Zeng Comwan said on the stage, but this time did not fall under the stage, since the thunderous drumbeat, there seemed to be a sound vacuum around the ring, and the people in the audience only saw the slightest black gas on Zeng Comwan's body, and saw her lips closed together, but they couldn't hear any sound.

Yan Crow and Xuanyuan Yan's faces were gloomy, but Yan Crow came to the conclusion first: "That woman is also a demon." ”

"Is that really the case? I thought something was wrong with my senses......

Yan Yao glanced at Xuanyuan Yan: "Your feeling is fine, her strength is not pure, she is only half a demon." However, looking at the bloodline, it should be the direct blood relative of some kind of high-level demon race, the bloodline of half human and half demon. ”

"Well, that's because I don't know much. Xuanyuan Yan shrugged: "But Meng Li is okay, right? The sound of the drum just now made me feel like my blood was boiling, there must be a big problem." ”

"It's a war drum, and after the sound is transmitted in a special magical way, it is equivalent to declaring war on all the demons in the vicinity. That woman has already shown mercy, and of course only for Meng Li here, so the feeling between you and me is not so strong. ”

Lin Ziyue subconsciously asked, "What will happen after the declaration of war?"

Yan Crow's eyes became more and more gloomy: "Either one side completely admits defeat, or ...... One side is completely dead. But the loser will always be suppressed by the soul of the winner, but for that poker face, being suppressed by the crowd is just a reprieve. ”

"Is it too late for us to admit defeat now?" Xuanyuan Yu's face was not very good-looking, how to say that his relationship with Meng Li was becoming more and more like a dead friend rather than a netizen with a shallow friendship, and now Meng Li's situation is not very optimistic, and he is naturally worried.

"Nonsense! The enchantment of that ring is one thing, you look at the group of heroes over there......"

Yan Crow shook his head to the other side, and several people took advantage of the situation, the sect master of the group of heroes was not looking at Lin Ziyue this time, but with a flamboyant demeanor full of successful plans, but his eyes fell on Xuanyuan Yan's body, as if to warn him that he was next.

Xuanyuan Yu couldn't bear it anymore, and immediately wanted to have a seizure as soon as his fingers moved, but Lin Ziyue directly grabbed his hand and held Lin Ziyue's hand, and his emotions eased down.

"Yan Crow, didn't you tell me to believe in Meng Li before?" Lin Ziyue smiled at Xuanyuan Yu and signaled him to rest assured: "Then let's all have more confidence in Meng Li." ”

Although Meng Li always pours cold water with a cold face, as a part of this small group, his popularity is actually never bad, as if everyone is used to his sometimes frizzy and cold personality and hot inside.

But what Lin Ziyue saw was different, she always remembered that Meng Li was trapped by the chain of forgiveness in Xiganmeng, she entered his inner demons, and saw his pain and sinful karma. Therefore, Lin Ziyue was not at ease when Meng Li faced humans, but when Meng Li faced the demons, she would be relieved, because Meng Li's self-awareness was there, and he always had the soul more similar to humans in his heart.

And the more terrible the situation of the soul in the heart, the more precious it is, and it can burst out with indescribable power to reverse the situation.

Meng Li may have been a demon once, but now? not exactly.

Being in the world, entering the world, and finally remaining in the world.

In the ring, Zeng Comwan beat the small and delicate leather war drum again.

There was another thunderclap, but in this urging thunder, Meng Li's back, which had begun to tremble, stabilized, he breathed a long sigh of relief, slowly stood up and straightened his waist.

The batwings behind him didn't appear.

Zeng Comwan's originally gentle eyebrows and eyes showed a hint of surprise, and her palm continued to slap on the small drum, and the demonic energy that escaped from the corners of her skirt became more and more intense, and her face turned a lot paler, after all, Zeng Comwan was not a real demon, she only understood this aspect, but she had not really cultivated in the way of the demon, and at this time, she forcibly used her magic power to knock out the sound of declaring war, but she did not directly stimulate Meng Li as she imagined.

It can only show that Meng Li has more means, either he has a powerful foreign object that can suppress himself, or his body is a great demon that is much more advanced than Zeng Comwan's mother. Thinking of this, Zeng Comb Wan shook her head, and the silver hair on the back of her head swayed like a silver waterfall, and she began to beat the small leather drum rhythmically.

The leather drum was light, but under the light pat of Zeng Comaowan, there were bursts of thunderstorm sounds, continuously, and the bombardment made Xuanyuan Yan and Yan Crow outside the field a little trance, and they had the idea of rushing up to fight with them, and then they came back to their senses and realized that this was not a simple declaration of war.

On the sidelines, the sect leader of the group of heroes noticed Long Zhongkui's uncertain expression, and in order to reassure this fellow practitioner, he deliberately explained two sentences: "Xiao Zeng's family heirloom is a sound attack, similar to a mixture of charm and sound wave attack. Her striking techniques and tempo are constantly changing, so the drums are joined together to strengthen the power. ”

"No, Sect Master Wei...... It's not this that I feel uncomfortable with, she's a demon, right?" Long Zhongkui had an indissoluble tangle in his eyes.

