Two powerful demons will turn the fight into a fight without any aesthetic beauty, just like the current Demon King and Old Joe.

The fierce confrontation between the two had completely destroyed the ornate parlor, the obsidian walls were covered with large holes filled with spiderweb-like cracks smashed by the Demon King, and every piece of furniture was shattered by Old Joe's bullets and bone blades.

"Boom ————!"

Eventually, the ceiling collapsed before the floor, which had also been subjected to inhuman treatment, and the whole thing fell to the ground, burying the two figures who were still fighting.

At this time, the Demon King's physical strength advantage was completely withdrawn, and thousands of catties of armor plates mixed with various debris on the entire bottom floor fell and directly buried Lao Qiao, who couldn't dodge. And the demon king still maintains a standing posture with his strong body.

How could he let go of this opportunity at this time, since the combat experience and skills are not enough, then he has to follow the traditional virtue - take advantage of his illness and kill him!

At this time, Lao Qiao had just laboriously peeled off the two-meter-thick building materials buried on his body, when he saw a huge fist and an iron-blue young face full of anger.

"Die!" With a cry from the soul, Liu Xinming manipulated his body and used all his strength to swing this devastating punch.

"Tom——!" With a weird muffled sound, the fist actually smashed on the bone blade of Lao Qiao's right hand that he didn't know when, and it didn't hit directly, but then, the force of this punch was so huge, plus the bone blade had actually collided with the fist spur in the demon king's hand many times in the previous battle, and there were a lot of cracks.

Almost instantly, the huge bone-white blade surface set off layers of cracks, and then, in Old Joe's frightened gaze, it shattered into bone fragments all over the sky!

There was no time to react otherwise, and he was hit Old Joe's defenseless head with a heavy punch that slowed down slightly.

Even if he has become a demon and received such a heavy blow, Lao Qiao is still in front of him at the moment, and his brain is buzzing for a short time for the time being.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Demon King snatched the equally threatening pistol in his hand, and almost all of the major kills that affected his actions in the battle just now came from it.

Throwing the pistol off the tall building, the demon king grabbed the old man who hadn't reacted yet, choked his neck, and smashed his weight to the ground with his weight in a purely violent way.

"Boom——! Click! ”

Finally, under such an impact, the floor that had been trampled countless times by the two monsters could no longer withstand it even after being thickened and reinforced, and the two of them maintained their whereabouts and smashed down the next layer fiercely.

At this time, Lao Qiao was completely awake, whether it was a bone blade or a pistol, he had no choice, roared, and actually picked up the tall body of the demon king, and with the momentum of the falling debris that had not been completely reduced when he fell, he instantly picked up a large boulder, completely ignoring the newly punched blood hole on his body, and directly aimed the body of the demon king at a broken steel bar that was exposed because the two of them fell just now.

"Demons, you should die well!" It was an old voice that was more helpless than angry.

The slender steel bars did not penetrate the flesh of the terrible toughness, but they were the load-bearing wall fragments that made up the main structure of the entire level.

So, it happened again, and with a loud bang, the two men fell like this, and this time, the two men rolled in the air, like two drunks fighting each other, punching and kicking, head, shoulders, elbows, knees, and attacking each other with all their might.

"She's just a child, and she's still your child! Not even a demon can do such a thing! ”

"Boom—click!" Three floors

"You know what! What do you understand?! All demons must die! ”

The two men were pulled by Old Joe almost frantically and completely hit the floor with their most fragile heads, and unsurprisingly, waiting for another fall.

"I don't understand, but I won't kill my own loved ones!"

Maybe it's thinking of the demon in the garb of "father" who killed his mother with his own hands, or maybe it's the anger that finally overcomes the fear of falling.

Just before the two of them fell to the solid ground, the Demon King picked up Old Joe's body, which was quite short and thin compared to himself, and directly pushed him into the thickest front wall of the fortress.

This time, as if two trains were colliding head-on at high speed, two people appeared in the crowd fighting outside the fortress with thick smoke and dust.

At this time, Lao Qiao's forces were already clear-eyed people, or anyone who could see them, knew that the general trend had gone, and the last member of the elite commando team [Iron Mask] had already vomited blood and died under a heavy hammer about a minute ago. Andre "The Giant" was impaled by Father Anderson, screaming, struggling and trying to get closer in the direction where Old Joe fell. Everyone could tell that the loyal but manic troll had only his last breath left, but his enemies had not yet allowed him to die.

"Look, dog bastard, how did you destroy my son, just watch it with your own eyes!" Father Anderson found a crude cigarette out of nowhere, lit it tremblingly, and looked coldly at the two men fighting in the crowd.

"I will witness God's miracle!"

"Rock Sheep" Larry struggled to cut down a citizen who rushed up with a wrench with a saber in his hand, and another political commissar next to him was shot in the chest by the slum coalition forces when he was shooting, killing him instantly.

As a general of this age, Larry Jarrick was no longer the right age to fight. Even the opponent can already see that it is already a little difficult for this old man to stand on the battlefield for such a long time, he is too old, he is just an ordinary person.

Slashing another onrushing foe, Larry struck the shoulder with all the blows of the foe's dagger. Blood flowed through the gaps in the uniform, and the bright red blood stained the pure black coat. Gritting his teeth, Larry Arek, the finest former commander of the Imperial Kingdom of Miletis, will complete his final war.

The two demons rolled on the ground in disregard of the surrounding rain of bullets, and finally, Lao Qiao's physical strength slowly exhausted with time, and the demon king seized the opportunity, and suddenly, his strong arms locked the neck that burst out of green tendons and was full of age spots. The big foot in the worn-out boots stepped on Old Joe's back, which was not too broad, and the whole person was completely pulled, no matter how much he struggled, it was useless.

"It's useless, the curse of the devil will continue, you don't have the courage to cut yourself off, everything will be destroyed because of you!!"

Feeling the tear in his neck, Old Joe seemed to have seen his end, screaming in despair and rage, trying to pass on his thoughts to the man who was trying to kill him.