Enma Drought Devil passed the knife in his left hand to his right hand, and reversed it to open another knife on the back of the Evil Alone. Woe Lone couldn't turn around, and the wild horse swung his hooves and kicked the knife. The Yama Drought Devil's sword was so powerful that it borrowed three points of force and rose into the air, as if lying flat in mid-air.

Woe Lone tilted his head back, his eyes just opposite the crazy and tyrannical red pupils of the Enma Drought Fish. The beast-like demon lord is even more ferocious, his head is pushed forward, and the single horn of his forehead is directly inserted into the eye socket of the lonely man. Woe Lone stretched his hands back, firmly grasping the two horns of the Enma Drought Fish covering his temples, the muscles between his waist and abdomen instantly bulged, from a flat river to mountains and valleys, and the eight-pack abdominal muscles were vertical and horizontal, bulging to the limit!

"Give it to me!" With a burst of shouts, Woe Lone rolled to the side from lying down to lying, and the Yama Drought Devil's neck turned around in a circle, and it almost became a twist. The Enma Drought suddenly suffered more than pain, but his mind rolled up and down, and he was nauseous and confused, and he was thrown into the sky by the disaster alone.

"Good!" Woe Lone walked to the ground with both feet, and the force rose from the root, and the Enma Drought Fish held above his head was suddenly pulled down by Woe Lone, and then smashed hard, like an upside-down onion, half of his head was embedded in the ground.

"My neck is broken, I should be dead now, right?" Before he finished speaking, he wanted to give himself two big mouths, and as expected, as soon as the big flag was planted, the Enma Drought touched his neck, supported it with a knife, and stood up.

Knowing that he couldn't recover, he walked alone three steps and stepped in front of the Enma Drought Demon, "Brahma Sea Shura Seal Twin Heavens!" "This is the strongest move against the demon alone, and with the blessing of the "god" extraterrestrial pure saint qi, the power is stronger than ever. I saw that Woe Lone walked with his hands folded, and slapped it on the back of the head of the Enma Drought Devil General, allowing him to re-enter the earth.

Unexpectedly, the Enma Drought was the first Xenomorph Demon King created by the Emperor of the Abandoned Heavens, and compared with the second Ghost King Yinhuang Zhu Wu, he gave up his true qi capacity and recovery speed, in exchange for terrifying defense and the second recovery power in the world. As for the first place, it is competing with the head of this second place.

Under the bombardment of palm after palm, the earth, which was originally composed of the scales of the Xenomorph Demon Dragon, also cracked layer by layer, and the shocking cracks of the Dao Dao spread, forming a large pit with a diameter of several zhang.

"This guy's head is so hard, I've been knocking for so long, and I haven't heard a single bone sound." The offensive was suspended, and Woe Lone turned his palm to see, his palm was red, and the hair of the Enma Drought was stuck in the flesh and blood, and Woe Lone walked with his left hand to help his right hand, and his right hand to help his left hand, pulling them out one by one.

"Uhh It was quiet for a moment, and the head and scales were closely connected to the Enma Drought Fish regained its combat effectiveness, pressing the scales with both hands, exerting force on the waist and back, pulling back, and the head was separated from the scales with a "poof", but the scales were indeed not ordinary, so there was no damage, and the traces of the Yama Drought Devil's face print were extremely clear, and even the hair was perfectly restored. If you want to make a pottery sculpture, you don't need to find a mold.

"You!" Shaking his head vigorously and touching the back of his bald half-haired head, the Enma Drought was able to speak.

"Oh my god, I'm so big that I can talk! Am I going to change my name to Zhigao's Fist? Woe Lone pointed at the Enma Drought in surprise, and there were just a few hairs stuck to his index finger. The beige color looks like a chick and a duckling have just faded. In fact, if you look at the Enma Drought as just born, these handfuls of hair can really be regarded as the fetal hair of the Enma Drought Fish.

