"Can't run?" Pingyang pounced into the air, almost letting her little face hit the ground directly, but after hearing the voice in her ear, she was still a little puzzled.

Because, she didn't quite understand what Fang Zhengzhi meant by "can't run"? Is it too late? Or can't she run?

Fang Zhengzhi naturally won't explain, but in fact, as long as he thinks about the battle situation a little, in fact, the meaning of the words is easy to understand.

The Heavenly Dao Pavilion was raided from all sides.

In this way of playing, the intention can be said to be quite obvious, that is, to use the riot tactic, using the demon clan to kill a few demon kings first without figuring it out.

But what about after this?

If Fang Zhengzhi did not appear on the sword peak cliff of the Heavenly Dao Pavilion, then there was no need to guess that the two demon clans would definitely join forces immediately, defend the dilapidated black temple under the Heavenly Dao Pavilion Mountain, and wait for the Human Alliance to attack from the front.

Fang Zhengzhi couldn't run because he really couldn't run.

Once he chooses to flee this time, then this battle will be meaningless, and in the end, it will still be a fight between humans and demons.

And the results are just as predictable.

When the powerhouses of the god realm of the two demon races appeared, with the current situation in the human alliance, it was impossible to hold them together with all their might.

Fang Zhengcheng doesn't like to be a human hero, but in the past few months, he can still understand the truth that under the nest, there are eggs.

Although the hearts of the Human Alliance are not aligned, he can't sit idly by, after all, once the Human Alliance is defeated, it is impossible for him to change the world alone.

Just like the clouds dancing lightly.

Yun Qingwu's strength lies in wisdom, but her wisdom is almost entirely used in domination, to put it bluntly, the strongest part of Yun Qingwu is the cohesion in her body.

Five-year-old Yun Qingwu was exiled from the Blood Shadow City, and came to a strange "wasteland" with the little wealth given to her by the Demon Emperor and a few retinues to protect her safety.

But in such a situation, Yun Qingwu insisted on using her little wealth and a few followers to forcibly carve out some power in the "wasteland".

From one to ten, then from ten to hundred, and then from one to thousand......

In the end, with the help of the half-saint remnant sun, he unified the territory outside the Blood Shadow City in one fell swoop, and took the soldiers and horses of the Six Domains Demon Clan to the Blood Shadow City.

All this, Yun Qingwu only took five years.

And in the next ten years, Yun Qingwu also only did one thing, which was to find an opportunity to set foot in the Holy Domain, but the method she used was also "looking for people".

Find someone who can use it and do what you can do!

This is the strength of the cloud light dance.

And now, if Fang Zhengzhi wants to defeat Yun Qingwu and defeat the demon clan, he must have someone to help him, because he needs all kinds of intelligence and all kinds of cooperation.

After all, a person's perspective is really limited.

"Think of yourself as bait, huh...... Clever!" A cold voice sounded behind the six demon kings, and then, a figure covered in a black cloak also walked out.

"Lord Demon Venerable!"

"Lord Mozun, we ......"

“......”

The six demon kings and the surrounding demon sergeants saw the figure coming out at a glance, and they all lowered their heads in unison and half-knelt on the ground.

"Get out of here, a bunch of waste!" As soon as the figure raised his hand, several demon sergeants who were blocking his vision were suddenly lifted into the air, and then fell heavily to the ground.

Such a scene was enough to make the six demon kings and demon sergeants tremble.

However, what was even more shocking was that the demon sergeants who were lifted away never got up again, and their faces were as dry as branches.

"......" A cold air rose from the backs of the six demon kings and demon sergeants, and a demon deputy saw this scene, his lips also moved, and he was just about to speak, but he was pulled by another deputy beside him, which also made him swallow back the words in his mouth.

"Huh, you don't seem to be convinced?" the figure's gaze turned at this time, and then disappeared directly in place.

"Bang!"

The demon deputy commander who was about to speak just now but didn't open his mouth fell to the ground, and unlike the demon sergeants who were thrown away just now, the head of this demon deputy commander was directly smashed with a palm, not only his head, but even his upper body was completely untouched.