Sect Master Wei nodded: "Yes, but who said that the demon clan can't participate in the demon eradication?" Don't worry, Xiao Zeng's mother has been reforming for many years, and in order to integrate into human society and live a peaceful life, she even signed a soul contract with my uncle to defend the dignity of the righteous path. Xiao Zeng can be trusted, but that demon is more capable than I thought. ”

Long Zhongkui didn't speak, and the big Persian cat standing beside him looked at his "master" in surprise, feeling that his emotions were not quite right, and comforted: "It's okay, you just treat the demon clan as a demon clan, and you don't have to be so psychologically burdened." ”

"I don't know, I just feel ......" is very aggrieved. Long Zhongkui gritted his teeth and suffocated the last few words back into his stomach, there seemed to be nothing wrong with using demonic means to deal with demons in this way.

But it's just a little bit sour.

Sect Master Wei didn't say anything, this fellow Daoist is such a character, Taigu Dao is hot-hearted and not tactful enough, so naturally he will suffer from being a human being...... But it's really easy to take advantage of, if you don't take advantage of his existence, how can you attack the Qizong yourself?

The sound of the drum was rapid and slow, like angry feet trampling between heaven and earth, and like a landslide and the sky was about to collapse, until the onlookers felt that their ears were about to be deaf, Zeng Comwan stopped beating the leather drum.

Her sideburns were already wet with sweat, and the black aura on her body was gone, and her magic was no longer enough to support her to continue beating the little drum, even if her palms fell again, it could only make a futile muffled sound.

Meng Li was not easy, he also used his sword to support his body so that he barely re-revealed his embarrassed posture, at this time he raised his head when he heard the drum stop, and there was a faint bloodshot in his eyes because he tried too hard to suppress himself, but he still had such a cold and arrogant look, and even looked at Zeng Comwan quietly with pity like looking at all beings.

Meng Li's gaze is always the most irritating stimulus that hurts his pride for his opponents.

Zeng combed his sleeves and took the horn off his waist: "Do you think this is the end? I tell you, you can't not fight! As long as you do, you will—"

Meng Li interrupted her words with only one movement, and he swung a sword at Zeng Shaowan from afar, without the earth-shattering sword qi from before, nor did it tear the vast brilliance of the sun, it was just a sword qi that was purely condensed by killing intent.

The killing intent on it was so pure that the deterrence that came out made Zeng Comwan feel like falling into an ice cellar, as if what was coming was no longer sword qi, but a cold ice pick.

As a half-demon, Zeng Comwan has the power of two attributes in her body at the same time, but she can't be proficient in one of them, so her own means are divided into two parts, the magic power drives the Kui Drum, and the spiritual power drives the Chongming horn in her hand.

When Zeng Comwan blew the horn in his hand, the sound that came out was not a buzz, but a sharp hiss like a birdsong, as the sound of the horn spread, the air rippled with visible ripples, and those ripples turned into the shape of a bird under the distortion, and pounced on the sword qi that fell towards Zeng Comaowan, and soon tore the sword qi, but no one could defeat anyone for a while, and the sonic bird and the sword qi fell into a short stalemate.

At the same time as the horn sounded, Zeng Comwan touched the brocade bag on his waist, and directly took out a string of bracelet-style bells from it, although there were more than this, but Zeng Comwan touched this thing casually in a hurry, and took it out.

This is what the sect master of the group of heroes gave her just now, the magic weapon has never been a limited thing in the Dongsheng Dabi, as long as you have it, you can use it, and most of them over the years are the ultimate means for the seniors of the mountain gate to protect themselves or win the victory.

While blowing the horn to consume the pure sword qi of killing intent, Zeng Comwan wrapped the string of bells around his hand twice before using his spiritual power to shake it up.

The crisp sound of the bell overshadowed the birdsong of the horn in an instant.

The crisp and pleasant sound like a big bead and a small bead falling on a jade plate resounded in the ring, but Meng Li's eyes were shocked, and he only felt that his hands were loose, and the long sword actually came out directly and fell to the ground, and the violent power fell into Meng Li's body along the bell, not weakening him, but madly igniting and enhancing his deeply suppressed magic!

As if pouring oil on the fire, a purple flame several meters high instantly appeared on Meng Li's body, emitting an extremely clear purple heat wave, and a silent explosion filled the entire ring arena, and even the barrier used for protection was crumbling, as if it would be thoroughly corroded by this heat wave at any time, and even be completely exploded.

A purple rose pattern appeared under his eyes that he hadn't seen in a long time, and it quickly spread to his face.

The sword qi dissipated, Zeng Comwan stopped blowing the horn, because the fishy sweetness in her throat no longer allowed her to use it wholeheartedly, she desperately shook the bell in her hand, and her magic power was also driven, and it was frantically poured into the bell with spiritual power.

The bell rang loudly, noisy and confusing, but Yan Yao and Xuanyuan Yan outside the arena did not have such a strong reaction as Meng Li, the enchantment formation of this ring field did isolate a lot of things, but the two of them listened to the bell, and they also realized the increase and threat contained in it, because the strength was too strong and the threat of going berserk to reveal their true bodies.

