Is it too late for him to swallow what he just said
The city lord of Tuxian City fell to his knees with a plop, saying, "Long live the Demon Lord!"
Tianhe swallowed, stood up from his seat, grabbed the mirage by the window, and was about to fly down.
And at the moment Tianhe moved, the battle situation on the magic crystal platform once again changed drastically.
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He Lianzhuo, who had been hacked to pieces by Muyan's Qijue Sword before, and whose stumps were flying around, stood up intact at this time.
He was holding a handful of black flags in each of his hands.
While the banner was waving, a steady stream of demon energy gathered on him from Tuxian Square, making his strength grow at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The seventh level of the devil, the eighth level of the devil, the ninth level of the devil, the peak of the devil!
Muyan's expression became more and more solemn, she bit the tip of her tongue, and used the pain to force her consciousness not to be eroded by the toxin.
Turning his head and looking, he saw that a large area had already been lying down on the square which was crowded with people just now.
Even Yun Ruohan, Yu Ying and Ye Ling fell to the ground with pain on their faces.
Ye Ling, whose cultivation base was low, had already passed out, and his body twitched violently.
It is conceivable that if the magic energy in her body continues to be drawn away, her magic core will collapse because it cannot bear it.
At that time, even her life will not be saved.
"Ye Liangchen, I didn't intend to use this trick in Tuxian City. I really didn't expect that you could push me to this point."
Helian Zhuo's tone was calm, with arrogance and complacency.
But in fact, his mood was far from peaceful.
The boy in front of him was far beyond his imagination.
Like him, he is a descendant of the devil raised by heaven, and he has changed from spiritual cultivation to magic cultivation just like him.
But Ye Liangchen is more than a hundred years younger than him, yet his strength is already so strong.
If you give him a little more time...
Thinking of this, Helian Zhuo's heart boiled with murderous intent.
He must completely kill this powerful competitor, and he will never recover.
He Lianzhuo raised the black flag in his hand and shook it slightly in the air twice.
Suddenly, the sharp sound in the sky sounded again.
The thick red fog enveloped Muyan.
Her hearing and vision were sealed again, and her consciousness could not be extended.
What was even more frightening than before was that this time it was not just a short moment.
Muyan's whole body tensed up suddenly, cold sweat oozes from the palm holding the Qi Jue Sword.
The next moment, a sharp pain came from his shoulder.
She suddenly turned around and swung the long sword, but nothing was cut.
"Hehe, Ye Liangchen, stop struggling to die, it's useless."
In the sharp whistling sound, Helian Zhuo's voice poured directly into her mind, with a bloodthirsty and violent killing intent, "Even if you will be punished for violating the rules of the general election for recruiting relatives, I will never allow you to live!"
"Oh, by the way, there is also You Yue and her familiar, I remember, that humble and useless waste familiar, seems to be your senior brother? Don't worry, they will go down with you soon !"
puff!
The long sword pierced Muyan's chest, making her unable to hold on any longer, and fell to her knees.
The blood stained the clothes on her body red, and spread on the magic crystal platform.
The voice that had disappeared began to enter the ears intermittently.
Pain, struggle, fear, despair!
That was the wailing of the demons in Tuxian Square.
Because the demons believe that the strong are respected, the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit.