Xiao Chen frowned slightly, this thunder is really a little weird, although the other party has not broken through the thunder realm, he comprehends the way of thunder like him.

But he has already used the power of thunder and cultivation to the extreme, and even found another way to play new tricks.

The power of his Dao Dao is still just a new realm, and he may not have too many advantages.

"Come again!"

The Thunder King burst out, the scar on his face looked particularly hideous, and another punch struck.

His footwork is exquisite, his volley is empty, and every time he clicks, there is a little electric light flashing under his feet. As if walking on the ground, the force under his feet was very heavy, making his momentum extremely stable.

The condensed but not dispersed Lei Wei is like a mountain peak, flickering step by step, as if the peaks are connected.

When they arrived in front of Xiao Chen, a majestic mountain range was formed that was undulating and endless.

The power of one punch looks ordinary, but it is extremely powerful, and there are many doorways.

Xiao Chen could see at a glance that this punch was not the same as the punch just now.

He inserted the Moon Shadow Knife into his waist, and the huge Dao power quickly dispersed. Behind him, a faint circle of Dao wheels was formed, flashing with a faint sword light.

The Dao wheel rotated slowly, allowing Xiao Chen's Dao Wei to continue to precipitate, as if an erupting volcano was accumulating power.

Waiting for the opponent's fist to be completely approaching, Xiao Chen gave a cold drink and punched decisively.

Bang bang bang!

Fists collided, and the two fought hard with force. The sound was louder than thunder, and the sound waves that erupted were heartbreaking.

But the strange thing is that the space around the two of them has not been broken.

That's because the momentum of the two is too strong and too condensed, and they firmly fix the space of one side.

The black lightning above the Thunder King's fist has countless negative emotional changes, and what looks like an ordinary punch is actually ever-changing, and each move has a different artistic conception.

and caused all kinds of terrifying illusions to Xiao Chen, Xiao Chen's heart was unmoved, and the artistic conception of reincarnation was also constantly changing.

Killing, destruction, destruction, despair, pain, sorrow, death, form one illusion after another, dissolving the interference of the other party's negative emotions and invisibly.

After fighting for half a day, the two made thousands of moves, and no one had anything to do with each other.

The battle between Kunlun and the Demon Realm has also completely entered a white heat, and tens of millions of martial artists, demons and demonic beasts on both sides have been in full contact.

The sound of tragic fighting is endless, hell on earth, the end of the world, nothing more than that.

Time passed, and the situation became more and more unfavorable to the Kunlun Realm, and the king-level combat power of the Demon Realm was three times more than that of Kunlun.

At first, I could barely carry it, but slowly, one pair of two became one pair of three and one of four, and the result became more and more miserable.

"Are you going to die?"

Raiden Palace An Junxi was extremely tired, he couldn't remember how many demons and demonic beasts he had killed. In the end, he was stopped by the demons, three king-level martial emperors, and gradually lost their support with one to three.

The two kings of the Thunder Demon Clan, as well as a three-headed demon dog, looked at him coldly.

Whew!

Suddenly, this side of the world suddenly floated boundless snow, and among the snowflakes, a huge ice palm print slapped on the three-headed demon dog.

With a click, the ice giant hand, like an iceberg, directly smashed the three-headed demon dog to pieces.

"Ahn Jun-hee, are you going to give up so soon?"

It was Bai Wuxue who came, and he saw that An Junxi was in danger, so he immediately rushed over to help.

"Don't worry, I will never die in front of you, hahaha!"

An Junxi's heart warmed, and he laughed: "Come, let's go together!"

"Good!"

The two fought side by side, without any greetings, and once again plunged into the fight.

An Junxi can be saved, but Xiahou will never be so lucky, waiting for his father to put down his opponent and arrive. He has been bitten off the entire lower half of his body by a king-level demon wolf, and he is so angry that he will soon die.

"My son!"

The White Tiger Holy Lord wept bitterly and couldn't help but shout.

Xia Hou smiled bitterly, reached out and touched his father's face and said, "Father, don't be sad, the child is not angry." The biggest guilt in my life is that at the king ceremony, I lost my face and failed your hard work, I'm really sorry!"

"Don't say it, it's all over, don't worry, I'll take you away, and I'll cure you." ”

"Wherever you can go, Kunlun is gone, where will there be our home, my father's ......"

Halfway through Xiahou's words, his right palm suddenly slapped on the ground, as if returning to the light. Half of his body suddenly rose into the air, flew towards a huge demon snake, and then with a bang, it exploded violently.

and the king-level demon snake, died together, and died without a whole body.

"Ahh

Unable to help but be overwhelmed with grief, the Three Holy Lords roared, their eyes blood-red: "Damn!"

"Brother Xia......"

