"Streng--"
Thousands of swords, long roar and shocking.
The dark fog all over the sky and the fog retreated, and they did not dare to get close to the sword.
The power of the ten-way royal sword, the Taoist lines are all over the void, and faintly show the appearance of a giant sword.
"Puff!"
A sword light flashed, the chest of the son of the devil was pierced, and the thick black blood splashed out of the wound.
The son of the demon grinned and let out a tingling roar.
"Wow!"
At a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye, the son of the demon suddenly came to the sky above Wu Junyan and grabbed it with his right hand.
Wu Junyan was shocked. Just now, the son of the demon was still in the black fog below. Why was he suddenly in a high place?
Everything happened so fast that it was too late for Wu Junyan to defend.
"Wow--"
Wu Junyan wanted to turn around and wield his sword, which also stimulated the sword skill.
However, the son of the devil has attacked, and his sharp nails fell on Wu Junyan's left face.
Although Wu Junyan raised the sword in his hand, and the countless sword lights around him rushed in, it was too late.
"Tear-up-"
A piece of flesh and blood was torn off by the son of the devil.
The monks watching the battle were shocked and sweated coldly for Wu Junyan.
The left face is bloody, and the bloody eyes are bulging, which may fall off at any time.
The white bone is exposed, and the left teeth can be clearly seen, which is frightening.
"It tastes delicious."
The son of the demon sniffed the flesh and blood in his hand and showed a cold smile. The orangutan's tongue licked his dry lips, looking forward to eating Wu Junyan.
"Buzz..."
The sword in his hand trembled slightly, and Wu Junyan was silent, with a faint golden light in his eyes.
It seems that you have to play with your life.
A transparent circular road plate appeared under his feet, engraved with the seal of yin and yang gossip.
Dafu Wuying body method, one of the top Taoist skills of Qingzong.
Only by using this skill can Wu Junyan maintain the same speed as the son of the devil, or even faster. Otherwise, Wu Junyan can only be beaten passively, and the ending can be imagined.
There is no way. The talent of the son of the demon is extremely horrible. In addition, he is a monk in the period of union, and his cultivation is far above Wu Junyan.
"Can Lao Wu hold on?"
Chen Qingyuan looked at Wu Junyan on the battlefield, frowning and full of sadness.
Forcing a variety of top-notch powers will cause a huge load on the body.
Wu Junyan's Taoist body is like a closed wooden barrel. Obviously, it is already full of water, but there is still a large amount of water pouring in it. It can't overflow. It can only give pressure to every position of the barrel and keep expanding.
When the limit is reached, the barrel will burst, which means that Wu Junyan will end up.
The realm of transformation of gods stimulates a variety of top Taoist skills, just like dancing on the tip of a knife, which may cause irreparable consequences at any time.
"Quick fight and quick decision."
Wu Junyan was clear about his behavior, and his eyes were condensed, and he decided to end the battle as soon as possible.
If the time is delayed, the higher the risk factor.
"Boom"
The sword pointed to the starry sky, and ten thousand swords condensed out, locking in the son of the devil.
"Bang--"
There was a loud noise, and the hair of the son of the devil was very hard, like thick armor, blocking countless swords, and the skin and flesh was not damaged.
"Wow--"
Wu Junyan's feet were windy, as if it was integrated with this starry sky. The speed was so fast that even the son of the devil could not be caught.
"How can this happen?"
The fierce attack of the son of the devil was all dodged by Wu Junyan. His scarlet eyes showed a little doubt and anger. The blue veins on his body burst out, and his face was ferocious and terrible.
"Sirrring..."
With a sword chant, Wu Junyan suddenly came to the side of the son of the devil, leaving a long sword mark on his left arm. The extremely hard fur can't bear this sword.
"Roar!"
The son of the demon roared, and the dark fog overflowed from his mouth. A huge storm rolled up in the battlefield, shattering thousands of swords. The breath on his body became stronger, and his expression became fierce, which made many young people outside the field feel palpitated and trembled.
In a blink of an eye, the son of the human demon mobilized the spiritual power of his whole body, and his strength and speed increased a lot.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
The two sides launched a fierce struggle, sometimes with blood mist splashing, and sometimes there was a huge explosion.
After hundreds of rounds, Wu Junyan was covered with scars, and so was the son of the devil.
However, the cultivation of the son of the devil has always been higher, and the situation is a little better than that of Wu Junyan.
"I can't believe that Wu Junyan can fight against the devil."
The proud of the world was stunned.
"Fortunately, I didn't fight against Wu Junyan at the beginning, otherwise..."
Those proud people who have participated in the feast of all veins have never thought that a hero in the northern wilderness could be so terrible. Fortunately, they did not form a deadly feud.
"I'm afraid it can't be good in this battle, and one side will die."
The battlefield boundary is arranged by the top existence of Dizhou and Dugu Longkong, and it is impossible to unlock the boundary on either side in one thought.
"Your blood is delicious."
The son of the human demon licked his nails and looked at the dying struggle of his prey. He was very excited.
Wu Junyan remained silent and had been thinking about how to erase the son of the devil.
"This sword should be enough."
The aura in his body began to be disordered, the meridians were retrograde, and the sharp pain of tearing made Wu Junyan a little unbearable. Obviously, the long-term use of top Taoist skills is far beyond the tolerance of Wu Junyan's body.
"Wow--"
The two sides attacked each other at the same time, and the murderous intention was strong, and blood appeared in the thick black fog.
Seeing that the son of the demon broke through many obstacles and stabbed his right hand like a knife, Wu Junyan did not dodge, but still went forward.
It has reached its limit, and Wu Junyan can't continue to delay.
Even if you fight for the consequences of serious injury, it will be the same.
"Puff"
The right hand of the son of the devil pierced Wu Junyan's chest, grabbed the bloody heart in his hand, and a proud smile appeared on his face.
Wu Junyan's internal organs turned into meat mud, and his heart was held in the palm of the hand by the son of the devil.
The face was pale, and it seemed that outsiders were about to dete.
When the son of the devil took action, Wu Junyan of course also forcibly waved a sword.
"Your sword is still not sharp enough."
The son of the demon looked down at the wound stabbed by the tip of the sword and sneered.
"Reas it?"
Wu Junyan smiled, and blood kept flowing from his mouth.
Then, Wu Junyan snapped his finger in his right hand, as if it was a desperate sound, which made the son of the devil suddenly change his color when he heard it, giving birth to a trace of uneasiness.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a loud noise came from the body of the son of the demon, and his left arm burst.
Then, countless dense white lines appeared on the right arm, containing a mysterious sword. The next moment, the right arm was cut to pieces by countless wisps of sword patterns.
"Ah..."
The son of the human demon lost his arrogance, looked frightened, and made a painful and miserable sound with his head up.