"Lord Demon Venerable, we ......" stopped the dead Demon Clan's Deputy Capital Commander, and his body trembled as he looked at the bright red blood shadow on the ground.

"Die, waste, let's all die!hahaha......" With a cold drink, the other demon deputy commander who had stopped the dead demon deputy capital also fell to the ground again.

Falling to the ground with him were several innocent demon sergeants who stood beside the deputy capital of the demon clan who didn't even move their mouths.

A cruel scene!

And, from beginning to end, there doesn't seem to be any explanation!

Qiu Qi, the "Demon Venerable" standing on the cliff of the Sword Peak of the Heavenly Dao Pavilion, used his way to tell all the demons that it was possible to die if they spoke or not.

Because, in his eyes, these so-called demon kings and demon sergeants are all waste.

Such a scene, not to mention the trembling of the demon soldiers, even the bodies of the six demon kings trembled inexplicably, and sweat dripped involuntarily on their foreheads.

In the hearts of the six demon kings, although their status cannot be compared with the powerhouses of the god realm, they are demon kings after all, and they are the powerful forces of the demon and demon clans.

But at this moment, they seem to know a little......

In Qiu Qi's eyes, they were nothing.

"I see, you stupid...... Pen, good at 'Seven Wounds Fist'!" Fang Zhengzhi looked at the more than a dozen corpses on the ground for no reason, and he couldn't help but sigh.

“......”

“......”

The air became silent at this moment.

Not because Fang Zhengzhi said the 'Seven Wounds Fist' that the two demon clans couldn't understand, but because of the directness and rudeness in Fang Zhengzhi's tone.

After all, the word silly pen is really impressive.

The faces of the six demon kings and demon sergeants all had obvious complexity, and they didn't know whether to thank "Mengtian" for successfully leading Qiu Qi's resentment to the body, or whether to say that "Mengtian" was too confident.

But a voice seemed to answer the question in their minds.

"Seven Wounds Fist, what kind of fist?" Pingyang asked with an innocent face, and his two eyes that were as clear as water were still flickering, and he seemed extremely studious.

"The more formal explanation is that if you kill a thousand enemies, you will lose 800 yourself. Fang Zhengzhi touched Pingyang's head and replied.

"What about the irregular?"

"The irregular explanation is what the god just said...... Silly pen, didn't you hear?"

"Hahaha......" Pingyang's happy laughter echoed on the cliff of the Sword Peak of the Heavenly Dao Pavilion, spreading far away, at least, enough for a hidden black shadow in the sky to hear.

The faces of the demon kings turned black all of a sudden.

Not only them, but also all the demon soldiers around them, could clearly feel a chill that made people tremble, and it was spreading rapidly.

It was a death aura as rich as substance, so powerful that it was impossible to resist, and you could feel the stiffness of your body even if you got too close.

"Stand back!"

"Stand back!"

The six demon kings quickly gave the order.

However, some of the demon soldiers who still had no time to retreat fell to the ground, their faces were all bruised, and their bodies were rapidly malaise, as if they had been sucked dry.

"Silly pen, say your name and make this god laugh a little longer?" Fang Zhengzhi did not retreat, but advanced, took a light step forward, and walked out in the face of the breath of death.

"Qiu Qi!" a cold voice sounded.

"So, you admit that you are a fool?"

"Die!"

A simple conversation, the result naturally can't be simpler, because Qiu Qi has already made a move, and as soon as his body moves, he goes directly to Fang Zhengzhi.

Very close distance......

Close to Fang Zheng, you can clearly see the terrifying scar on Qiu Qi's forehead, across the red mark, like a death cross.

"Bang!"

Then, the two figures separated in an instant, and Qiu Qi returned to his original position, and two deep footprints were trampled on the ground under his feet.

And Fang Zhengzhi flew directly down to the bottom of the cliff of the Heavenly Dao Pavilion Sword Peak, feeling like he had been slapped by a palm and fell.

The air of "......" was silent again, and compared with just now, in this silence, there was a kind of depression added to it, as heavy as a mountain.

The six demon kings, as well as the surrounding demon soldiers, all widened their eyes, because this seemed to be a little too fast, so fast that they were a little unacceptable.

As for Binh Duong......