The Holy Son of Xuanwu Sect, who grew up with Xiahou Jue since he was a child, was stunned for a moment on the spot, and the price of this moment was that there were several more scars on his body.

The tragic situation is being staged everywhere, and the Kunlun realm martial artists, who are inferior in numbers, must fight with all their might.

Because there is no way back, all the people behind the mountain are innocent Pingming, and there are low-level martial artists who can't cultivate to the Martial Emperor.

To the Demon Realm, those people are like sacrifices and food, and they have no power to resist.

"Chu Yang, I'm so tired, it seems like I'm going to fall asleep. ”

Zhou Tianxing Palace, the holy maiden of Taiyin Palace, her face was pale, she was lying on Chu Yang's back weakly, as if she was talking in a dream, and said in a low voice.

"Then go to sleep, don't think too much, I'll wake you up. ”

Chu Yang smiled gently, and the sword light in his hand was as bright as the sun, cutting a blood clan's Martial Emperor in half.

Although he was laughing, the tears in the corners of his eyes were silent.

"Okay, then remember to wake me up, I'm sleeping. Fu Hongyao was completely lifeless, protecting Chu Yang's arm and falling silently.

Puff puff!

Chu Yang, who had already killed several groups of Blood Clan Emperors besieging him, had several swords in his body, and before he could speak, a mouthful of blood spat out from the corner of his mouth.

Several Blood Clan Emperors drew their long swords, and Chu Yang pounced and fell to his knees. Hongmeng's power, Chu Yang, who has been exhausted, is really powerless to heal this wound, his life force is passing rapidly, but there is no way.

"I'm sorry, I can't wake you up. ”

When the words fell, Chu Yang completely fell to the ground, dying with Fu Hongyao.

"Damn, it's finally dead, these two dogs and men are dead, and they're still stuck together. Separate them for me, and break them into pieces. ”

A Blood Clan Emperor spit out a mouthful of broken blood and said coldly.

But suddenly, a ghostly sword light swept by, and several Blood Clan warriors who were ready to act flew up, and their bodies were split in half in an instant.

The Blood Emperor suddenly said in horror: "Who, who is pretending to be a ghost." ”

"Yan Thirteen. ”

Click!

The killing swordsman Yan Thirteen, who didn't know when he appeared behind the Blood Emperor, stabbed into the heart of the Emperor of the Blood Clan with a backhand sword, killing him instantly.

Glancing at the two corpses entangled on the ground, Yan Shisan, who had never had much affection for life and death, couldn't help but stop.

Whew!

His face was indifferent, and he looked at the two corpses, his feet motionless. But the right hand holding the sword kept waving, and he didn't look behind him, and the sword light shone, slashing a group of blood clan warriors who surrounded him and sneaked up, screaming again and again.

In the end, he left, calmly glanced at the battlefield, most places needed support, picked one of the most serious conditions, and walked over silently.

His strength makes people can't see the depth, obviously has a strength comparable to that of the Nine Heavens Emperor, but he doesn't reveal any breath.

Carrying a murderous sword, on the battlefield, he wandered around, and no one could stop him.

Another place was cleared, and the head of the last enemy was cut off with a sword, and Yan Shisan was just about to collect his sword. The headless body of the demon exploded almost at the same time.

When the divine light dissipated, Yan Shisan saw Emperor Wuji, who had just closed his fist, and the two former opponents met in this way.

"Your fist is a step slower than my sword. Yan Thirteen spoke.

Emperor Wujian smiled and said, "But my fist is much more than your sword and kills more demons." ”

"No matter how many people can be killed, we can't go back to heaven by relying on the two of us. ”

Emperor Wujian smiled evilly and said: "The ticket is big, do you dare!"

Yan Shisan raised his eyebrows: "You say." ”

Emperor Wujian looked at the sky and muttered, "The one who can really change the situation of the battle is the Supreme, but our Supreme has been dragged by the other party. As long as there is a supreme and his hands are free, he can alleviate the current situation for a while. ”

Yan Shisan swept it at will, and the battlefield under the Supreme, except for a few places, were all killed and retreated. Like a receding tide, demon warriors and fierce beasts are boundless, surging and approaching like a torrent.

In the face of this general trend, the small victories created by the two of them seem very insignificant.

As the demons occupy an advantage and become more and more powerful, they will soon be targeted and besieged by real masters.

If all the bottom layers are defeated, it will inevitably affect the supreme battle in the end.

Emperor Wujian stared at the Heavenly Demon Emperor, the Earth Demon Emperor, and the Shadow Demon Emperor who were fighting with the Abandoned Heaven God Emperor, and said, "Let's go kill the Supreme, do you dare!"

"If you dare to fight, why don't I dare. ”

Yan Shisan had already looked down on life and death, and his killing sword path had never dared to say two words.