"Well, remember my babies?

The appearance of this demon king is very perverted, which makes people disgusted.

"Die!"

Zhongli stood upright, and a light swung out in mid-air, which turned out to be a sword, engraved with the sun, moon and stars, and powerful mana.

"Dangdang!" Three long needles directly held Zhongli's sword.

"I remember that there seemed to be another person at that time, why didn't he come with you today, I'm afraid I'm dead?"

This demon king continued to anger Zhongli, and the other person in his words was referring to the head of Wudang.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, my body is still quite strong!"

One person slowly flew behind Zhongli, and it was the head of Wudang.

"I didn't expect such a big variable today, don't interfere. ”

Zhongli motioned for him to retreat, it is true that with the current strength of the Holy Realm of the head of Wudang, he can't help at all, the demons here are all demon kings with the strength of the Zun Realm, and they rushed up, just to die.

The head of Wudang is not a brainless junior who doesn't know the severity, so he naturally understands and stands in the rear.

"Haha, why don't you dare to come and catch up with me?

The Demon King laughed out loud and laughed unbridledly.

"Hurry up!"

Kui Huang also seemed to be a little disgusted with this guy, and urged coldly.

"A moment is good, a moment is good. ”

The Demon King waved his hands up and down, and a pair of armor condensed by demonic energy covered his body.

"I'm the only one in the Demon Realm who can refine such a beautiful armor, isn't it very in line with my elegant temperament?"

The Demon King picked up a long needle, stuck out his tongue and licked it, staring at Zhongli with lustful eyes.

"There's still so much nonsense, bastard!"

Zhongli's body flickered, and he appeared directly beside his opponent, stabbing obliquely with a sword, and the sword body shot out a light, just like the brilliance of the sun, moon and stars, penetrating the body of the demon king.

"It's too slow!"

The voice of the demon king came from his ears, and all Zhongli penetrated was an afterimage made of demonic qi.

"Whoosh!" two long needles passed close to his body, and when he was in danger, Zhongli narrowly dodged the attack.

"Oops, there's growth, that's even more interesting!"

The Demon King stroked the remaining ten long needles floating in front of him, Zhongli looked serious, he knew that if the other party had twelve long needles just now, he would not be able to dodge at all.

Between masters, the basic test can detect the gap in strength, and Zhongli is still not the opponent of the other party.

"Don't look so ugly, let's keep playing!"

The Demon King grinned and snapped out his fingers, and the long needles shot at Zhongli one after another.

Zhongli raised his sword to block, the sound of jingle was endless, neutral but full of spirit, while the opponent gestured his fingers gracefully, as if he was watching a play directed by himself.

Jue Ling secretly pinched a handful of sweat for Zhongli, at this time the disciples of the Fox Emperor and Kunlun Xu were fighting bloodily, no one could help Zhongli, and he didn't have that ability, so he could only ask the Bodhisattva to help.

"Ahh

"I've had enough! I'm so disappointed!" the Demon King seems to be tired of it, ready to do it.

Zhonglu also took advantage of the gap and wiped the blood flowing out of his body on the sword body with his hand, this is the Taoist sword technique, the sword suddenly shines brightly, and a domineering masculinity exudes.

"Huh?" This not only surprised the opponent, but also alerted the opponent.

This breath once appeared, the man rescued Zhongli and the head of Wudang from under his hands, and almost killed himself with a sword, the power that ravaged his body was this sudden breath.

"You actually have his strength, he's obviously dead!" the Demon King no longer looked calm, and began to be impatient.

"This sword is the sword forged by the Emperor Zhenwu who knows that I want to kill you in my heart, and forges it for me with the help of the sun, moon and stars and his own domineering power, just to be able to kill you at this moment!"

"Hmph!" the Demon King calmed down, "I see, it's just a sword with his power, that's not enough evidence at all, he's gone, don't think about escaping this time!"

"Hehe, I told you that the emperor is no longer here?"

"What?"

Zhongli slammed on the blade of the sword, and suddenly the wind surged, and endless power began to gather on the sword, and the sword was more than two feet long.

Intuition told this demon king that this sword could not be touched, and the power above it was his nemesis, and if it was stained, it would be very painful.

