Xiao Chen frowned slightly, this thunder was really weird. Although the other party had not broken through the realm of thunder, he understood the way of thunder like him.
But he has already mastered the power of thunder and cultivated it to the highest level. He even found a new way and played new tricks.
The power of the Dao of his sword is still in its infancy, so it may not have many advantages.
"Come again!"
Thunder King roared loudly, the scar on his face looked particularly ferocious, and he punched again.
His footwork was exquisite, and he was soaring and agile. Every time he clicked, a little electric light flickered 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.
When Xiao Chen arrived, 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 quickly spread. Behind him, a faint wheel of light formed, flashing with a faint light of the sword.
The Taoist wheel rotates slowly, causing Xiao Chen's Taoist authority to continue to accumulate, 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!
The two of them fought hard with their fists and fists. 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 people is so strong and condensed that they firmly hold a space in place.
The black lightning above the Thunder King's fist has countless negative emotions. What looks like an ordinary punch is actually ever-changing, and each move has a different artistic conception.
It also created various terrifying illusions for Xiao Chen, but Xiao Chen's original intention remained unmoved 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 into the invisible.
After half a day of killing, 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 sounds of fighting are endless, it is like hell on earth and the end of the world, nothing more than this.
As time goes by, the situation becomes more and more unfavorable for the Kunlun Realm. The king-level combat power of the Demon Realm is three times greater than that of Kunlun.
At first, 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?"
Thunder Palace An Junxi was so exhausted that 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 demon 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, directly 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 his heart and laughed: "Come, let's go together!"
"good!"
The two fought side by side without any greetings, and once again went into the fight.
An Junxi was able to be saved, but Xiahou Jue was not so lucky, waiting for his father to put down his opponent and arrive. 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 cried bitterly and couldn't help shouting.
Xia Houjue smiled bitterly, 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 was humiliated at the King's Ceremony, and I failed you. It’s such a pain in the ass, I’m really sorry!”
"Stop talking, it's all over. Don't worry, I will take you away and I will cure you."
"Let's go? Wherever we can go, Kunlun is gone, where will our home be, father..."
In the middle of Xiahou's final words, his right palm suddenly slapped the ground, as if he was flashing back 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 died together with the king-level demonic snake, 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 on the spot. The price of this moment was that he had several scars on his body.
Tragic situations are happening everywhere, and 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."
Zhou Tianxing Palace, the Saint of Taiyin Palace, with a pale face, lay weakly on Chu Yang's back, as if talking in sleep, and whispered.
"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, tears fell silently from the corners of his eyes.
"Okay, then remember to wake me up, I'm sleeping." Fu Hongyao completely lost his life, hugged Chu Yang's arm, and fell silently.
Phew! Phew!
Chu Yang, who had defeated several groups of blood emperors who were attacking him, was hit 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."
After the words fell, Chu Yang fell completely to the ground and died together with Fu Hongyao.
"Damn, they are finally dead. These two bitches and a man are dead and 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 preparing 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!
Yan Shisan, the murderous swordsman, 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.
Whoop whoosh!
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 worst situation and walked over silently.
His strength is incomprehensible. He is clearly as powerful as the Jiuchongtian Emperor, but he doesn't reveal any of his aura.
Carrying a murderous sword, he was walking around on the battlefield, and no one could 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 are killed, 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 casually, 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 seemed 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 inevitably 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 on life and death, and his killing swordsmanship has never been characterized by the word "dare".