The Flying Demon Lord seemed to know that Ye Wushuang had killed the Zixia Dao people, so from the very beginning, it was like a raging storm, without giving Ye Wushuang the slightest respite, in the blink of an eye, he launched thousands of attacks on Ye Wushuang, each time he went all out, the Flying Demon Lord was a cultivator of the Heavenly God Realm, and attacked thousands of times in the blink of an eye, Ye Wushuang's throat was sweet, and he couldn't help it anymore, and directly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale.

"I can't drag it out!" Ye Wushuang said through gritted teeth.

"Are you ready? This grandson is a demon lord, his strength is strong, if I can burst out with all my strength, killing him is just a matter of waving my hand, but because of you, my cultivation has been greatly restricted, and I can use a divine soul attack, at most, to make him lose his mind for a moment. Mochizuki said with a solemn expression.

"Ready!"

Ye Wushuang said coldly.

Without the slightest hesitation, no matter what the price was, he had to kill the Flying Demon Lord, because if he wanted to leave, it was not that simple.

"Good!"

Mochizuki's body instantly crossed out of Ye Wushuang's body, and in the void, a mountain-sized divine insect suddenly appeared.

The moment he saw Mochizuki, the Flying Demon Lord lost his mind for a moment.

"Roar!"

At the moment when Mochizuki revealed his true body, the Flying Demon Lord lost his mind slightly, and an extremely terrifying sound wave sounded.

Mochizuki's voice was mixed with an extremely terrifying divine soul attack.

At the moment when the voice erupted, the Flying Demon Lord felt a tingling pain in his brain, and a look of pain appeared on his face.

"This is the moment!"

Mochizuki hurriedly reminded Ye Wushuang.

"Blood Escape!"

At this moment, Ye Wushuang directly cast the 'Blood Escape Technique', his body approached the Flying Demon Lord at an extremely terrifying speed, and the Dragon Suppression Battle Halberd in his hand stabbed at the Flying Demon Lord, directly aiming at the Flying Demon Lord's eyebrows.

Under the hopeful gaze of Ye Wushuang and Mochizuki, the Zhenlong War Halberd kept approaching the eyebrows of the Flying Demon Lord, wanting to kill the Flying Demon Lord, along with the Yuan Shen Halberd.

"Huh!"

"Ye Wushuang, you can't kill Benjun!"

"Before that, the information about you, Zixia Dao people have spent a great price, naturally they have figured out everything, if they want to kill me, it is simply a dream, in my Divine Soul Sea, but there is a Divine Soul Defense Artifact!"

At the moment when Ye Wushuang approached, he saw the Flying Demon Lord with a painful face, and suddenly opened his demon eyes, bloodthirsty, as if he was about to devour a person's soul.

His eyes were full of smiles that had succeeded in his scheme.

"Suppression!"

I saw that in the hands of the Flying Demon Lord, a black tower suddenly appeared, directly suppressed against the Zhenlong War Halberd in Ye Wu's hands, and in that black tower, a terrifying devouring power broke out in an instant, and the Zhenlong War Halberd was instantly suppressed by the Black Tower, and the Flying Demon Lord's hideous claws stabbed directly at Ye Wushuang's acupoint, intending to abolish Ye Wushuang's acupoint and make Ye Wushuang become a wasted person.

Seeing this scene, Ye Wushuang's face was full of horror and despair.

"Tut-tut!"

"It's a pity, after a few years, it will definitely be a god, it's a pity to be scrapped like this!"

In the tone of the Flying Demon Lord, there was a look of reluctance, but the sharp blade in his hand was rarely slowed down in the slightest, and his eyes were full of bloodthirst.

At the moment when the blade was about to stab Ye Wushuang, the horror and despair on Ye Wushuang's face also disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by a killing intent on his face.

"Zixia Daoist has calculated everything, but has he ever calculated that I, Ye Wushuang, have the ability to break the divine weapon empty-handed!"

Ye Wushuang's hand grabbed at the sharp blade.

"Click!"

The blade of the Flying Demon Lord was instantly broken by Ye Wushuang, and in Ye Wushuang's hand, the Flying Sword Xuan Immortal suddenly appeared, directly piercing the center of the Flying Demon Lord's eyebrows.

The body of the Flying Demon Lord was directly nailed into the void.

"No... No way!"

The Yuan Shen of the Flying Demon Lord was directly killed by Ye Wushuang and the Yuan Shen with a sword before he could get out of his body.

"Phew!"

In Ye Wushuang's hand, the Seven Rank Dan Fire appeared, directly turning the Flying Demon Lord's body into ashes in an instant.

The Blood Demon Divine Armor and the Space Ring were directly grasped by Ye Wushuang in his hands. As for the Blood Demon Divine Armor, Ye Wushuang didn't hesitate to put it on, because he didn't have time to refine it.

"Khooth!"

The moment Ye Wushuang just put on the Blood Demon Divine Armor, he saw a short blade stabbed on the Blood Demon Divine Armor.

"Hmm!"

The person who attacked the sneak attack looked stunned.

If you miss a hit, you will immediately explode.

But how could Ye Wushuang let the other party get his wish, and the flying sword was swung out like lightning, directly piercing the opponent's eyebrows.

The man's eyes widened, and his body fell limply from the sky.

"Huh!"

"Yes, there are people who have the bloodline of the Holy Dragon Clan, ordinary people really can't kill you!"

A faint voice sounded in the air, and I saw that the void suddenly cracked, and a figure slowly walked out of the void, wearing a gold-rimmed black dragon robe, stepping on the dragon boots of the East China Sea, invisibly, exuding the breath of crushing mountains, like the overlord of the world.

"Traitor!"

Seeing that figure, Ye Wushuang said in a cold voice.

"Whatever you want to call it, we have the same blood on our bodies, come with me to the Dragon God Palace as a guest, you can't escape." ”

Long Yin's eyes were full of calm, and he couldn't see the slightest anger.

"Don't think!"

Ye Wushuang's expression was extremely cold, and his voice was mixed with extreme anger.

Holding the Zhenlong War Halberd with both hands, his eyes locked on Long Yin, sharp as a knife.

"Why bother?"

Long Yin's eyes were full of disdain, shook his head, and flashed towards Ye Wushuang, Long Yin's hand stretched out, an arm covered with dragon scales, refracting a terrifying cold light.

At this moment, both Ye Wushuang and the Divine Insect Mochizuki lost the ability to move, and could only watch with reluctance and unwillingness as Long Yin's arm continued to approach Ye Wushuang.

But at the moment when Long Yin's arm approached Ye Wushuang's body, a shocking dragon groan instantly sounded in Ye Wushuang's body.

An extremely terrifying illusory holy dragon flew out of Ye Wushuang's body, and the cold, domineering, invisible, and breathtaking dragon eyes landed on Long Yin's body.

"Long Yin, do you remember this saint!"

The illusory Holy Dragon Phantom, spitting out words, and the voice was mixed with the power of destroying the heavens and the earth, and the void trembled.

"You are the Sky Devouring Dragon Saint!"

"Weren't you killed by the Battle Heaven God King?"

Long Yin's voice trembled at this moment.

As if seeing something incredible, Long Yin, a god, also lost his mind in an instant.

"Humph!"

"You traitor, if it weren't for you, how would Ben Sheng die!"

"Today, the remnant soul of this saint, kill you, a traitor, first, to avenge the children of the Holy Dragon clan who died. ”

Swallowing the Sky Dragon Saint, Sen Leng's dragon eyes fell on Long Yin's body.

(End of chapter)