The Demon Emperor Blood River exhausted his life's work, and with the strongest killing move that consumed all the Blood River in exchange, he smashed the blood around his fingers, but he still failed to kill the realm lord Qi Mo as he wished, but instead made him completely escape from the gloomy body, and appeared in front of everyone with a strange "full appearance". Looking closely, the situation of the gloom is already precarious, and his body from the abdomen down has been completely destroyed under the attack just now, thinking that it was the moment he made a move in the blood river, he transferred all the destructive power that should have been blessed on his body to the dim body, and only then did he escape and ascend to heaven. Faced with such a depressing and desperate result, Poor Yang immediately shouted:

"Let go of the gloom!"

Previously, Poor Yang took advantage of the momentum of the "White Sun", coupled with the fact that the realm lord Qi Mo used the Sumeru Mustard Gong to divide himself into three and greatly reduce his strength, so he took advantage of his unpreparedness to hit the door and take it down. But now the latter has a general understanding of the strength of Poor Yang, especially the means of attack, and before he can attack, he saw him wave his left arm lightly in the air, and a dark cloud immediately gathered towards the battlefield, immediately blocking the sunlight on his head.

"Damn, that's not good!"

As soon as the advantage of the "White Sun" was lost, the power of the poor yang immediately decreased significantly, and the true qi that had been transported to the fingertips quickly returned at this moment, not only did he fail to make a strong move, but he was severely injured by the breath of the countercurrent.

"Night is like day, and it can be done, what is so difficult about a few dark clouds, now it's time for you to see how powerful this seat is!"

When the words came out, Qian Yang's face changed, and before he could react, an inexplicable coercion immediately fell from the sky, pouring on Qian Yang's body layer after layer. At first, the three layers could still be supported, but at the end, with each additional layer, he felt as if he was going to endure great pain, not only a large amount of sweat on his head, but also a strange "squeak" sound from his body. Finally, after the last layer of power blessing, Poor Yang was overwhelmed, his body was slumped, and he fell into the air and fell to the ground.

"Bastard!"

Seeing that Poor Yang was seriously injured on the spot, and his life and death were uncertain, the Xinglang Beast, which was a compatriot, immediately danced the Cangyue scimitar and slammed towards Qi Momian's door. The latter pulled the dying dim with one hand, and blocked the top of his forehead with the other, trying to stop the powerful knife with it. But although he is the lord of all worlds, he does not have a clear mind about the trivial matters of the world, and he has no way of knowing the power of this scimitar. The sword slashed from the front, but at the same time, another hidden murderous aura struck from the back of the neck. It turned out that the arc of the Cangyue scimitar was extremely exaggerated, and the tip of the knife and the handle of the knife were almost connected together, so when the knife fell, the knife qi not only stretched out from the front, but also fell from the rear, which was unguardable. Even Qi Mo couldn't be wary of this move, and the head on the item was about to be in the bag of the Xinglang Beast.

But as the saying goes, there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the people. Although the moves of the Cangyue Scimitar are mysterious and ruthless, Qi Mo, as the realm lord, is full of strange tricks. Just when everyone thought that he was about to be in a different place, they saw that the clothes behind him suddenly exploded violently with a "bang", and then two black shadows poked out of it, just catching the fatal knife qi.

"What! That's ......"

The reason why everyone present was dumbfounded was because it was no one else who had just drilled behind Qi Mo, but a "human head" that looked exactly like him, and there were two arms with the same thickness as the body at the lower end of the key human head, one left and one right, just about to clamp the scimitar knife qi, which resolved the surprise attack of the Xinglang Beast.

"Hurry back!"

I don't know who suddenly reminded him, and the Xinglang Beast flashed back from this, but even so, a strand of hair on his forehead still fell from his waist, and it was actually caused by an invisible qi slash, if it wasn't for someone's kind reminder, it seemed that his body had been split in two from the longitudinal side, and he died tragically on the spot. However, how could Qi Mo's ruthless moves be so easily avoided, although he had made previous preparations, the wind blades that were indistinguishable to the naked eye still slashed at him one after another. The Xinglang Beast carried three times in a row, and when it came to the fourth shot, it was really unavoidable, and then it suddenly thought that he still had the moon in his hand to use, so he immediately swung his knife to make a move. But it was only the first round of the fight, and golden sparks splashed on the silver-white blade of the Cangyue scimitar. The strength of the blade of the knife into the hilt, it can also affect the wrist of the Xinglang Beast, which makes the tiger's mouth numb for a while, looking down, not only the palm of the hand is oozing blood, but even the blade of the scimitar has a small gap in my heart, and the Xinglang Beast's heart is full of heartache.

"The patriarch is very important to me, so Cangyue temporarily borrowed it from my hand, but now because I made a rash move, I injured the blade, which is really a great sin, so I have to go back and receive the punishment myself. ”

Thinking of this, the Xinglang Beast flipped its wrist and abandoned the knife, and the blue moon flashed in response, turning into a streamer and integrating into the body. Without the help of divine soldiers, he was not Qi Mo's opponent at this time. Thinking of this, he simply let out a long roar, and the terrifying aura of his huge body suddenly appeared, and he was about to fill the "White Slash Purgatory" summoned by Bai Hui with bursts.

