Nuorilang Peak.
Mo Shuai sat in the corner of Daoshan Liao, eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.
In addition to the green patina in the crevices of the armor, there are also many frosty colors.
His aura has been raised to the peak state, and even this mountain is expressing surrender.
Of course he didn't fall asleep, he was listening to the movement in the grassland.
He heard Li Shan's sword, Li Gong's sleeve, and Nanxi Zhai's slender fingertips, and he remained unmoved.
Then, he heard the sound of the iron knife being unsheathed, and opened his eyes suddenly.
"So confident?"
Many years ago, not far from Xuelao City, Heipao organized a murder against Su Li.
At the most critical moment, Chen Changsheng came out of the Zhou Garden and handed the yellow paper umbrella to Su Li.
Su Li grabbed the hilt of the sword, and the demon generals dozens of miles away were severely injured.
Su Li drew out half of the sword, and the black robe retreated.
Today, Wang Po vaguely has a bit of Su Li's demeanor that day, although he didn't make a direct move.
But just as the commander-in-chief was puzzled, the one who died was a strong man in the sanctuary, and Wang Po should have consumed a lot. Isn't he afraid of affecting the subsequent battle
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There was a gap in the front of the skirt, which was blown by the wind, and it was a bit inconvenient to walk. The knife intention spontaneously cut it, and it floated far away like a kite with a broken string.
Wang Po thought of Xiao Zhang, thinking that that bad-tempered guy didn't know where he was at this time, and only hoped that he would never go to Xuelao City alone.
He looked to the other side of the grassland.
There is another battlefield.
Sect Leader Li Shan waved his sleeves and said, "I don't need it here."
After more than ten li, his voice sounded clearly in front of Wang Po.
Wang Po nodded, and continued to walk forward.
The third magic general and the eighth magic general put away their weapons suddenly and retreated a distance.
Three pitch-black magic weapons exuded a gloomy smell, flying in the sky above them, monitoring the movement around them.
Sect Leader Li Shan was slightly taken aback, his white eyebrows raised, and he also stepped back a certain distance.
At the same time, the human cavalry and wolf cavalry were also retreating to both sides.
There were two bloodthirsty giant wolves who were overly stimulated by the smell of blood and refused to obey the order to leave. As a result, their heads were beheaded by the demon cavalry without hesitation.
A passage appeared in the middle of the grassland several miles wide.
From the grassland to the top of Nuorilang Peak.
There was nothing in this passage, and it was extremely quiet.
Elsewhere the fighting was still raging.
The silence here is particularly eerie.
Mo Shuai opened his eyes, indicating that he was ready.
Wang Po's iron knife was also ready to be unsheathed.
At this point in the battle, it can no longer be interrupted, nor can it be disturbed.
Moshuai is the strongest of the Mozu, this is already a recognized fact in Moyuxueyuan.
Wang Po's qualifications cannot be compared with other sanctuary powerhouses, but he is the undisputed leader of the human race.
The battle between them, in a sense, represents the war between the human race and the demon race.
Such a fight should be respected.
This also means that no one can lose.
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Wang Po looked at the mountain peak tens of miles away.
Nuorilang Peak is black, but now it has white hair.
In a short period of time, a thick layer of snow has accumulated on the peak.
That was the manifestation of the Demon Commander's fighting spirit, cold and invincible.
There is a line of footprints on the grassland behind Wang Po.
That is his way.
Just like his knife path, it is extremely straight.
Wang Po disappeared.
When he reappeared, he was already in the sky more than ten miles away.
Moshuai didn't wait for him at the peak.
The mountain tusk, which was tens of feet high, let out a cry of pain.
Its nostrils sprayed hot mist like a fountain, and its sinking feet stepped out more than a dozen cobweb-like cracks in the rock on the top of the peak.
The snow danced wildly.
Mo Shuai jumped into the sky, flipped his hands over and held a knife.
It was an incomparably huge machete.
The blade is sharp and bright, but there is a black streak formed by the night at the edge.
