Dust and smoke rose up into the sky, blocking everyone's sight. They only felt a strong pressure spreading out from the hole. A strong airflow was heard, causing all people and objects within a hundred meters to fly out.
In mid-air, Feng Jiu looked at the scene below with shock in her clear eyes. She had never expected that Mo Ze had the ability to knock the Demon Lord down from mid-air with one punch.
As the dust and smoke gradually dissipated, the scene at the hole appeared in everyone's sight.
The big man in a black robe and a beard punched the chest of the Demon Lord who was knocked down and lying on his back in the hole. The Demon Lord was pale at this time, and a mouthful of blood flowed out of his mouth. He seemed unable to get up, and lay there groaning and gasping.
The bearded man in the black robe was filled with murderous aura, and there was a strong spiritual energy flowing through his fist that was pressing against the Demon Lord's chest. His eyes were cold and fierce, and bloodthirsty murderous intent emerged in his deep pupils. Without giving the Demon Lord time to breathe, he swung his fist down again.
The punch was swung quickly and fiercely from the right chin to the left. As the punch was thrown, the Demon Lord spat out a mouthful of blood, and mixed in the blood were the teeth knocked out by Xuanyuan Moze.
However, when he was about to strangle the Demon Lord's throat to take his life, a powerful pressure suddenly burst out from the Demon Lord's body. Seeing the change in his body aura, Xuanyuan Moze immediately let go of his hand and quickly retreated.
At the moment he retreated, a red flash of light flashed past where he was just now. Seeing this scene, his deep eyes narrowed, and a light flashed in his hand, and the Xuanyuan Sword appeared in his palm.
The Demon Lord stood up with one hand covering his chest which was aching all over. In his other hand he held a blood-red sword and stared at Xuanyuan Moze with a grim look. The next moment, his figure flashed and he rushed forward at the speed of light.
The sword energy on the blood-colored sword rushed out like a column of blood. When he saw Xuanyuan Moze using the ancient divine sword Xuanyuan Sword to block his attack, he did not slow down and started fighting again.
Two black figures, equally powerful, fought back and forth in mid-air, the aura of the strong permeated, and the powerful pressure was even stronger than before...
Perhaps it was because he was hit in the chest by Xuanyuan Moze unexpectedly, which injured his internal organs. At this time, after fighting with Xuanyuan Moze for dozens of moves, the speed of the Demon Lord gradually slowed down, and even his attack became weaker.
Realizing the worsening of his internal injuries and the strong strength of the bearded man in front of him, the Demon Lord knew that he could not kill him in a short time. After blocking the fierce attack of Xuanyuan Sword, his whole body suddenly retreated, and he retreated several hundred meters in an instant before stopping in mid-air, staring at Xuanyuan Moze and Fengjiu.
“I won’t let this go! Fengjiu, just wait for me! I will definitely come again!” As the voice came out, a figure flew towards the sky. As the figure went away, the voice gradually weakened.
Seeing the Demon Lord retreat, the remaining injured demon cultivators also quickly followed suit after seeing him leave.