With every step he took, Ding Hao's momentum surged.
It was like a raging wave sweeping towards the demon camp on the opposite side.
He actually wanted to challenge thousands of demon masters on his own.
Lan's expression changed, and finally a hint of anger appeared. This feeling of being ignored insulted his long-standing self-confidence.
"Kill him for me!"
Lan said gloomily.
Dozens of figures immediately flew out around him.
Nine peak demon emperors and three demon emperors.
Dozens of streams of demonic energy flooded the void, making it irresistible. Even one side of the void was twisted and collapsed. The combined force of dozens of powerful men was enough to twist and collapse the whole world. Wenjian Sect's mountain-protecting formation and the void were The formation of demonic patterns was activated, and golden and black patterns ran around randomly.
The terrifying aura and chaotic airflow were like hurricanes, causing the weak and powerful ones in the demon camp to fly backwards like rice husks in the hurricane...
Lan snorted coldly and flicked it casually.
An invisible force eliminated this chaotic wind.
And on the opposite side.
Ding Hao, one by one, fully withstood this terrifying power. Behind him, the disciples of Wenjian Sect hardly felt the slightest pressure.
"Dark Demon Devours!"
"The source of magic has fallen!"
"The golden demon is heartbroken**!"
With violent roars, dozens of monster clan warriors unleashed their strongest power.
The violent force that filled the sky almost completely overwhelmed Ding Hao.
At this moment, Ding Hao reacted.
His body swayed, and suddenly countless phantom clones emerged from his body. They were exactly the same as his original body. They all held magic knives in their hands and rose into the sky, just like dozens of Ding Haos appearing between heaven and earth. Every time Each clone faced a strong monster from the demon race, passing by like a gust of wind, and the sword wind was merciless.
Puff puff!
Blood arrows burst out and blood fountains splashed.
At the moment when they passed each other, the demon clan strongmen who took action were like straws chopped by sharp blades, all split in two. Before the corpses fell to the ground, the essence energy in them was absorbed by the magic knife.
Dozens of powerful demon clan men instantly turned into dozens of balls of flying ash and dissipated in the air.
Whoosh!
The sound of the rapid body flying across the sky was like the whistling of arrows. Everyone felt that their eyes were blurred. Ding Hao, who was all over the sky, came together again. Finally, they all overlapped and returned, turning into one person. He was in the air, like lightning. , the magic sword emitted bursts of demonic chants, and the blade pointed at none other than the young master of Tianyao Palace, Lan.
"What?"
Lan's pupils shrank.
He never expected that the dozens of powerful men under his command would not be the combined enemy of this human race boy.
The phantom that filled the sky just now was not actually a clone, but because Ding Hao had taken action against more than a dozen powerful monsters. However, his speed was too fast. When ordinary people's eyes caught Ding Hao's first action, In fact, it was just an illusion of high-speed movement, and the process was delayed by at least three or four seconds.
Incredible speed.
After he killed twelve powerful monsters, people saw his afterimage left in the sky.
Lan is the only one who sees through the mystery.
The terrifying human master hit the wall this time.
Brutal blood-colored murderous intent, as if it came from an ancient battlefield, was mixed with sword energy, pouring out like bloody sea water all over the sky. Lan's body swayed, and he was already in mid-air. A silver halberd appeared in his hand, and he went forward.
Clang, Clang, Clang!
The sound of sputtering sparks and dense metal buzzing echoed between heaven and earth like a violent storm hitting a plantain.
"puff!"
Someone opened his mouth and spurted blood arrows, staggered back and fell from the air.
It was Lan.
"Your Highness..." The demon masters were shocked and rushed to the rescue.
"Death!" Ding Hao turned into a god of death and showed no mercy.
With a long sword move, Pi Lian's sword light poured out like the Milky Way falling down. The demon clan strongman who approached was instantly chopped into bloody foam and his corpse exploded into pieces.
In the next moment, the sword's light shrank, turning into a streak of autumn water, and slashed down towards Lan's head.
"Ah ah ah..." At the critical moment, Lan screamed wildly, his golden demonic power surged, and he raised his silver halberd with both hands, trying to block the sword.
but-
puff!
Blood arrows burst out.
The silver halberd of the pinnacle treasure level was as fragile as a rolling pin in front of the magic sword. It was cut into two pieces with one sword. The sword did not weaken, cutting off half of Lan's left shoulder. Demonic blood spilled into the sky, and Lan's face almost hurt. Ferociously transformed.
He roared and backed away.
The strong demon clan man next to him rushed down wildly without fear of death and temporarily stopped Ding Hao.
"You are all going to die today." Ding Hao showed no mercy. The magic knife in his hand burst into flames, just like the sickle used by the God of Death to harvest life. Wherever it passed, there was no enemy at all. No combat skills or weapons were around. In front of the magic sword, they are all vulnerable.
opposite.
The disciples of Wenjian Sect all gasped.
After three years of not seeing each other, Ding Hao's combat power has grown somewhat terrifyingly. The thousands of monsters in front of him are enough to sweep across the entire Snow State. However, in front of Ding Hao, they are as fragile as a group of clay statues. It is impossible to describe this scene with the words "destroying the dead". It’s like the autumn wind blowing away the fallen leaves, unstoppable.
Lan's figure kept retreating.
An arm was cut off, and the severe pain made his face look ferocious. Looking at the figure wielding a sword like a demon in the distance, he knew that this time he really encountered a dangerous opponent.
But so what
A ferocious and crazy smile appeared on Lan's face.
He opened his right palm, and a crystal-like jade-like blood appeared in his hand. His eyes were burning with crazy flames. He raised his head and swallowed the coquettish blood.
boom!
A radiation ring like a nuclear explosion spread out with Arashi as the center.
Some of the powerful demon clan men who were protecting him around him were shocked to pieces.
"Hahahaha," Lan raised his head and laughed wildly. An aura that was several times more powerful than before erupted from his body. The severed right arm appeared at a speed visible to the naked eye. He almost instantly regained his full combat power - No, it should be said that it has an aura that is dozens of times more powerful than before.
Ding Hao's figure stopped.
The sword light in the sky converged, and the strong demon clan men surrounding him froze in place as if they had been cast a immobilization spell.
"Huh? Did you use some secret method to stimulate your potential?" Ding Hao looked at Lan who was laughing wildly and domineeringly, with a calm expression.
The Heavenly Demon Palace is the super power of the demon tribe in the Northern Territory. As the young master of the Heavenly Demon Palace, Lan has some trump cards to protect himself. This is what Ding Hao expected. Just now, Lan was only at the level of the Second Aperture Demon Emperor. , this moment... is at least the cultivation level of the Six-Aperture Demon Emperor.
"Poor idiot, do you think you can really challenge me?" Lan floated in the air with his feet one or two meters above the ground, his eyes burning with crazy flames. His eyes were like daggers, staring at Ding Hao, and said condescendingly: "Let me waste one, and I will make your life worse than death."
Ding Hao said nothing.
He was carefully observing the changes on his opponent, and felt a faint power of the Great Demon's bloodline, and a thin aura of the Supreme, which seemed to be something left by the Demon Clan Supreme or the Half-Step Supreme.
Lan looked sinister and sneered: "Ding Hao, when I heard that you destroyed the Sky Splitting Sword Sect, you were quite famous. I was very interested in killing a human master like you."
"It's so long-winded." Ding Hao finished his observation and had an idea in his mind, but he still didn't take his opponent to heart.
Lan was furious for no reason. He didn't know why. The casual and relaxed demeanor of the young man in green shirt in front of him made Lan unable to suppress the anger in his heart. It was as if the two had a deep hatred before. Likewise, Lan wished to tear Ding Hao into pieces right away.
Lan showed off his powerful power and said with a smile: "I heard that the female head of Wenjian Sect is your woman? If I press her... "
Before he finished speaking, a powerful force came towards him.
Ding Hao's furious face magnified in Lan's sight.
The sole of one foot was crushed like a mountain.
So fast!
Lan was slightly shocked, raised his hand and punched out.
"You want to trample me under your feet? You are really overestimating your abilities!" He laughed.
After fusion, he was very confident in his own power. It was the real foundation of the Heavenly Demon Palace. It was the blood of the Supreme Demon Clan, which contained great power. Only a few of the favored sons of the Heavenly Demon Palace were given one. True blood is used to reverse the situation and save lives at the most dangerous time.
but-
boom!
The moment the fist collided with the lower body, Lan felt his whole arm go numb, and instantly lost his intuition. The huge force above his head felt like the weight of the entire world was crushing him down.
His whole body was blown away, falling towards the ground like a meteorite.
"You..." Lan struggled angrily, but even with the help of his strength, he found incredibly that he could not resist the power of this kick.
boom!
His whole body was trampled into the ground.
Ding Hao's foot stepped on his face.
The huge humiliation left Lan's mind blank.
How can this be
Why is this happening
"Who is it that overestimates one's ability?" Ding Hao lowered his head and said slowly, word by word: "Do you really think that the demon clan can run rampant in the world? I have killed dozens of demon saints in my hands. Who do you think you are?" Dare you be arrogant in front of the Wenjian Sect? You insulted Xiaolan and sought death yourself. Although I don’t want to torture people, I don’t want to see you die too easily, you bastard, just enjoy the pain slowly!”
Ding Hao's feet were grinding on his face.
"Ahhh..." Lan struggled wildly, but couldn't break free from the trampling of that foot.
Ding Hao stamped his feet mercilessly.
Bang bang bang!
All of Lan's limbs were trampled into minced meat, mixed with the soil and turned into bloody mud. The other strong demon clan men who rushed around to rescue them were knocked away by him with a backhand knife before they even got close.
Leng Sen's murderous intent condensed in Ding Hao's eyes.
"Ah, hahaha, kill me. If you have the guts, kill me. Haha, after you ask the Sword Sect, the Heavenly Demon Palace will not let you go..." Lan Zhuangruo provoked Ding Hao crazily.
Ding Hao didn't say anything and crushed half of his body with his foot.