Xiao Peng's eyes were firmly fixed on the movements of his demon opponent, and he now had to make full use of his advantages and use the powerful memory of his eyes to record his opponent's moves.

Not only can he improve his actual combat experience, but also let himself have a little more means against the enemy, not to mention him... Demons!

The phantom of the firesparrow is now illusory with only eyes and claws, and it swoops down in front of the demon opponent.

At this moment, his sword light fell.

The flaming finches' wings stood in front of him, withstanding the dark and cold terrifying sword light.

"This, Yuan Li incarnation? You, are you Ronggang Realm? ”

"Damn, it's actually yin against me."

The opponent of the demon clan thought that Xiao Peng's transformation of Yuan Force must have reached the Ronggang realm.

"Ignorant, let the blood explain it to you."

The firesparrow's wings slashed hard, and its neck was slightly raised back, and the light of the knife was blocked and scattered.

The man of the Demon Domain wanted to strike another knife to deal with the fire sparrow in front of him.

The knife swung into the air, and the firesparrow was already hitting his head in the chest.

The smell of burnt meat carries choking smoke, after all, the firebird is condensed by Xiao Peng of the Nayuan Realm, and its power is limited, and while it causes harm to him, it also loses the possibility of continuing to exist.

Xiao Peng didn't give him a chance to counterattack, and avoided his second knife in the flash.

"Die."

The long fist slammed directly into the front door, wrapped in the power of the flame and thunder, scorching and furious.

"Roar."

The person in the Demon Domain had no choice but to use his true body, his clothes were shattered, and hideous muscles appeared all over his body, and the sharp corners on his head gradually lengthened, and there was a special pattern floating on his body between his breaths.

Xiao Peng punched his front teeth, as if hitting a hard steel plate, and there was no movement at all.

"Hehe, a weak chicken is a weak chicken, I didn't expect that there is only such strength."

The power of this punch made the people of the Demon Domain feel that the Yuan power that Xiao Peng possessed was only at the level of the Na Yuan Realm.

"It's my turn, how are you going to die?"

Looking at the demon man who twisted his body and made a sound of "card card card" between his bones, Xiao Peng's expression remained unchanged.

He slid to his side with his right foot, drawing a longsword from behind his back.

"Thunder Cut"

The sword is out, and life and death are decided.

"Demonic Spirit"

The demon wantonly exploded his powerful strength, but he still underestimated the killing sword.

It is said that the sword is a killing soldier, and the killing is only in a sword.

The demon didn't think at all why Xiao Peng of the Nayuan Realm showed that it was not at all the strength that a monk in this realm should have.

Fast, so fast that he couldn't react, and the demonic aura exuded a sense of oppression. Xiao Peng didn't even look at it, put away his sword and turned around, and meditated on the edge of the battle platform with the two.

One moment ago, the demon was still in a vain attempt to find the field and torture Xiao Peng, and the next second he felt a chill spread from his neck.

Bloodshot appeared on his ugly neck, followed by a few droplets.

"Wow"

The head slipped off the platform, rolled to the side with a thud, and then fell heavily.

No one noticed that after Xiao Peng killed the demon, there was an extremely subtle gray air flow that was secretly absorbed by Xiao Peng.

The eyes were still full of disbelief, and the skull began to lose its vitality.

"The eight-star Nayuan Realm No. 800 battle platform is over."

The cold voice couldn't be heard from anywhere at all, and it fell on Xiao Peng's ears, causing him to frown slightly.

It's just a small realm, there are so many people, when will this end? How many more people do you have to fight to stop?

The battle of life and death, there is death and no life, and the monks at this moment have no time to take care of others, so they can only use their best to keep themselves alive.