In order to gain a little face for himself, the war demon Duren used the Proud Sky Dragon Stick Method, of course, Duren himself didn't think so, he was still ready to make a last stand.

This arrogant dragon stick method is indeed beautiful.

The Nine Dragons flew into the sky, and the prestige was great, and the coiling dragon stick in Du Lun's hand condensed the demonic energy, becoming more than ten zhang long.

Whether it's to save face for himself, or whether he really wants to win Yan Fei, it's the same for Yan Fei.

Yan Fei will never back down, nor will he give Du Lun this face.

The difference is that Du Lun's display of the Proud Sky Descending Dragon Stick Method just gave Yan Fei a chance to show it.

At this moment, Yan Fei pursed the corners of his mouth, revealing an evil smile.

With a flash of figure, he swung the Sword of the Underworld and headed straight for Duren.

Nine black dragons flew wildly, fierce and domineering, Du Lun saw Yan Fei rushing and controlled the nine black dragons to attack Yan Fei.

Next, everyone was shocked to see it.

The Evil Sword is unstoppable, a dragon flies in, it is directly a sword, and that piece of blood-colored sword light will cut off the dragon head of the black dragon.

Next, split head-on.

This sword simply split the head of the black dragon into two, and the black dragon was originally made of demonic qi condensation, and after being killed by Yan Fei with a sword, it suddenly turned into a rolling demonic qi and dissipated into the air.

In the third, the Evil Sword slashed horizontally, splitting the black dragon into two pieces from the middle.

Whoa, whoa!

The originally high-pitched dragon moan had now turned into a burst of miserable howls.

Everyone was already stunned, even that Duren was completely dumbfounded, this was simply Yan Fei's personal performance.

Slaying the Demon Dragon with a sword is as easy as finding a bag.

Yan Fei simply seized this opportunity, and the one who killed was called a chic, and the one who killed was called a beautiful.

In just a dozen breaths, a Hellish Divine Sword slashed nine black dragons without even a moment's hesitation.

Xing Lin, Shi Sheng and others, seeing this scene, trembled with excitement one by one.

Everyone can't wait to rush forward now, a happy and dripping battle, Yan Fei used his supreme strength to awaken the bloody nature and fighting spirit in everyone's bones.

Even the five demon kings were the same, they were all very excited.

Each of the five demon kings is over eighty years old, and it stands to reason that people of this age are very calm, and it is difficult for them to feel nervous or excited.

But at this moment, every time they saw Yan Fei take out his sword and slash the black dragon, their scalps were involuntarily numb.

Once upon a time, the enthusiasm and pride of youth suddenly came out.

This side of the Demon Path.

Under the shock of the supreme strength, the demons forgot their position at the moment. In their eyes, what is presented is a contest of the world, which is very simple, there is no so-called battle for fame and fortune, and there is no so-called purpose, that is, two immortal powerhouses, are engaged in a wonderful and rare fight in a hundred years

Fight.

So, they are the same.

Everyone has a blood in their bones, which is an innate nature of human beings. The difference is that with the growth of years, with the different encounters, people's blood is gradually buried, forced by some pressure, people have to know how to suppress their emotions, suppress their blood, lest because of a moment of brain fever

Committed a heinous catastrophe.

Yet, today, today. Yan Fei awakened this blood in everyone's bones, so almost everyone, regardless of their cultivation or status, had an impulse to make a gesture, and they even fantasized about holding a divine sword and slashing with a sword

The people of the black dragon are themselves.

What martial arts do you ask for, what do you ask for eternal life?

For most people, it is too far away, and it is more real pride to be able to have a hearty big battle and be able to sway their blood to their heart's content.

Taking the opportunity of Yan Fei's sword to slash the Nine Dragons, the battle demon Duren had already made the final preparations.

When Yan Fei killed all the nine dragons, he grabbed this coiling dragon stick with both hands, which was more than ten zhang long, and smashed it down in the air.

Airplanes!

The coiling dragon stick fell, the wind whistled, and the stick was majestic, as if it was about to open the sky.

Yan Fei was not afraid, the corners of his mouth still had that evil smile, and in his hand was still the evil sword that followed him to fight in the north and south, killing countless enemies.

Looking at the huge coiling dragon stick that smashed head-on, Yan Fei snorted coldly.

He raised the Evil Sword high above his head, a sword had already been truly integrated with Yan Fei, and the unity of human and sword was already the norm for Yan Fei.

At this moment, Yan Fei had already merged into the Evil Sword, or rather, the Evil Sword had merged into Yan Fei.

It makes no difference.

Woooooo

There were bursts of terrible ghost crying wolf howls from the sword body, which made everyone's necks chill when they heard it.

Yan Fei, who was united with human swords, did not run for the war demon Duren, because he didn't want Duren's life.

Therefore, this blood-colored divine sword actually went head-on, and there was no need for the dragon stick to smash it down, Yan Fei's whole person turned into a bloody sword and crashed into it himself.

Nine out of ten people opened their mouths in an expression of unparalleled shock.

They watched this bloody light slam into the coiling dragon stick that was more than ten zhang long.

Rumble!

This loud noise, although everyone was prepared, was still shocked.

A sword!

Break!

The human sword was unstoppable, and he broke the coiling dragon stick more than ten zhang long, almost without any obstacles.

Duren, the war demon, was completely dumbfounded.

Everyone was dumbfounded, including the five demon kings and the Netherworld, many people only knew that Yan Fei's strength was strong, but they had never really seen Yan Fei make a move.

Today, they finally saw it with their own eyes.

The Five Great Demon Kings couldn't help but feel happy, and even a little afraid, because they realized that if Yan Fei had murderous intent from the beginning, they would have died a long time ago.

Netherworld was not afraid of Yan Fei, he could feel that with Yan Fei's current combat strength, compared to him, it was still much worse.

But what he was afraid of was that Yan Fei was only thirty years old.

What he was afraid of was Yan Fei's potential, if it continued like this, in another three and five years, it might not take that long at all, and it would be difficult for him to ensure that he could win Yan Fei.

So, the Netherworld began to hesitate.

Is this strategy of delaying the army by retreating is right?

Don't push this evil star into the supreme of the evil path, and after destroying the righteous path in one fell swoop, and you can't control him at all, at that time, it will be a fake show, and you will make a wedding dress for others.

Thinking of this, Netherworld couldn't help but be torn between a dilemma.

Air.

The victory and defeat have been divided, the sword slashes the nine dragons, and the sword breaks the dragon, Yan Fei no longer needs to fight. The blood light he turned into suddenly flew in front of the war demon Duren, but Duren was already unmoving.