In the world of flames, the decision on the sword, the double demons finally appear, and the magic power moves the world.
Thousand Demon Wuji, Heaven Burying Demon Sword, Jiwei collided with the sound, the entire flame world collapsed, the fire waves dispersed, burning the sky and boiling the sea.
In the violent aftermath, I saw the victor standing proudly, and suddenly, blood splashed from his chest, dyeing his demon body red.
"Uh!"
He retreated several steps, blood stained his body, Xuan Qi staggered several steps under his feet, blood dripping all over his body, dazzling abnormally.
In the distance, the white-haired figure in Xuanyi flew out and directly hit a meteor. The form of the magic sword was restored, and the breath gradually converged.
Between the king's eyebrows, a clear sword mark appeared, and blood dripped down silently.
The final move was defeated, and the king was completely exhausted. The tragic battle gave too much shock to the kings here.
"Luo Fei, go and bring Ziyi back."
From the human race camp, Ning Chen opened his mouth and said calmly.
"Um."
Luo Fei nodded, stepped on her feet, and flew towards the starry sky in front of her.
During the battle, Xuan Qi saw that the human race made a move, his expression sank, and he was heavily injured.
He knew very well that such an opponent would definitely become a major worry in the Demon Realm in the future, and he must get rid of it as soon as possible.
At this moment, on the starry sky, the black-robed and black-haired figure galloped past, taking the lead and blocking the demon.
The ghostly warriors stand in the way, and no one is allowed to overtake them.
"In this battle, the human race admits defeat."
Ning Chen looked at the first sword of the Demon Race in front of him and said calmly.
In the back, Luo Fei's figure swept past, came to the unconscious Ziyi, took the latter, and exited the battle.
In the starry sky, the two people looking at each other, murderous intent flashed in their eyes, and they were icy cold.
"Treasure the time you have left."
Xuan Qi waved his sword and immediately turned around and walked towards the Demon Realm camp.
At the end of the second debate, the Primal Demon Realm won. However, in the Demon Realm camp, there was not much joy on the faces of the kings, and the strength of the human race had exceeded their expectations.
"It's alright."
In front of the kings, Xuan Lie looked at the man walking back and said.
"It's okay, just adjust your breath for a moment."
Xuan Qi replied calmly, walked aside, and began to sit cross-legged to adjust his breath.
The eyes that slowly closed, the dignified expression was still difficult to hide, the battle was just now, and it was really dangerous.
The younger generation of the human race has grown to such a terrifying level that it is almost equal to them.
From the human camp, Luo Fei brought back the unconscious Xia Ziyi. After Ning Chen stepped forward to investigate, she felt a little relieved.
The injury wasn't too serious, it was just that the body was exhausted and it was too out of strength.
The first sword of the Demon Race is well-deserved. With Ziyi's strength, he still lost the battle to such an extent, which is a pity.
"Luo Fei, you help Ziyi heal, Sister Qingming, you're ready to go to the next battle category."
Ning Chen looked at the two and said.
"Um."
The two nodded and replied.
Above the void, the voices of the two kings rose again, announcing the result of the second battle.
The Human Race and the Demon Realm have each won one round, and the third battle is coming soon.
All the kings watched, the representatives of the two realms selected the third battle category, the Xiaguang was prosperous, and a dazzling gun character appeared in front of everyone.
"Is it finally my turn?"
Primitive Demon Realm camp, Asura saw the big characters manifested in the void, a stream of light flashed in his eyes, and he said.
"Asura, leave it to you."
Xuan Lie opened his mouth and said in a condensed voice, "God of War of the Demon Race, you must never fail, understand?"
"I understand."
Asura nodded, stepped forward, and swept toward the six reincarnations ahead.
In the human race camp, the key battle is coming, everyone looked at the landlord Xiaoyue not far away, with a condensed expression on his face.
Ahead, Ning Chen looked at the six paths of reincarnation spinning in the void, with an unusually dignified expression.
In this battle, the right time and place are very important. This time, it really depends on luck.
"Marquis Zhiming, now, I understand some of the reasons why you guarded the world in the first place."
The landlord of Xiaoyue stepped forward, calmly said a sentence, and immediately swept to the starry sky ahead.
Between the two camps, the six realms of reincarnation turned, and the flame world collapsed in the previous battle. Now, there are only five realms left, which are constantly changing.
In the eyes of everyone, in a small world illuminated by holy light, the two figures walked out and appeared on the battlefield.
"Light Realm."
From the two camps, the peak kings looked at the scene ahead, and their expressions were all shocked.
"The Big Game!"
The reappearance of the big game, this time, luck is on the side of the human race, the holy demons are defeated, and the bright world completely suppresses the demons' war gods.
"Not good."
The original demon camp, the changes in the expressions of the kings, and the situation of the big gamble, this is the worst result.
There is absolutely no doubt about Asura's strength, but no matter how strong a person is, if his strength cannot be exerted, he will not be able to win every battle.
In the world of light, Asura and Lord Xiaoyue faced each other at a distance. Between heaven and earth, the power of light filled the air, constantly purifying the demonic energy emanating from the Demon Race God of War.
"Please!"
The landlord Xiaoyue said with a smile.
"King of the human race, let Asura fight to the fullest."
When the words fell, Asura let out a deep drink, the demonic energy around him was surging, and a mouthful of ancient demons came out in response.
