Looking at Yang Fanhai who was flying high and stormingly, Mo Lie had already greeted all his ancestors in his heart. After absorbing his flesh and blood essence, this damn monster actually possessed some of his own abilities.

At the same moment, I felt even more afraid. Fighting with a monster like Yang Fanhai is definitely an extremely uncomfortable thing. That terrible devouring force makes the opponent stronger and stronger, while the opponent becomes weaker and weaker.

He was determined to retreat and no longer had the intention of finding an opportunity to kill the other party after a fight. However, Yang Fanhai, who had two wings, became faster and he was afraid that it would be difficult to get rid of it. It would be even worse to just think about escaping. In desperation, he could only meet with the magic butterfly sword in his hand.

This is a non-human battle, one is the king of the demons, and the other can be said to be the demon among the demons. Both of them are powerful and weird, violent and amazing, and their every move can cause the sky to collapse and the sun and the moon to lose its light.

Suddenly, everyone felt something strange. The strength of these two people seemed to have caused the Jiuzhou barrier to be invalid and could not be suppressed at all.

Holding the innate treasure and having the power to subdue demons, the four symbols fly and devour and rage. Yang Fanhai's magical powers are pressing down on the demons, making it difficult for him to display them. The two new arms constantly pull the Qiankun bow at strange angles, and arrow lights are shot out one by one. Under the intentional arrow, each arrow light is passing through various orbits in the air and killing Mo Li, which makes him even more uncomfortable.

"I don't believe you can really make a big deal!"

The angry king of the demon clan roared, and the magic butterfly sword penetrated through the clouds and rain, directly slashed on the rod of the purple spear, exerting force with both arms and suppressing it hard.

Yang Fanhai roared lowly and suddenly exerted a sudden force. The power of subduing demons rushed into the opponent's body like a sharp needle. Under the severe pain, the king of the demon clan did not retreat according to his instinct, because that would be even more dangerous and would inevitably make Yang Fanhai go straight in.

The true energy condensed, and after compression, it exploded in his hand. Yang Fanhai also bombarded with the true energy. It was like a sun star exploded between the two, instantly separating the two figures.

The Demon Butterfly Sword and the Purple Spear could not control each other and separated. Yang Fanhai was crazy, and the Demon Lie was fierce, and the two of them fought again in an instant.

The Great Demon King punched out, and Yang Fanhai did not dodge or avoid it, and let the fist hit his chest. He stretched out his hands and grabbed Mo Lie's pair of flesh wings, and bit it when he opened his mouth.

The sharp teeth in the two big mouths were like divine weapons, and they were too sharp to bear. Even the body of the demon king could not be spared. With a click, the skeleton in the flesh wings had been bitten off. The two of them fought each other wildly, falling directly from the sky, and smashing a huge deep pit on the ground.

I heard a wave of roar, the earth trembled, and airflows broke through the crust and rushed into the sky with rolling sand and stones. The battle was crazy, and anywhere was a battlefield. The battle between the two had moved from the air to the underground.

The barrier of the earth's crust is meaningless to both of them. Every move can destroy everything quickly indescribably. In the blink of an eye, it has been traveling thousands of kilometers underground.

With the rumbling sound, another strata like a mountain rose into the sky and flew into the sky. Two crazy demon figures rushed out. The demonic energy was vast and the divine power was like a prison. A series of terrible turbulences swept across the world, causing a large number of Penglai monks who were watching the battle to die.

The two figures separated, with one hand on the magic butterfly sword and purple spear flew over, each of them started.

"Damn it!"

Looking at Yang Fanhai with the surging demonic flames in front of him, Mo Lie whispered angrily. After fighting for so long, he was covered in wounds and extremely tired, but this monster seemed to be fine, without any damage, and even his breath became stronger and stronger.

At this moment, I felt a sense of weakness, as if I had just rushed out of the heavens, almost powerless and needed a rest urgently. Such fatigue is deadly and may become the key to my defeat at the hands of this monster.

I am the king of the demon world, and it is a shame to be defeated by other immortal kings, let alone a sub-saint. This is unacceptable, but if I continue at this time, it will most likely be like this.

During these thoughts, Yang Fanhai roared and rushed over like a madman. Both had wings, and Mo Lie had no other advantage, and the two of them fought again.

This time, Mo Lie had no idea of ​​fighting hard. The power of devouring was too terrible. He continued to fight stalemate. He must be the one who lost. He was looking for a chance to escape.

They chased and fled, but they suffered the Zhu people who came to the army orders around them. There were countless casualties and injuries everywhere, and there was no difference between ordinary soldiers and Penglai practitioners.

For a moment, no one finally took care of the military order and fled. But at this moment, Mo Lie was determined to pull some people to stop Yang Fanhai's pursuit, and deliberately fled in the direction of crowds, causing even more casualties.

Gongsun Xuanyuan stared for a moment, and saw Mo Lie rushing towards a dense place where the soldiers of Zhu Kingdom were dense, but finally he couldn't help it. The Emperor's sword in his hand shook, and a sword light rushed out, blocking Mo Lie's retreat.

Feeling that the power of this long sword was too terrifying, the weak demon king wisely chose to dodge and bypassed this place.