No one thought that the real weapon of such a short man was such a machete, which was more than three times taller than him, which was extremely exaggerated!
Mo Shuai fell from the sky, holding a scimitar in both hands, and slashed at Wang Po!
Wang Po drew the saber with his backhand, straight with his forearm, just like cutting Luoshui back then, he slashed across!
boom!
There was a loud bang.
The night spreading out of the valley suddenly shook like a tangible black cloth, and it was like an ocean of ink.
Thousands of dust clouds rose from the cliffs and grasslands.
In a radius of hundreds of miles, both human soldiers and demon soldiers were so shaken that they covered their ears with pained expressions on their faces.
Even if they were already red-eyed, they had no choice but to temporarily stop their attacks.
The two hundred or so wolves closest to them were directly shaken to death, and they didn't even have time to scream!
Mo Shuai was shaken back to the top of Nuorilang Peak, and sat back in the corner of Dao Shanyao's chair exactly.
Rolling more than seven hundred times in the sky, his face was a little pale, but it was covered by the helmet and the complicated jewelry patterns.
Wang Po fell on the grassland, and more than a dozen bottomless cracks extended from the soles of his feet to the distance.
"Hahahahahaha!"
A series of hoarse and ugly laughter came from Moshuai's helmet.
The laughter was extraordinarily arrogant and domineering, making one seem to be able to see the ferocious smile on his face.
"It is said that you are an inexhaustible genius of the human race. Today, it turns out that you are nothing more than that!"
Wang Po didn't speak.
His hand holding the iron knife trembled slightly.
There was a deep gash on the blade of the iron knife.
Who lost
Could it be that Wang Po lost
Mo Shuai's laughter suddenly stopped abruptly.
There was a muffled pop.
The sound is like a street artist in Kyoto performing fire-breathing oil...
Countless streaks of blood flowed from the gap in the helmet.
The color of the blood was very rich, mixed with some weird dark green.
A long time ago, some people suspected that Mo Shuai should be a member of the royal family, and today this fact has finally been proved.
It's just why his blood is mixed with dark green
No one has thought about this issue for the time being.
People were speechless in shock at what had happened.
——Mo Shuai was seriously injured, spurting blood!
"You are really strong, you have even surpassed Bie Yanghong before you died."
Mo Shuai's voice became a little deeper, but not as unpleasant as before.
"Although you are still not my opponent, I have to admit that it is very difficult to kill you today."
For the demons, killing Wang Po is more important than killing the human coach.
Since there is no way to complete this task, and since I have suffered serious injuries, what are you doing here
The order was transmitted from the top of Nuorilang Peak to the grassland, and the wolf riders began to form a team, preparing to evacuate.
The head of Li Shan glanced at Wang Po. Mao Qiuyu and Huairen also looked at Wang Po.
What to do next depends on what Wang Po wants.
As long as Wang Po nods his head, the Zhetian Sword of Li Shan's head will go towards the top of Nuori Peak.
Taoist nun Huairen was seriously injured, but she should be able to keep the prince of Xuelaocheng who had been seriously injured by Mao Qiuyu for a while.
And Mao Qiuyu was responsible for keeping the third and eighth demon generals on the grassland.
So maybe there is a real chance to kill Moshuai.
This is a seemingly simple, but complex rotation strategy.
Several strong human races looked at each other and made arrangements.
The wind blows the cloth shirt, whistling.
Wang Po didn't nod his head, and didn't make any other movements, even the slightest, like a stone statue.
He didn't want to give Mao Qiuyu and others any wrong signals, because that would have very serious consequences.
Mao Qiuyu and the others understood what he meant. They were a little worried and regretful, but they also relaxed a little.
At this moment, the night that gushed out of the valley suddenly became much lighter.
Because the sun in the sky became so bright!
A figure appeared in the blazing sunlight, like a falling star, blasting towards the magic commander at the top of the peak.
Prime Minister!
In his opinion, this is the best opportunity to kill Mo Shuai, and he cannot miss it no matter what!
Looking at this scene, Wang Po's expression suddenly changed.