Yan Crow shrank to the side of Lin Ziyue's head, only in this way could he suppress the restlessness of the magic power in his body: "You have to admit defeat quickly, otherwise Meng will leave him ......"

Xuanyuan Yan's face was also extremely ugly: "But if you admit defeat, Meng Li will be subject to those crazy guys in the Qunying Gathering, right?" It's a shame that they dare to do it when they think of it, and they actually use such despicable villain methods......"

Xuanyuan Yu clenched Lin Ziyue's hand: "Do you want to make a move?"

Lin Ziyue bit her lip and shook her head slightly: "You can't sacrifice Meng Li for our plan...... If he fell into the hands of those people in the Heroes' Collection, that sect master would probably be enough for him to be tortured to death. ”

Then Lin Ziyue took a deep breath and shouted at the stage: "Meng Li-lift the seal-let go and fight-"

Even though the bell was hurriedly filling every corner of the ring, it couldn't stop Lin Ziyue's shout from falling into Meng Li's ears.

The line of cause and effect in Meng Li's eyes lit up again, and he instantly felt that the originally boiling magic power had been suppressed a lot, and even at this tense juncture, he looked in the direction of Lin Ziyue and muttered to himself: "Still lifting the seal? Why don't you say the key to the contract?" What a fool." ”

The worried eyes of the group of people in the audience passed through the layers of obstacles, and Meng Li saw it clearly.

What a bunch of fools.

Since when did you start to become such a fool, you have been staying with this group of people for a long time, right? I have been affected too deeply, I don't look like a demon anymore, I used to help the little girl who looked at the sea to limit the bloodline, and then used the line of cause and effect to cast a sword of Haoran, in exchange for my past self, I will only disdain it, right?

Meng Li turned his gaze away from Lin Ziyue, and the original violently burning purple flame on his body gradually fainted, and was recontained in his body, suppressed by his will.

Lin Ziyue, I don't know if this is what you owe me, or if I owe you.

Meng Li leaned over and picked up his sword from the ground, looked at Zeng Comwan, the expression on his face was no longer cold, full of arrogant and smug smiles, he said slowly: "A sword breaks the long dream...... I am no longer the heir to the title of the Asmantis. ”

"My name is Meng Li!"

With this angry shout, Meng Li slashed a sword into the void, and the sound of the sword buzzed, as if tearing through the sound waves and air.

The bell that came out of the bell was actually cut and stagnant for two seconds, and no matter how much Zeng Comwan shook it, no sound came out.

When the bell rang again, Meng Li slashed out another sword into the air, still without sword energy, only hearing the sound of the sword, and the world was as cold as an iceberg.

The bell made a crisp sound, and Zeng Comwan only felt a pain in the hand that tied the bell, and then the whole string of bells shattered into several petals and fell from her hand.

Several blood marks appeared on Zeng Comwan's hand.

Meng Li's expression remained unchanged, and his smile was so cold and arrogant: "I'm sorry, the spiritual power is rampant, and I didn't catch it." ”

Zeng Comb's eyes widened, but his subordinates slapped the leather drum again, the pain was weakened for the player, and the injury on his hand was not painful at all-

Another sword, the light of the sword brushed through the invisible elements in the air, like a swimming fish through the clear water of a lake.

The moment Zeng Comwan's palm fell, there was a "snap" sound on the ground, which was the sound of half of the drum falling into the dust.

Zeng Comwan subconsciously touched the horn, so Meng Li swung a sword again.

The horn was broken in two on Zeng Comwan's hand.

The proud smile on Meng Li's face retracted, but there was mockery in his eyes: "You see, justice can always defeat evil...... How ridiculous is that?"

Then he straightened his expression and said in a loud voice: "Our Qizong has no grievances and no enmity with you heroes, why do you slander us as demon cultivators! I think it's clear that you hate us for no reason!"

Meng Li's words can be regarded as showing affection, otherwise if she directly insisted that Zeng Comwan was a demon cultivator, the crowd in the audience would definitely react more violently, and she had no reservations when she used her demonic qi before, presumably those elders and disciples of the Great Mountain Gate had all seen it, and I am afraid that they would only agree with Meng Li's judgment, and would never say that the Sect would be reversed.

Zeng Comwan held the remaining half of the horn, and the gentle shelf that she had been holding couldn't stop, and the vicious look in her eyes made her originally beautiful face distorted.

"I know it's impossible to make you admit defeat, how can you endure being controlled by others for the rest of your life? Even if you're only a half-demon, the pride of being a high-level demon has always been on your face. Meng Li's fingers slashed across the spine of the sword, and the clear blade of the sword reflected the purple rose pattern on his own face, and then he watched the rose pattern completely disappear before he raised his head to stare at Zeng Comwan.

"I know you have other means, but I don't care anymore. ”

Even if there is a cliff in front of me, I know that a bunch of fools behind me will pull me along, so it doesn't hurt for me to be a fool.

Meng Li's eyes were sword light, and his face was also reflected in the sword light: "Just come!"