Gongsun Xuanyuan flashed, rushed directly to the army, holding a bronze sword, looking at each other coldly, and making a gesture of attacking with all his strength once the other party came over again.

From a shallow standpoint, he is hostile to Zhu State, but from a fundamental standpoint, Mo Lie is a demon, and he and Zhu State are both human races. If civil war is inevitable, the people of Zhu State can die at his hands, but they must not die at the hands of foreign races. In front of foreign enemies, he and Zhu State are in the same camp.

"Damn guy, I will remember it!"

Mo Lie cursed angrily, but he did not dare to force himself. Gongsun Xuanyuan used many methods to block Yang Fanhai's actions. The previous scene had already made him extremely afraid. The Emperor's sword in his hand made him even more frightened and dared not provoke him.

In desperation, he could only continue to fight with Yang Fanhai who had come over.

"Ao!"

Yang Fanhai was like a beast roaring wildly, and his purple spear was like thunder and lightning, rushing, and his murderous aura was ripe. At this moment, he was almost gone from human nature and his spiritual intelligence was almost completely dominated by greed and killing. The difference between completely losing his mind was only to distinguish that the biggest enemy was Mo Lie, not to ignore everything.

Mo Lie was suppressed and full of anger, but he was helpless and extremely uncomfortable. Especially after the spear in the other party's hand, after shedding, it not only had the power of the innate treasure, but also had even more strange abilities: every time he hit the Demon Butterfly Sword, a strange force would be transmitted to his body through the Demon Butterfly Sword, and it would constantly attack the soul and sting.

They all have the power of the world, and they all have murderous intentions to soar into the sky. The battle between the two has exceeded the scope of the Jiuzhou monks. Every move, every move, every move, can produce terrible aftermath.

Except for Gongsun Xuanyuan holding the Emperor's Sword, no one could stop the divine power of the two.

There was a Penglai monk intending to escape, but at this moment, Yang Fanhai had already fallen into a state of madness. All the creatures in front of him were prey, and the only difference was strength. It would be fine if he didn't move. Once there was a prey intention to escape, he immediately set his bow and arrows and greeted Qiankun Bow.

After shooting dozens of lives, the monk Penglai finally didn't dare to do anything. Seeing that the monks of Zhu Country were alert to move behind Gongsun Xuanyuan, they were forced to live and die, and they all slowly moved behind Gongsun Xuanyuan.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

With a loud thunder, Yang Fanhai hit Mo Lie's shoulder with a purple spear, and the flesh and blood were flying, and the power of bombarding the soul made him unable to help but exhale it and fall directly from the air.

He was unforgivable to gain power, Yang Fanhai flew past like an eagle, with a fast speed, and a fierce punch hit Mo Lie heavily.

Yang Fanhai is not good at boxing, and Mo Lie is the body of the demon king in the realm of the Immortal King, so he has no substantial damage, but such a slap in the face makes Mo Lie feel even more uncomfortable. But the power is not as good as a human being, and there is no way.

Swallowed the blood in his mouth, Mo Lie rushed towards Gongsun Xuanyuan with the help of this punch.

The Emperor's Sword shook, and Gongsun Xuanyuan stabbed out with a sword. However, Mo Lie was extremely fast, and his body twisted and he had already passed by. Without fighting, he rushed straight into the army behind Gongsun Xuanyuan. He did not take any action to hurt others, but rushed towards the rear of the army.

"Damn it!"

Gongsun Xuanyuan cursed lowly, and he had already seen Mo Lie's intention. The other party must have wanted to use his own hand to block Yang Fanhai. When he looked back, he saw Yang Fanhai pounced on him like a tiger. He raised his hand and shot him at the human army with a shot.

If this gun was stabbed, the more than 100,000 troops would probably not survive much. Gongsun Xuanyuan had no choice but to stab it out with one sword, lift the purple spear away, and resolve this move.

In this way, Mo Lie finally escaped from Yang Fanhai's pursuit. But the demon king did not dare to stop and yelled at Yang Fanhai behind him: "Stinky bastard, wait for me, I will get back today's venue!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he ran towards the sky without looking back.

Without the primary target, other preys will automatically become the targets of hunting. Yang Fanhai roared and raised his hand and the infinite evil spirit was shrouded at the army.

How could Gongsun Xuanyuan let him succeed? He activated his magical powers. Nine-level pagodas appeared, with a ray of light blocking the evil spirit layer by layer. There was also the power of the Emperor's sword, pressing tightly on the purple spear.

The power of subduing demons is useless, and Yang Fanhai can't take any advantage in Gongsun Xuanyuan's hands.

After another battle, Gongsun Xuanyuan seized the opportunity, wrapped the purple spear with the Emperor's sword, and then pressed it tightly. At the same time, he activated his magical power and shouted: "Yang Fanhai, do you remember what you told me, and it will never harm the human race!"

The roar was like the morning bell and evening drum, which shocked Yang Fanhai and his mind was greatly restored.

He looked at Gongsun Xuanyuan in front of him, then looked at the messy battlefield around him, the remains of countless human corpses, and felt his appearance again. Finally, he couldn't help but feel the shock in his heart and let out a long roar.

"Ao!"
Chapter completed!