"Get out of the way, let me break this trick!"

Faced with the Xinglang Beast's near-self-harming behavior, Bai Hui on the ground smiled indifferently, and then muttered: "Guy who doesn't know whether to live or die, since you want to suffer from Ling Chi, then come!"

The body of the fierce beast was unusually strong, and everything happened so quickly, it didn't give Qi Mo time to prepare at all, and he couldn't cause considerable damage in a short period of time, so he had to avoid it first and come to Bai Hui's side. The latter hurriedly bowed, and then stretched out his hand at the boundary of the White Purgatory behind him and gently drew a circle, and a "door to escape" immediately appeared out of thin air. Qi Mo smiled slightly, and slowly walked out of the White Slash Purgatory, and the poor Yang who had just caught up wanted to pass through again, but found that the gap there had been healed again.

"If he's gone, you will die for him!"

Unable to pursue, Poor Yang turned his target at the right guard in front of him, and for a while, two white lights, one left and one right, exploded in the middle, and the sky-high flames jumped up, but disappeared when they touched the edge of Bai Xuan's purgatory.

"Good guys!"

In the thick smoke, what retreated was the staggering Poor Yang, but on the other side, Bai Hui had a calm face, and gracefully landed on the open space not far behind him, not only repelling the strong enemy, but also "sending" himself to a safe position.

"Poor Yang, you retreat, let me come!"

Canglang is a behemoth that looks at the entire fierce beast world, and its body size can be regarded as one of the best, compared to him, the Sky Devouring Clan, the Tiger Demon Clan are not worth mentioning at all, and in the blink of an eye, it has occupied three-quarters of the White Slashing Hell, and the part of the head can initially touch the edge of the boundary, and the indestructible light blade has actually become a lot duller at this moment, although it has also left a criss-crossing scar on the skin of the Xinglang Beast, but it has not caused damage to the flesh and bones inside. And the Xinglang Beast gritted its teeth, exerted all its strength, and vowed to tear this white purgatory apart; once it was injured, the beast blood injected with water in its body began to exert miraculous effects, and the invincible power that erupted was several times that of ordinary times, and it provided a momentum to ride the wind for "breaking the prison". In this way, in the southeast direction, the white space above was squeezed into deformation, like a pregnant woman about to give birth, eager to immediately expel the contents of her body.

"Xinglang Beast, you have to hold on!"

Speaking of which, Poor Yang even has a number of variable moves, and he knows that his cultivation is not as good as the other party, so he chooses to use a circle to respond to the straight, and uses a variety of moves to make up for the huge gap between the two.

Looking up, in addition to the "round ball" that was constantly moving closer to him, countless blades of light were attacking him from all directions. Bai Hui responded calmly, and when he turned over, his palms slapped heavily on the ground below him, and he didn't know why, a rock mass popped out of the ground, just enough to block the many killing moves that followed. Although the rock, which was several feet thick, shattered in response, Bai Hui scattered and flashed away, temporarily breaking away from the two attacks.

"Hehe, it's fun, it's fun, it's time to say goodbye. Do you think that the White Purgatory is dead, baby, cut them to pieces!"

"Less smug!"

Poor Yang, who was frustrated one after another, was not discouraged, but fought back one after another with more and more vicious moves. Seeing that Bai Hui was about to make another big move, Qian Yang accelerated again and again, and finally rushed to the front first, and the right claw that poked out contained his strongest combat power at the moment, and the "Demon Breaking Flying Claw" immediately struck out.

"Die!"

Poor Yang's move came so quickly that even Bai Hui was shocked. Seeing that the fatal claw was about to blast into his chest, his expression was stunned for a moment, and then slowly relaxed.

"Looks like the time is just right!"

"Huh~"

The blood mist flew away, bringing not the gloomy defeat of Poor Yang, but the Poor Yang with a look of remorse. Blood flew from his right bowl, and his entire right hand was gone. At this moment, everyone suddenly saw that Bai Guang, who was like a chess grid, was freely passing over Bai Hui's body, and then looking at the part that was crossed, there was no scar, and even half of the clothes were not damaged.

"This ...... How can he fight this, those lights are actually ineffective against him, then won't he trap us here alive while he can be unharmed? Quick, find a way to get out of here!"

Originally, people thought that with Bai Hui here, the power of Bai Shu Hell would not be unscrupulous, but when they learned that the other party was able to freely pass through the astonishing situation between Bai Shu Purgatory, everyone was immediately shocked and joined in the ranks of "breaking the prison".

"Look, the upper left corner is going to tear, and the big guys are rallying their forces to help the Wave Beast break through there, so we can escape from this damn place. ”

The Demon Emperor Blood River led it, and all the Demon Realm masters who were trapped in the boundary made a move together, attacking the target location together. But Bai Hui, who had just left the White Hell, laughed ill-willedly, and then waved at the huge Wave Beast, "Then we will see you again in the next life!"

"呲呲呲~"