"Demon Lord, the demon thoughts can't be transmitted!"

Gang Lie's eyes showed horror, and this realm of life and death was completely imprisoned by demonic thoughts.

Shu Jianfeng's brows were tightly locked, and he was so annoyed that he couldn't do more, if there was still hope to kill Wen Yiming together, but now the hope is getting smaller and smaller, because the opponent's combat power is getting stronger and stronger with the increase in cultivation, and it is simply a geometric exponential increase.

Although the two still have the upper hand, the other party is slowly reversing the situation.

The battle situation of the three brothers and sisters of the Yan family is considerable, but under the desperate struggle of the angry axe, there is still a stalemate in a short period of time.

The angry axe was almost pressed and beaten against Yan Yuan, and he retreated in the air in a roundabout way, unable to beat the domineering spirit of the angry axe at all, bleeding all over, scarred, miserable, and showing white bones in many places, his right hand was even cut off three fingers, and even his left eye was shattered.

The Howling Moon Wolf Emperor and Huang Jie were even worse, the former's back tail was cut off in half by Yan Lan, and there was no hair on his body, only blood flowing.

Huang Jie's left arm shattered, a long gap in his waist opened, and several internal organs squirmed.

Yan Aluminum is the lowest cultivation among the three demon kings, but the combat power is almost the same, Liang Zhi hit two heavy swords in his chest and abdomen, and was pierced by life, and his combat effectiveness is almost guaranteed, but he is still carrying it hard, helping the crazy Zane to contain it.

Zane's eyes were dragged by the blade, and the two eyeballs had long since fallen away, all relying on the focused aura shared by Wen Yiming to fight, and he was already defending more and attacking less.

The morale of the human camp is extremely low, and the only thing worth exhilarating is that Wen Yiming entangled two god-level martial cultivators in the sky, and it seems that he is still fighting for a reversal, and there is some hope.

The battlefield of Death Canyon is even more tragic than other battles, the Zuan clan has the least casualties, but three of the ten god of war guards have also fallen, and Farma almost wants to go crazy, and a chain axe joins Amon to slash wildly.

The whole human martial arts cultivator has been forced to be like a battle pavilion pass, stubbornly guarding the last line of defense of the city wall, the martial arts cultivation of the god of war period is five out of ten, and the shepherd boy sea of the herdsman family has almost been demonized, and he has been defending the city wall for a long time, telling Yang Tianhao beside him to cut off his head as soon as he is completely demonized.

Sikong Yuncong and Sikong Yueyue of the Eastern Sen Creative Arts Pavilion both died in battle, and Qi Yun was also one step ahead to save Wen Dengyao

The city wall of the Battle Pavilion Pass is more than 500 zhang longitudinal and horizontal, and the wall surface shown in the canyon is almost 500 meters, and it is full of demons and beasts that climb up and rise into the air one after another, and the black pressure makes the entire Battle Pavilion Pass shake, and the rear buildings tremble in awe, and countless dust falls from the buildings.

Countless wood spirit warships above the Battle Pavilion Pass formed a phalanx, with crossbows and the sound of heavy spears continuously, but they still couldn't be suppressed.

'Boom!'

The left flank of Zhanting Pass broke the defense, the ancestors stationed in the station were pulled away alive, Tong Qiang and the Eight Tartars fought to the death and did not retreat, it was still difficult to reverse the decline, and the three heavy crossbow towers were destroyed in an instant.

The shouting of killing almost turned into a cry, selfless fighting, blood full of eyes.

A line of defense was broken, and the demons poured in, leading the demonic qi to attack the city wall, and countless martial cultivators had gradually lost themselves in the demonic qi, killing people when they saw them, regardless of whether they were enemies or enemies.

The situation is extremely severe, the Battle Pavilion Pass is about to be broken, and the demons are roaring wildly, as long as they break through the Battle Pavilion Pass, they will be able to freely control the sky and demonize human beings on a large scale.

The ancient cold stone blocked the exit of thousands of miles of scorched earth, and they also had no way back, the only way to survive was to break through the Battle Pavilion Pass, otherwise they could only succumb to the depths of the Death Canyon, and then Xu Tu.