"Damn it!" In order to fulfill the order of the Emperor of the Abandoned Heavens, the Enma Drought Devil instinctively gave birth to his own evolution and gained intelligence in advance. It's just that in this way, he has exhausted his potential, and there is no chance to go further, and the first fighter booked by the Xenomorph Demon Realm has already gone downhill before he reaches his peak. Pity Yinhuang Zhu Wu, the king of the Xenomorphic Demon Realm in the future, not only has to be the leader, but also has to be the force of force.

In the rivers and lakes, cutting off people's futures is like killing someone's life, and with this layer of hatred, the power of the Yama Drought Knife forms a knife pressure like a substance. A trace of knife qi leaked from the knife pressure. The calamity that had been waiting for him couldn't hide from it, and as soon as the white light flashed on the side of his face, pink bone marrow dripped out of the cracks in his bones.

Woe Duxing reached out and touched the wound, put it in his mouth, the taste was very fishy, and the familiar fragrance in it gradually faded, he knew that this battle was only now really beginning.

"Aragami is domineering!" ("In the Blood Mist, Breaking the Storm!") ”）

Desperately fighting the opponent, with a different tacit understanding, the moment the eyes interacted, each made a move. The earth is raging flames, and the sky is a blood mist. When the Enma Drought forcibly evolved and lost the sky, the disaster alone fell out with a page of books and lost people, and at this moment the two competed, not to hurt the enemy, but to seize the land.

"Damn blasphemer! It's a great place to be! Your rivalry with me is your biggest cause of defeat! "The Enma Drought raised its sword to the sky, attracting boundless demonic energy to surge, and the orange demon fire burning on the ground seemed to have encountered grease, and it rose up in the sky, burning hotly, and the burned hair was dry and scorched.

The blood mist emitted by the lonely walk gradually thinned, and he had to incur the whole body to protect the master's body from being surrounded by demonic fire, but the fire was monstrous, and the shield formed by the red mist was like a boat in the sea in the black ** gas, and it was about to overturn.

"What can a mere demon fire do to me?" Knowing that if you keep it for a long time, you will lose, and you will take the initiative to attack alone. "Three sighs of heaven and earth, return to ruthlessness!" The ruthless trick of Woe Lone is an extreme trick that has no advance or retreat, and the burning blood pushes Woe Lone to move forward, but it also makes Woe Lone have no way out, but today it is going to be defeated, what retreat is there to talk about? When you meet on a narrow road, the brave wins!

"A quick move! Aragami Slash! "Killing the strong is more fun than killing a king, and the brave Enma Drought is the most appreciative of this kind of opponent who kills the enemy with his life, not dodging or dodging, waving a knife with both hands, and winning the battle!

The staggered figures cut through the sea of fire, and in the sound of fire, Woe Lone walked one after the other, laboriously grabbing his lower body in order to stabilize himself and not let his upper body fall.

"The resilience of terror, the killing moves that are not weak, are you interested in joining us? I will intercede for you before God and give you a chance to atone for your sins. "The scrawny bone claws slashed through the edge of the Enma Aragami Slash, the knife that had just slashed a strong man. When the Aragami slashed blood and was wiped dry, the Enma Drought Fish stuck on the ground, touched the corners of his mouth, and had just been punched in the lower abdomen by Woe Lone Xing, and some of the internal organs were broken, but they would recover soon.

"Thank you, if you had only imprisoned me for one year, six months, and twenty-nine days, maybe I would have fallen, but I had just run out of that dragon's mouth, and I was now, I was now, I couldn't feel it, I couldn't feel it! My woman...... So, you have to die! That god of yours, I will also make him understand my current feelings. "Two lines of blood and tears flowed into the mouth, I can't tell what it tasted like, and if I were to give it the most appropriate analogy, it would be: on a rainy night in winter, it fell into the water.

Woe walked alone, his evil spirit faded, and his heart became cold.