It was directly stunned.

Clear eyes looked at Qiu Qi standing in the distance, and then looked at the six demon kings with dull and complicated faces, she suddenly felt that winter seemed to have come in advance.

"This shameless guy, wouldn't he want to play at this time?" Pingyang likes excitement, but she still feels that the situation in front of her is too exciting.

So, was Fang Zhengzhi photographed off the cliff?

Unsure of life or death?

And then......

Are you alone now?!

The wind, blowing slowly on the Jianfeng cliff, was a little cold, but compared to the cold emanating from the breath of death on the cliff, it was a little warmer.

"That...... Actually, this ...... This god is the way...... Passing by!" Pingyang turned around after speaking, preparing to follow Fang Zhengzhi directly on the cliff.

However, the moment he turned around, a black shadow had already swept over her head, and then landed firmly on the edge of the cliff.

"You seem to be smiling happily just now?" Qiu Qi's cold voice sounded, and the mountain wind blew the black cloak on his body, looking extremely cold.

"Is Ben Shen smiling?" Pingyang's expression was extremely embarrassed.

"If you can keep the mood just now and laugh again, I can consider not killing you. Qiu Qi spoke again, and at the same time, he also took a step towards Pingyang.

"Hehe......" The smile on Pingyang's face was obviously more ugly than crying.

She could naturally guess that Fang Zhengcheng would not die like this, but the cliff was so high, after it really fell, it was estimated that it would take at least half an hour to climb back up, right?

Half an hour of time......

She could have died more than ten times.

What to do?

Do you want to fight hard, or do you have to laugh and delay for a while?

All kinds of thoughts flashed in Pingyang's heart, and then, the Huolin spear in his hand suddenly threw forward, directly in front of Qiu Qi.

Such a move undoubtedly made Qiu Qi's footsteps stop slightly, looked at the crimson Huolin spear on the ground, and then looked at Pingyang who was wearing a black scarf in front of him.

Then, Qiu Qi laughed.

"Hahaha......" Qiu Qi laughed wantonly, very arrogant, that feeling, as if he had seen some kind of funniest joke.

However, after laughing, Qiu Qi's gaze suddenly became more cold, and the aura of death on his body even blew up the cloak covering him.

"Another piece of waste!" Qiu Qi took a step further.

"Don't, don't kill me, I'm really just passing by......" Pingyang's legs were weak, and he sat down on the ground all of a sudden, looking completely powerless to resist.

And when the six demon kings and demon sergeants around saw this scene, they all looked at me and I looked at you, all of them were speechless.

Saint Realm powerhouse!

How can this guy say that he is also a Saint Realm powerhouse?

As for that?!

Divine Realm......

Could it be that this is the difference between the Divine Realm and the Sacred Realm? It can actually make the powerhouses of the Human Sacred Realm not even have the idea of resisting?

"Die!" After a voice, Qiu Qi went directly to Pingyang's face, and slapped Pingyang with one palm, and on that palm, there was a dead gray aura.

"Ah, I have important information to tell you, about Mengtian and the ...... of the Divine Source" Ping Yang's hands immediately hugged his head, as if he was extremely worried about being smashed by a palm.

"Huh?!" Qiu Qi's palm stopped.

Of course, this was not because he heard Pingyang's voice, but the tip of the Huolin spear that was originally thrown by Pingyang on the ground was now on the palm of his hand.

The crimson body of the spear has a cloud pattern like flames, especially the tip of the spear, a little gold flows like blood on the tip of the spear.

Then, a handful of lime powder that had already been prepared in the palm of Binh Duong's hand was sprinkled.

Soon, it was spilled out almost as soon as she spoke.

At such a close distance, coupled with the strength of the Pingyang Holy Realm, the speed of this handful of lime powder can definitely be said to have reached the level of electric light.

Not to mention that Qiu Qi's eyes are now focused on the tip of the Huolin gun in the palm of his hand, and there is no such preparation in his heart, even if he is a little mentally prepared, he did not dodge when he faced a handful of lime powder in Pingyang.

Therefore, this lime powder naturally hit without a doubt......

"Bang!", the lime powder exploded directly on Qiu Qi's face,

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