But as a demon race, everyone knows that this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, first of all, the demon clan has a human demon, with a demon master, and a demon venerable is awakened, two god-level martial arts cultivators, what kind of combat power is this.

Moreover, there are only two of the four guardian war gods left, and the Zu'an clan has been excluded for countless years, and they have not been able to get any development, and if they lose this opportunity, their demon clan will have no reason to make a comeback.

Of course, this time, the variable is the white-haired man who will not retreat from the bloody battle in the sky, and is called Skywalker.

According to the records of the demons, the Skywalker who was born this time was unprecedentedly strong, and he was able to resist the demon lord and the demon lord alone, and it seemed that the situation was still reversing the tide of the war.

For this reason, they did not need to receive the demon lord's demonic thoughts, and began a suicidal charge.

And this point can be said to be deeply in line with the meaning of Shu Jianfeng and Gang Lie.

"Wen Yiming, you can't be a savior!"

Shu Jianfeng teamed up with Gang Lie to slash Wen Yiming with an afterimage broken knife, sneering and using words to make a mess.

The fact is not that Shu Jianfeng exaggerated, the battle pavilion pass broke through the gap in the defensive line, and the demon clan broke through the last line of defense for a maximum of two quarters of an hour.

All human beings see this clearly.

Wen Yiming was impatient, and he had words in his heart: Almost, almost!

He groped for the mystery in the release of Shu Jianfeng and Gang Lie's martial arts, and finally understood why he had never been able to fuse god-level martial arts, and he was accumulating his comprehension in the confrontation little by little.

Suddenly, Wen Yiming looked down with his perception and his eyes were divided, and his heart tightened.

In order to plug the gap in the broken defense line, the ancestor and the five gods of war of the Alchemy Guild and the surging attack of the large number of demons and beasts were wiped out, and the large blood mist exploded and it was impossible to tell whether it was a human or a demon, and the atmosphere of grief was so calm that the air was stagnant and flowing, and Ling Qingping and many alchemists burst into tears.

"Ancestor!"

Wen Yiming didn't know how many times he had to charge, and seeing that the bones of his ancestor were gone, he couldn't help but feel sad, such a respectable and admirable elder made his breath hurt.

Countless pills and potions were too lazy to take a look, and they were thrown directly into their mouths, and he Wen Yiming also had no way back in this battle, and all his family and friends had no way out, so he couldn't take care of it too much.

Qi Yuan Dan, Ao Qi Chong Yuan Dan, Tiger Roar Pill, Soul Breaking Pill, Demon Breaking Pill, and Zixia Mixture are all in the mouth.

"Ho-ahh

The overwhelming medicinal power frantically ravaged its meridian muscles, like a flash flood directly into the dantian, making Wen Yiming have the illusion that he would lose consciousness in the next second, or explode.

Roaring, the strong smell of elixirs and potions evaporated from the blazing heat of that shout.

The roaring dragon on his chest almost came out of his body, and the blood beads in his pores were pulled up, hanging on the cold hair like an upside-down steel needle at that moment, and the whole person was like a bloody Shura.

The chaotic nebula in his mind spun wildly, and Wen Yiming's eyes were blurred, relying entirely on perception to capture the target.

Cultivation was rising wildly, but it stopped at the late stage of the ninth layer of the God of War, but despite this, its true yuan and spiritual power still quickly recovered to the sixth layer.

Facing Shu Jianfeng and Gang Lie's charge, Wen Yiming took the initiative to hide for the first time and turned on teleportation, avoiding it far away and bursting out at the same time.

Patches of rainbow spears were suppressed in a covering manner, and he was condensed in the void with both hands pinching the mysterious technique of breath.

'Boom!'

The phantom is silent, and the sky changes color impressively, and the wind is surging!

"Stop him!"

Shu Jianfeng was horrified, and the power of the heavens and the earth changing color made his shouting almost change tone.

"Give Me ——! Fusion"

Seeing Shu Jianfeng and Gang Lie attacking madly, Wen Yiming didn't move, the speed of his arms pinching his hand was uncontrollable, and his skin cracked inch by inch.

At this moment, he thought of Cui Lang.

Do you kill me first, or do I definitely lock you up first?

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