Primitive Demon Territory, the northern battlefield, after knowing the fate of the war witch, the battle situation is white-hot, with thousands of aftermath.
At the time of the confrontation between the rigid and the soft, when the sword light and the long ling collided, Xuan Jie broke through the air, and the sword energy permeated the body, bringing out a waterfall of brilliant blood flowers.
At the moment of crisis, in front of the Wu clan army, a white-clothed witch swept into the battle situation, with a vast palm, setting off a sea of shock.
In the sky, Gan Da Po saw this, and the lotus step lightly stepped on, turning her palm to attract the magic energy, and she greeted the sky with a shocking palm.
The king's realm confronted, the sky was sinking, the devil's palm shook the shocking waves, and the undercurrent of the floods shook sharply, and the two of them were shaken back.
The witch queen in white looked at the girl in front of her, frowning slightly, such a powerful demon general, who is this person, and why has he never appeared before
Just as the two powerful kings were fighting, in the battle below, Su Yi's figure swept up to Fei Yu Wu's back, with a sharp sword edge, threatening to kill.
Feiyu Witch Queen recovered from the shock, holding a sword on her shoulders, slender hands attracting yuan, and strips of green long ribbons spread out, wrapping around the former.
Chang Ling attacked her body, Ning Chen didn't look afraid, she held her left hand empty, Xuan Jie Jiuchang sword approached, and the two swords flowed side by side to meet the move.
From the sharp sword to the soft long silk, the magic weapon will be handed over again, the shape of the long silk will change, and the sharp sword will be wrapped around it to block the sword move.
At the same time, several other long ribbons spread over and wrapped around Zhiming's body.
"Not good."
The changing battle situation in the blink of an eye made people unable to react quickly. Outside the battle situation, the expressions of Gan Da Po and Prince Xuankong changed. They did not dare to delay and immediately swept forward to the battle situation.
The moment the two moved, in front of the Wu clan army, four witch queens rushed out at the same time and joined forces to block the Prince of Heavenly Demons.
Prince Xuankong shot, a punch that shook the sky and earth, and the void collapsed in response to the sound. In front, the four witch queens poured their vitality into the air, and the water, fire, wind and thunder merged to block the magic power.
There was a bang, the aftermath roared violently, the heaven and the earth shook violently, and thousands of miles perished.
Not far away, the witch queen in white also shot to block Gandharva, and they clashed several times in a blink of an eye, and the rumbling sound resounded through the battlefield.
The two kings were blocked, and the battle below, Changling was trapped and knew her fate, and the battle situation was in danger for a while.
The opponent was restrained, Fei Yu Wu Queen couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief, and the real essence revolved, suppressing the injuries on her body.
The thirteenth prince of the Heavenly Demon Royal Family is really difficult to deal with. Whether it is combat experience or swordsmanship, it is rare in the world. If it is not for her cultivation base is much higher than his, it is very difficult for her to win this battle.
In the sky, seeing that the Thirteenth Prince was in danger, Gan Da Po's expression sank, and he dared not hesitate any more.
"Um?"
In the battlefield, when the six witch queens saw this, their expressions were all condensed, and they did not dare to be careless. They raised their Yuan and blocked the red mist.
However, an astonishing scene happened. The red mist emanating from Gandalf quickly eroded the six witch queens' body-protecting essence and was unstoppable.
In the battle below, Fei Yu Wu, who was injured in the body, was not bad for a while, and the red mist entered her body, her body staggered suddenly, and a mouthful of blood was vomited.
"The red mist is poisonous, everyone be careful."
In the void, the white-clothed witch turned her palms to shake off the red mist that was constantly spreading around, and reminded in a condensed voice.
The appearance of a young girl, with red mist all over her body, could it be the identity of this person!
Eight tribes, Gandalf!
The white-clothed witch queen's expression became solemn, why did the eight tribes die in the war of the ancient times, why did they still appear here
"Gandalf, thank you."
