According to some ancient dossiers and records in the Demon Clan's collection, the ancient Heavenly Demon Race even reached thousands of heads in its heyday, each of which had the huge power to destroy the heavens and shatter the stars, and the solemn and solemn "top etiquette" in their race has been sought by countless people and demons so far And spread out. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

And for the lower human race, most of the cultivation exercises are actually achieved by imitating the current demon etiquette, and those glorious ceremonial guards that can be practiced are fascinating, but for the wind city, the awe of heaven and earth in the heart and the admiration for those glorious ceremonial guards will still change because of their own strength, the changing times, the reason why they covet the "top etiquette" of the heavenly demon race, now it can also be seen at a glance, there is no doubt, if you can learn the song of those who worship the glory of heaven and earth" Emphasis on etiquette", the cultivation is bound to be a thousand miles a day, the Martial God Temple is bound to rise even more, and the human race is bound to be more powerful.

However, there is no trace of the Heavenly Demon in the world for thousands of years, and he finally ran into one, and he is still too old, and this kind of strength is simply a despicable existence among the Heavenly Demon Race, so that Feng Cheng once doubted whether the old man was really an ancient Heavenly Demon, if it wasn't for some way to prove it in his hands, he really couldn't believe that his strength was so low, and he was estimated to be a backward Heavenly Demon, but he should have learned the "top etiquette" when he was young, and this was enough.

When the morning sun rose on the 14th, the battle in the verdant forest continued, the two sides fought all night, from the evening of sunset to the next day, but Jing Yuyu did not shoot in that battle of the sky and the earth, and the old man in the battle, the old man and Jing Cricket, were seriously injured to varying degrees, what made Jing Yuyu puzzled was that his brother had never made the ninth knife after the eighth knife, and that knife had killed the human race in the God King Realm, I don't know why.

Only Jing Cricket himself understands that if he wants the thirteen black flying knives in his hand to be extremely powerful, he is already the limit of the tenth knife, and even if the three knives behind can be produced, it is not the power of the tenth knife, and if he really wants to come up with the eleventh knife, either he will increase his cultivation sharply, or he will fight for his life, maybe he can still come out in that case.

So he stopped at the ninth knife, because he had to grasp the last two knives, and let the other party get injured, which also symbolized that the advantage of the last two knives would be greater and greater, just like now, the old monster in front of him who was too old to look like had begun to gasp for breath, and this rough breath swallowed the world and the demon qi was horizontal, but I was afraid that he couldn't withstand the agitation in his body and began to decline.

And this is the opportunity that Jing Cricket is waiting for.

So, Jing Cricket also resisted the agitation of the serious injury in his body, and the ninth knife slowly appeared in his sleeve, and his eyes suddenly brightened under the mask, this knife, come out again!

Silence, incomparable silence, this knife did not carry the heaven-swallowing wind and thunder, only the incomparable silence, as if it was the first drop of rain slowly falling in the dim sky, peaceful and quiet, but under this quiet, it also symbolized the majestic rain afterward.

This knife is like a white horse passing through the gap, and it is not whistling, but the naked eye can no longer catch it, silently cutting the green and fallen leaves, and even cutting the early morning sun that comes from the quiet illumination, this knife is like the life that the cricket yearns for, quiet and firm, when he opens his eyes, the wide avenue in front of him, when he takes a step, no one in the world can stop him!

The old man's expression was unprecedentedly heavy, the Tianjiao of the Hundred Domains was too powerful, so that he, the ancient heavenly demon, had to admit it, and he also understood that he was not fighting with a person, but against a legend, because the White Tiger Hall of the Martial God Temple collected the world's wonders, and every member was a legend, and even the legend in the legend, these people could become a bright star in any era!

However, even so, he still wouldn't lose, just because he was a noble and powerful ancient demon, even if he was no longer recognized, he had been abandoned.

The quiet ninth knife was like the first drop of rain falling from the sky, falling on his chest, inserted into his chest, after this knife came out, the old man knew that he could not dodge, overnight, in the end, it was still too badly injured, if he desperately moved away, he would still be stabbed, and then he would be more seriously injured, fortunately, his ancient heavenly demon body was extremely powerful, and the most powerful was also the chest of the knife.

After the ninth knife was inserted, it seemed that the heavens and the earth froze in an instant, this knife was so quiet, even so quiet that people thought it was tired, but why was the power so great? The old man's body suddenly flew upside down, and after spitting out a mouthful of blood, it was the only thought in his mind.

"This sword has killed the God King. At this time, Jing Cricket, who was also seriously injured, said in a hoarse voice.

When the old man who flew upside down heard it, he smiled bitterly: "No wonder. ”

It's just that after a wry smile, his eyes lit up again, he stretched out his hand and suddenly pulled out the knife in his chest, threw it aside, looked at Jing Cricket and said slowly: "This knife is very powerful, but even if you can kill the Heavenly King, you can't kill me." ”