that we should form a team to fight, but don't fall alone and be taken advantage of."
"This time, more than 4,000 elders from my Wu family entered the duel battlefield... Hehe... We win, we are sure to win, but don't lose too many clan members, that would be too embarrassing."
Xiang Feiyu shivered with excitement all over.
More than four thousand elders...
These crazy people from Dawu!
The number of divine ancestors in their family is comparable to the total number of Dawei and Qingqiu combined.
Although in absolute numbers, Dawu is still smaller than the two countries joining forces... The problem is that in this damn duel battlefield, Dawei's magic cultivators are almost negligible.
Dawu's combat power has an absolute advantage!