In the battle below, Feiyu Witch Queen's body was injured for a moment, and a calm voice came out, and the sword energy broke through the thickly entangled long silk, tearing the bounds of the whole body.
The figure of Suyi walked out, the figure passed by, and instantly came to the front of Feiyu Wuhou.
The icy sword light pierced through Feiyu Witch Queen's body-protecting true essence with a single sword, and penetrated into the latter's shoulders.
Poisoned first, Fei Yu Wu's body was restrained, and her reaction was already a little slower.
"Crimson Feather!"
The white-robed witch queen's expression changed slightly, however, in the red fog poisonous formation, her clones lacked skills, and it was too late to support her.
Not far away, a condensed color flashed in the eyes of Prince Xuankong. One person dragged the four witch queens without giving them a chance to support them.
This is the best opportunity. If you can get rid of a witch queen here, the morale of the demon army will definitely be boosted.
In the battle below, a sword shook the sky, Fei Yu Wu Hou stepped back, and on the left shoulder, the sword edge penetrated the body, and blood was dripping continuously.
The heavily wounded body was hard to raise, Fei Yu Wu raised her hand to grab the sword's edge and forcibly stopped her retreat.
Ning Chen snorted coldly, the sword in his hand turned, a waterfall of blood spurted out, and the vermilion was dyed again.
Feiyu Wuhou groaned, blood dripping from her slender hand, and her left hand barely lifted her Yuan, and slapped the former.
Ning Chen waved his sword to meet him, and above Xuanjie, the demonic energy surged, slamming the king's palm.
"Uh"
The demonic energy devoured the body, blood overflowed from Feiyu Wuhou's mouth, and the figure flew out a hundred meters and slammed onto the ground.
"cough cough"
In the dust and sand, the witch queen Feiyu staggered to her feet, coughed violently several times in her mouth, blood stained her body, and it was abnormally desolate.
In front of the Wu clan army, the six witch queens looked at the battle situation ahead, and their eyes were all condensed.
Bai Zhi has taken action, and they are still at a disadvantage, and it is not easy for the Tianmo royal family to deal with it.
"The Thirteenth Prince of the Devil, let us look at it with admiration."
Among the six witch queens, a woman in a black dress opened her mouth and said lightly.
"The disciples of the Nine You Demon Sovereign are naturally not too bad."
Beside, the witch queen in red replied calmly.
"Fei Yu is injured, so she may not be able to hold it anymore, Hongxue, you can take action." said the witch queen in the black dress.
"Um"
The witch in red nodded, without further delay, the figure flashed and disappeared.
In the battle situation ahead, the sword light broke through the dust and sand, and swept to it again, cold and murderous, biting abnormally.
The murderous intention was in front, Feiyu Wu flashed the meaning of decisiveness in the back eyes, opened and closed his hands, the true essence retrograde, suddenly, blood mist spurted, and the violent true energy swept out.
"A desperate move? Is this necessary?"
The corners of Ning Chen's mouth were slightly curved, and a voice transmission said a sentence, his figure became a little faster, and he was in front of the former in an instant.
"Keng!"
The sword's edge pierced the air, but hearing the sound of the battle between the gods and soldiers, a red-clothed figure appeared in front of Fei Yu Wu's back, and the red long sword in his hand blocked the Moon Demon Divine Artifact.
"The sword of the thirteenth prince is amazing. In this game, the Wuwu clan lost."
After the red snow witch said something, the sword edge swung, and the red snowflakes filled the air, forcibly shaking the battle.
After the words fell, the Red Snow Witch quickly retreated from the battlefield after taking the severely wounded Feiyu Witch.
In the battlefield, Ning Chen waved his sword to shake the red snowflakes away, his eyes looked at the two retreating, his expression was slightly condensed, and he did not chase after them.
His purpose has been achieved, and there is no need to put himself in danger.
"retreat."
Ning Chen opened his mouth, stepped forward, turned around and swept toward the army of demons behind him.