The beacon fire was in the city, and the war was full of people. Asura held the gun, moved, and the magic energy rushed to the sky.
"as you wish!"
The landlord of Xiaoyue responded, holding the right hand empty, and the Huangquan spear also manifested, stepping and turning in one step, strangely moving.
"Boom, boom!"
At the peak of the gun, the magic weapons are intertwined, and the clanging voice is incessant, the rare Wang Zhan in the world, as soon as the confrontation, it will become white hot.
Asura, the strongest god of war of the demons, a peerless powerhouse who half entered the imperial way. In ancient times, he once blocked the emperors of the human race.
The landlord of Xiaoyue, the mysterious and unpredictable king of the human race, although he rarely shoots, his strength is unfathomable.
The two peerless powerhouses confronted each other. In the bright world, the mad sand rolled in rage, the spears were vertical and horizontal, and every move was fatal.
"The Seven Laws of Huangquan, the three-shift soul judgment!"
The martial arts of rhythm that have been rebuilt, combined with spear art, the master of Xiaoyue steps, spins the spear, and the gunfire is thunderous.
"Um?"
Unprecedented martial arts, in Asura's hands, the beacon fire broke out from the city and blocked the attack.
With a loud bang, the divine soldiers merged, and the powerful aftermath shook. Asura suddenly felt a sharp pain in both ears, and the demonic energy in his body was violently unstable.
The opportunity to win appeared, and the landlord Xiaoyue stepped forward and swept forward with a gun.
The rapidly swirling Huangquan was fierce and aggressive, and within a few minutes, spears swept past and rushed forward.
The murderous intent was close, Asura suppressed the surging blood energy in his body, turned the beacon with both hands, and blocked the next wave of attacks.
"The fire of war kills the gods."
The time and place are unfavorable, Asura did not dare to fight for a long time, and the shot was to destroy the sky and destroy the earth. I saw the flames swept above the beacon and swallowed the king of the human race in front.
When the landlord of Xiaoyue saw this, the figure was divided into two, avoiding the devil's best move. After a short while, the two became one again.
"boom!"
In a moment of crisis, behind Asura, a huge evil appearance of Asura appeared, blocking the desperate move.
In a shocking battle, in the primitive demon camp, the kings looked at the battle ahead, and their expressions became heavier and heavier.
Asura actually fell into a disadvantage, which is a situation that no one expected.
The Demon Race God of War is even stronger than Xuan Qi. It can be said that among the five debates, the Primordial Demon Realm has the highest chance of winning.
However, in the current situation, Asura may even be defeated.
There are really too many variables in the big game. Is it difficult for Asura to reverse this fate
In the human race, compared to the heavy hearts of the demon kings, the kings of the human race rarely showed smiles on their faces.
"God bless, if we win this round, the remaining two battles will be easy to fight." Luo Xingchen looked at the battle ahead, in a surprisingly good mood, and said with a smile on his face.
"It's really lucky to be able to get the big game."
On the side, Mu Qianshang's mood was also a little relaxed, and he smiled.
"Can we win this battle?"
Next to Zhiming, Lime asked softly.
"Asura still has reservations, but the landlord of Xiaoyue has also not shown all his strength. As long as there is no accident, the human race has a 90% chance of winning this battle." Ning Chen calmly said.
Just as the kings of the two realms were concentrating on watching the battle, in the void, the kings were also watching the battle below, with different expressions.
"The god of war of the demon race would have fallen into such a hard fight. Although the situation of the big gram is indeed unfavorable, the king of the human race is equally astounding." The Western Holy Master said, condensed.
"If this goes on like this, Asura is likely to lose in this battle." On the side, the scale emperor said coldly.
"Evil Emperor, such a situation is not the result we want to see."
Not far away, Yu Luowu, the lord of Shendu Mountain, also spoke with a heavy tone.
"Wait!"
In front of the emperors, the Seven Luminaries Demon Emperor had a gloomy expression and answered in a deep voice.
On the other side, the three demon emperors of the human race looked at the battle below, and their faces eased a lot.
"Old friend, these kings of the underworld really impress me."
The Tsing Yi Xiang Shi smiled. "Many of them have experienced divine battles, regardless of their combat experience or psychological adaptability, they are all within the reach of ordinary powerhouses. These people will be the hope for the future of the human race, and the Marquis of Fate is the one who will lead these people. necessary
The essential. "The Lord of the Divine Realm said in a serious tone.
"The human race has these people, great luck."
On the side, Young Master Xiaobai sighed softly and said, "Teacher, I didn't understand why you chose that young man until now."
In the world of light, the battle between the two powerhouses is becoming more and more intense. The landlord Xiaoyue, who is blessed with the holy power of light, makes an unparalleled move.
"Boom!"
Hearing the shock of the world-shattering drama, the two divine weapons collided, causing a turbulent flow.
The god of war is now defeated, in the primitive demon realm, deep in the ancestral land of the demons, the Demon Emperor Kun Yi looked at the battle reflected in the sky ahead with an unusually cold expression.
The Demon God of War must not fail, otherwise, the name of the God of War will become a joke. Thinking of this, the Demon Emperor Kun Yi held his hands empty, and the entire ancestral land of the Heavenly Demons rumbled, and endless demonic energy surged back into the Emperor's body.