Zhou Ye walked out of the huge flame explosion, although he looked very seriously injured, but the momentum on his body did not decrease but increased, he held his scimitar tightly in his hand, and the knife kept making a "buzzing" sound.

It was as if some kind of monster was roaring.

There was no slackness on my side, the four soul swords in his hand were raised and pointed at Zhou Ye, the demonic qi on the long sword rotated with purple thunder, and the sound of "squeaking" was also diffused in the air, and the sharp sound hit people's eardrums.

Many of the soldiers on both sides of us subconsciously covered their ears.

Zhou Ye walked out of the flames, the injuries on his body were recovering at an extremely fast speed, although some of his internal injuries did not recover so quickly, but at least the injuries on the surface of his body were no longer visible.

With such a strong attack, was it defused by him?

Zhou Ye's recovery speed is a bit weird this time, even if it is a holy demon, it shouldn't recover so quickly.

My demonic fire attack, the wound left behind will leave some corrosive demonic energy, even if the holy demon wants to expel the corrosive demonic energy, it is not an easy task, but he did not remove those corrosive demonic qi at all, but directly recovered the wound.

It's illogical.

There is a corrosive demonic energy, and it is impossible for the wound to heal.

I looked at Zhou Ye, and my brows furrowed.

The scimitar in Zhou Ye's hand also slowly raised it and pointed it at me and said, "I am not as good as you in terms of technique, or even as good as ordinary holy demons, but I am far stronger than other holy demons in the cultivation of demon body healing techniques." ”

"I have put all the time of the technique cultivation on the cultivation of the healing technique, unless you can kill me at once, I will recover indefinitely until I kill you."

"According to your strength, it is almost impossible for you to kill me, so I have foreseen the outcome of our battle, you will die under my sword."

As he spoke, the momentum around him rose a notch again.

Hearing Zhou Ye's words, the rebels immediately cheered, while our defenders seemed a little worried about me.

I smiled and said, "Unfortunately, I happened to foresee that you would die under my sword." ”

Saying that, I didn't hesitate here, and directly summoned the Mourning Bell, I must solve this Zhou Ye as soon as possible, otherwise the more trouble I get to the back, although the strength on his body has not improved, but the momentum has been continuously strengthened, if his momentum can continue to increase, then I may be crushed by him in terms of power.

Once the power is exaggerated, it is easy to be distracted in battle, and even some consciousness can't keep up, and the speed of technique performance will not be able to keep up, and at that time, my only technical advantage will be gone.

Thinking of this, I know a little about Zhou Ye's cultivation method, he is not good at technique cultivation, so he found other ways to restrain the technique, that is, the strong recovery power, and the momentum of the interference technique to exert his mind.

After figuring this out, I threw the Mourning Bell in my hand into the air.

"Buzz ......"

Several huge bells rang throughout the battlefield.

Seeing that I sacrificed the Soul Bell, the defenders boiled again, because this Soul Bell is the supreme treasure of the Demon Race, and it is the supreme representative of the Demon Race.

The rebels let out a cry of surprise.

The Zhou Family Demon Venerable and the Demon Extreme Yuan Snake had both seen my Soul Bell, but they only frowned, not much surprised.

At this time, Huang Ming was a little out of breath, and he said to the Zhou Family Demon Venerable: "Lord Demon Venerable, that kid has used the Soul Bell, Zhou Ye has no problem." ”

The Zhou Family Demon Venerable didn't speak.

When I was at Zhou's house, I tried the Mourning Bell, and I only recited half of the mantra, and they didn't know if I could summon the contents of the Mourning Bell.