In the void, Gandalf heard the order, but she didn't want to fight. She turned her palms and shook the white-clothed witch in front of her, and immediately retreated to the battlefield.
In the final battle, Xuankong fought the four witch queens alone. After the other two battles were over, Xuankong didn't fight any more.
The four witch queens looked at the figure who was leaving calmly in front of them, and their expressions were abnormally heavy. The strength of this fifth prince of the Demon Imperial Family was so powerful that it was almost impossible to see the limit.
The war between the two armies ended temporarily with the defeat of the Wu clan. Since the war between the two clans, the Heavenly Demon Imperial clan won for the first time.
The two armies withdrew and returned to their respective camps.
In the witch clan camp, the Red Snow Witch Queen returned with the severely wounded Fei Yu Witch Queen. She didn't dare to delay.
The poison of the red fog erodes the bones, the Fei Yu Wu Queen's body is abnormally disordered, and the Red Snow Wu Queen looks more and more dignified, troublesome.
Outside the camp, the witch queen Bai Zhi and the other ten witch queens walked in and said, "How is Fei Yu?"
"It's okay to say that the trauma does not hurt the internal organs, but these red mists are extremely toxic and difficult to remove." The Queen Red Snow said solemnly.
"Eight Demons, Gandalf!"
When Bai Zhiwu heard the words, her expression became cold and abnormal. According to ancient legends, Gandharpo was good at making incense and poison, and those who were infected would have death and no life.
"This poison, we are incompetent, we can only send Feiyu back to the Wu clan, and ask the Emperor Gou to take action." The Queen Red Snow said sternly.
Queen Bai Zhi nodded, looked at Fei Yu Wu, who was in a coma, and said, "I'll go, I'll leave it to you for the time being."
"rest assured."
The Red Snow Witch Queen nodded lightly, lifted Fei Yu Witch Queen up, handed it into the former's hands, and said, "With me here, nothing will happen here."
After Bai Zhiwu took Fei Yu, without further delay, the figure flashed past and swiftly swept towards the north.
In the Great Demon Camp, Ning Chen stood in front of the camp, looking to the north, after a long time, he opened his mouth and said, "Is your poison easy to cure?"
"It's incomprehensible." Gan Da Po said indifferently.
Hearing this, Ning Chen shook his head regretfully and said, "Unfortunately."
Gandalf frowned, not understanding what the former meant.
Ning Chen smiled without explaining.
What he said was a pity that he clearly knew the next move of the Twelve Witch Queen, but he couldn't say or do anything. It was really boring.
Feiyu Witch Queen was injured, and the only way to survive was to send it back to the Witch Clan.
After standing for a moment, Ning Chen calmed down, turned around and walked towards the camp behind him.
Outside the tent, Prince Xuankong looked at the young figure walking in front, smiled and said, "Thirteen, today's battle, hard work."
"Uncle Fifth is polite, this is what Thirteen should do." Ning Chen respectfully said.
"I have long heard that Jiuyou has a disciple with an extraordinary cultivation base on the sword. I can see it today, and the rumors are true."
Prince Xuankong smiled and said, "With time, your achievements on the sword will not be inferior to your fourth uncle."
"Uncle Fifth is over-acclaimed."
Ning Chen said softly, "Uncle Fourth is the number one sword in the world, and Thirteen is still far behind."
Just when the battle in the north was temporarily suspended, in the southeast of the primitive demon domain, the army of the demons that Xuan Qi was sitting in was pressing step by step, and the army of the stone tribe was retreating.
Five days later, the two armies faced off again in different places. Xuan Qi looked at the fourth Sacred Guardian who appeared in front of the Shi clan army, and his eyes first saw a condensed expression.
This person is different from the other three stone guardians.
If he guessed correctly, the person in front of him is the head of the six sacred guardians of the Stone Clan.
The war is about to start, and suddenly, above the nine heavens, there are dense clouds and thunder, and a dragon-shaped figure looms.
It's him! When Prince Xuanqi saw this, his expression was slightly condensed, eight tribes, dragons.