Wu Hao sat on the throne and looked at Zhong Buqi, who was coming step by step.

From beginning to end, Wu Hao didn't see a trace of his killing intent in Zhong Buqi's body. But thousands of demons can't stop it.

Zhong Buqi had no interest in slaughtering the eight tribes that surrounded him, but above that long path, all the demons that stood in his way were undoubtedly revenant.

And Zhong Buqi was walking towards Wu Hao.

What a horrible sight!

"Sorry, it's not going to work!"

Ten zhang before the throne of Wu Hao, Zhong Buqi stopped his steps.

And on the long path behind him, there were already piles of corpses of the eight tribes.

Wu Hao could see what was revealed in the eyes of those ruthless and prestigious demons.

Anger, bloodthirsty, cruelty, and even fear.

"What a horseman!"

Wu Hao knew that he already had to make a move. If it is left unchecked, the morale of this 300,000-strong army will probably be completely lost.

Wu Hao couldn't see the depth of Zhong Buqi clearly, because from beginning to end, he had never drawn his sword.

The ten-zhang demon soul came out of its body, covered with golden light. Along with it, the huge body of the Dragon Hunter like a hill flew in the sky.

Wu Hao used all his strength as soon as he came up, compared to it, Zhong Buqi's figure was as small as dust. Wu Hao's demon body punched down, with incomparable might.

The earth shakes, the mountains shake, and the clouds and winds move.

With this punch, the dark clouds cascaded, pouring down like ink droplets, and the wind howled, rolling into the world like a knife.

Heaven and earth change color, and all things are afraid. Whether it was a demon clan or a barbarian clan present, they all emitted instinctive awe from their hearts.

Wu Hao threw a punch, and the surrounding Lingqi covered the sky and the sun, as if there was only this golden man more than ten zhang high left between heaven and earth.

In the midst of the confusion of the demon clan, a sword light broke through the arc. Then, all the brilliance of the Ten Zhangjin Man of Xuan He was overshadowed by this sword light.

The wind and smoke were quiet, and all the demon and barbarian clans present looked at the throne.

Right there, the great master who looked like a scholar held a long sword in his hand, and his body was long and jade. And the Demon Emperor fell at his feet.

"I have some skills without dying with my sword."

This was the first time since the start of the war that Zhong Buqi had pulled out that Ling Xiao long sword.

The cold light shines coldly, reflecting the hearts of the people.

"Protect Your Majesty!"

At this moment, the dragon hunting king in the sky let out a loud shout, and the cold flames in his mouth spewed out, heading straight for Zhong Buqi.

The cold flame was brilliant in color, magnificent and deadly. The cold flame was exposed to the air, as if even the air could freeze, and wherever it passed, it resounded, like the sound of the netherworld.

"Noise!"

Zhong Buqi swung his second sword.

The Dragon Hunter King, who was spewing cold flames, suddenly drew a long line of blood on his entire body. Blood sprayed like rain, and the mountain-like body seemed to lose power, whimpering, and falling from the sky.

The army behind Wu Hao immediately retreated, but the body of the Dragon Hunter King was too big, and he didn't know how many demon soldiers and barbarian generals he had taken away.

"The Dragon Hunter... He's dead! ”

When the dust cleared, the fallen dragon hunter closed his eyes, and there was no sound, and all the big demons were shocked. The divine beast that had inhabited the extreme north for hundreds of years actually died after receiving Zhong Buqiyi's sword?

At this moment, all the demon clans and barbarians present felt ridiculous in their hearts.

And behind this absurdity is a bone-chilling cold and fear.

"Let's go up together and rescue Your Majesty!"

I don't know who shouted, and for a while, all the masters of the demon clan and the barbarian clan rushed up.

The demon soul is out, and the golden blood is surrounded by the sky.

Thousands of great demon souls came out together, and the barbarian witch recited a spell in his mouth.

Its momentum was even more impressive than when Wu Hao threw that punch just now.

Zhong Buqi didn't pay attention to Wu Hao, and didn't even plan to take him as a hostage.

Wu Hao saw that Zhong Buqi took a step forward, and his figure was gone.

In the void, the sword light burst out. Zhong Buqi's figure was very fast, so fast that only the dazzling arcs between heaven and earth remained.

Wu Hao didn't know how long it took, the atmosphere became more and more stagnant, and all the demon clans and barbarians were waiting for the victory.

But the sword light in the void was still the same, neither disappeared, nor did the momentum weaken a little.

Until the end, Zhong Buqi's figure appeared in front of Wu Hao again. And as far as the eye can see, the thousands of demons in the eight tribes can no longer be an obstacle to him.

Zhong Buqi fell to the ground gently, and the slender Lingxiao long sword Guang Han was still there, not stained with a little blood.

Zhong Buqi's eyes saw Wu Hao's body again, but just a glance, Wu Hao's body shook.

Fear!

This vulgar and ordinary word came to Wu Hao's heart for the first time in his life.

Then, a fiery red figure appeared in front of Wu Hao's eyes.

Red clothes are like fire, delicate like flowers

Su Ying came in barefoot, crossed Wu Hao, and walked directly into the bloody battlefield.

"Thunder Beasts, Snakes, Green Ghosts, Djinns, Birds, Copperheads, White Hoofs, Split Eagles. Eight demons, thousands of demons, all lost under your sword. Zhong Buqi, your sword is still so sharp. ”

Su Ying came and said slightly, as if there was nothing else in his eyes except for the man in front of him.

"Little fox!"

Zhong Buqi looked at Su Ying and blurted out.

"Don't call me that." A trace of anger appeared on Su Ying's face, like a peach blossom dyed red in March, "You are not worthy!" ”

"Protect Your Majesty!"

Su Ying guarded in front of Wu Hao, and it was this word, and the demon clan who was still immersed in anger just now woke up.

Wu Hao looked at the beautiful figure in front of him, and his face revealed complicated feelings. And at the bottom of all these emotions is a touch of shame.

"For all these years, I've been thinking about how to kill you?" Su Ying looked at Zhong Buqi, "Look at your swordsmanship like a god, you can break all the laws in the world." As soon as Yang Chun dies, no one in the world can stand in front of you. So what is your biggest weakness? ”

Zhong Buqi seemed to be attracted by Su Ying's words, and looked at her, but heard her say: "Heart-destroying three fingers." ”

Zhong Buqi's face showed a hint of surprise, he put away his long sword, and said with a smile: "Go on!" ”

"You have been broken by the three fingers of the heart, and the Daoji has been damaged. Today, he slaughtered these thousands of demons and provoked this monstrous slaughter. Even if you are like a god, I want you to die today. ”

Su Ying stepped forward, but saw that on the battlefield, the blood and resentment of the corpses all over the ground flowed on the battlefield at a strange flow speed and in a state visible to the naked eye.

Zhong Buqi's face changed, and he said: "Nine Killings and Destroying the Love Array!" ”

The nine huge tails behind Su Ying were constantly dancing, and a pair of eyes were full of golden light.

"Zhong Buqi, today is your death date!"