"Why, you're scared this time? Then I'll go first. ”

Zhongli took the initiative to attack, and hurriedly controlled the long needle to shoot at Zhongli with his low hand, and at this time, the sword changed amazingly, and the long needle was directly bounced away by the sword before it reached the front of him.

The Demon King didn't dare to give Zhong Li a chance to get close, because this sword was too terrifying, so he had to keep dodging, and if he didn't do it well, the demon armor on his body was directly burned to nothing.

"Why, the rampant king of the demon race, who seems to be invincible, will only run away?"

This time it was Zhongli's turn to sneer and sneer.

The demon king's face was pale, very ugly, he didn't reply, he just ran away, he was really embarrassed.

Jue Ling, who was about to recite the mantra, saw that Zhongli's predecessor actually had the upper hand!

Zhongli's ridicule of his opponent is not to anger himself, but to provoke the opponent, destroy the opponent's state of mind, disrupt his actions, and find an opportunity to kill the opponent.

Because the opponent's speed is obviously much faster than Zhongli's, Zhongli's active attack naturally requires more strength, not to mention that when chasing, he must always be on guard against the attack of twelve long needles, and the advantage is only superficial and will not last long.

The distance between the two is getting bigger and bigger, and it is obvious that Zhongli has already consumed a lot of mana, but the other party is much more relaxed.

The length of the sword was getting shorter and shorter, and the Demon King gradually smiled, obviously his purpose had been achieved.

"Hehe, it seems that you are struggling to control this sword, why, after such a while, you have to rest?"

The Demon King stopped, and then laughed at Zhongli, who had already stopped, breathing a little heavily.

"Then it's my turn!"

The demon king waved his hands, the long needle was wrapped in demonic energy, broke out, the speed was even faster, the demon king reached out to hold the last long needle, the long needle suddenly grew, like a spear, and flew forward.

Zhongli still stood there, not dodging at all, the long needle arrived, Zhongli swung his sword and bounced it away, and the demonic qi sounded "Zizi" when it touched the sword, and it evaporated.

However, he blocked the eleven needles in front of him, but he couldn't avoid the last one, and the flaws in his chest were exposed, and the long needles pierced through his chest.

It was originally a demon king with a sinister face, but he suddenly panicked, and his expression changed in a moment, all because just when the long needle was about to penetrate Zhongli's chest, two identical figures appeared on Zhongli's left and right, one person and one arm controlled the demon king.

The hand of the demon king himself holding the long needle was also held by Zhongli to death.

"Now, can you still hide?"

At the last moment, the Demon King controlled the long needle to cut off his arm, and then he pulled out and broke all of Zhongli's two clones.

Zhongli pulled out the severed arm holding the long needle that pierced his chest, and with a single sword, it was cut into nothingness, and even the long needle was completely smashed, without the blessing of magic power, this long needle was vulnerable in front of this sword.

"You're so open-minded!"

The Demon King covered his severed arm and said fiercely, Zhongli did not respond, he was working hard to refine the magic power in his body.

"Destroy my weapons, and use your life to accompany me!"

The demon king tore off his severed arm hard, and a new arm was born like this, and I have to admire, the regeneration ability of the demon race is much stronger than that of other races, so the demon race is so difficult to deal with.

Zhongli slowly stretched out his fingers and pointed in the direction of the Demon King, who was stunned, "What do you mean?"

"Your pride will hurt you sooner or later, get up!"

With a "rise", the light around the demon king lit up, and it turned out to be a magic circle!

"When did you do that?" the Demon King obviously didn't notice that Zhongli had carved the magic circle.

"You think I know I can't catch up with you, but why am I so stupid?"

It turned out that when Zhongli was chasing his opponent, he deliberately controlled it within a certain range and direction, and secretly portrayed the magic circle, in order to let the opponent fall into the net after the righteousness.

"Wind Sword Formation!"

The wind was raging, sweeping the demon king, the demon king's body was uncontrollable, and dense lightsabers fell from the sky, hitting the demon king.

The light of the power explosion obscured everything in the circle, and everyone looked over, waiting for the sound to end, and what the result would be.

When the circle disappeared and everything was calm, people saw the demon king clearly, his body was cracked and broken in many places, but they could feel that he was not dead.

Zhongli secretly exclaimed, it stands to reason that his sword formation is all hit in the same realm, it is difficult for anyone to resist, even if he does not die, his body will turn into nothing, but this guy's eyes are still very spiritual.

"Your life is so hard!" Zhongli said, as he also refined the mana raging in his body.

"Hehe, you should feel honored that you have seen my truly noble art. ”

"Bang, bang!" The sound of cracking, I saw that the demon king's body began to crack, a hand suddenly stretched out from the skull, and then a figure came out of the tattered flesh.

"What?"

Zhongli was taken aback, this guy was like being reborn, and his physical body and magic power were obviously stronger than before!

Are the demons all such monsters? Not to mention, if you don't die, you can be reborn and become stronger, isn't it invincible?

But Zhongli remembered that in the past, when Emperor Zhenwu rescued him, he almost took his life with just one sword, if he hadn't dragged himself down with the head of Wudang, I am afraid that Emperor Zhenwu would catch up and completely destroy him.

So, this guy must have a weakness, and it's not as incomprehensible as he thinks.

"Ah...."The demon king closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "What an elegant art, among the demons, only I have it!"

"In my opinion, you're a freak. Zhongli hated the Demon King's narcissistic and arrogant demeanor.

"Shhhhh

"I need to teach you what it means to be elegant. As soon as he finished speaking, a monstrous anger frightened him.

The person who sent out this anger was Kui Huang, Kui Huang was a little fed up with this guy, if it wasn't for the person who personally promoted him, Kui Huang would have wanted to kill him a long time ago, in Kui Huang's opinion, Zhong Li was right, in the demon clan, this guy is also a freak.

"It looks like there's no time, alas!"

The Demon King stretched out his hands, and two long needles fell in his hands, controlling the other long needles and attacking Zhongli together.

This time, the Demon King who used his true power was so powerful that Zhongli couldn't resist it at all, and the long sword rays had gradually been consumed and turned back to their original size under the Demon King's violent attack.

Zhongli used the sword array again, but was crushed by the demon king, Zhongli will definitely be defeated!

After a few moments, Zhongli was unable to defend himself against the attack, and the sword was knocked away, and the scene that had been rubbed and tortured was repeated again.

Blood kept splashing out of Zhongli's body, spraying on the Demon King's body, and on his face, the Demon King kept licking the blood, even more excited.

"Zhongli!" the head of Wudang's eyes were red, he could no longer see his brother being tortured, and rushed forward.

"Don't!" Zhongli shouted, but it was too late.

The demon king grabbed the neck of the head of Wudang, and the gap in the realm was too big.

"Demon Explosion!" The black demonic qi gathered and exploded at the neck where the demon king grabbed the head of Wudang!

The body of the head of Wudang was blown to pieces, leaving only the broken head in the hands of the demon king.

The Demon King put it in his hand and tossed it upside down, with a look of regret, "It's a pity, there is no value in collecting." He threw it away and fell down.

"Bastard, I'll kill you!!! ah!!!"

Zhongli was furious and rushed forward without even thinking about it, but was kicked into the ground by his opponent.

Then eleven long needles nailed Zhongli to the ground, at the joints of his hands and feet, and in the middle, except for the head, because Zhongli had destroyed one earlier.

Long Wu saw all this clearly, and in addition to being shocked, Long Wu seemed to remember something, he only felt that the scene in front of him seemed to be familiar!

Suddenly, an object fell in front of Long Wu, it was the broken head of the head of Wudang, and a severed hand, the only remaining eye of the head was staring at Long Wu, and Long Wu was startled.

But then Long Wu seemed to find that he seemed to be holding something in his broken hand, Long Wu was curious, so he took it out, it was a bracelet, a red bracelet, the workmanship was not fine, and there was nothing surprising.

But Long Wu shed tears, which were not under Long Wu's control, and flowed quietly.

He knew the bracelet, he remembered, he remembered all the memories, not like the tearing pain before, but so calm, he found himself.

The eye of the head of Wudang also closed slowly, and a tear flowed out of the corner of his eye.

"Moqing !!"

Long Wu hugged the head of Wudang and cried, it turned out that this man who made a good hand of tea was called "Moqing"!