"Du Feng, suffer death!"

Zhan Batian roared angrily and launched his ultimate move again, holding a scythe like a god of death. The surrounding demonic qi was attracted and moved closer to his body. A tall phantus loomed behind him, cloaked and holding a scythe, which turned out to be a projection of death.

A move of death is used, and the fierce light of the war tyrant is almost a lore. The scythe sweep covers a wide area, even if Du Feng has a broken star step, it is unavoidable. Because the area of this canyon is all covered by the scythe of death.

The scythe projected by the god of death and the scythe of the battle overlord attacked at the same time, and Du Feng's pressure suddenly doubled. His blood was boiling, and the hair on his head stood on end. In an instant, the demonic qi erupted, seeping out of the white porcelain bone armor. On the hands and forearms, a black protective layer is formed.

The surrounding demonic qi was pulled again, and it began to drill into Du Feng's body. As a result, there were two whirlpools in the valley, all of which were desperately trying to absorb the surrounding demonic energy. Zhan Batian's demonic qi was all inhaled into the depths of the dantian, while Du Feng's demonic qi was inhaled into his hands.

The two vortices robbed each other of the demonic energy, causing negative pressure to form in the valley. The demonic energy outside kept trying to replenish here, and the two whirlpools continued to rotate into two tornadoes.

"Broken!"

Du Feng's dragon sword automatically changed into a partial sword, and at the same time, a sword slashed out.

This sword slashed out, and instead of the previous dragon roar, the tiger roared but let out bursts of wails. Hearing this wail, Zhan Batian's face couldn't help but change.

How is it possible, how can he be the exercises of our underworld. Only the advanced techniques of the underworld will produce the wail of death when activated. It's like a parade of ghosts, and the scene is quite terrifying.

That's right, Du Feng used the exercises of the underworld, and it was also a high-grade sword duel in the Heavenly Immortal Realm, but he changed it to a sword technique. There was also a projection of the Grim Reaper behind him, but the weapon held by this Grim Reaper was a two-handed long-handled broadsword, which was not the same as Du Feng's weapon.

Hmph, you know you're an impostor.

Zhan Batian expressed disdain after seeing it, as we all know, the weapon of the god of death is a sickle, but the god of death projected by Du Feng is actually holding a long-handled broadsword, and it is an imposter at first glance, and it is estimated that the power of the exercises will not be too great.

As soon as I thought of this, the two Grim Reaper projections encountered. At the same time, the sword in Du Feng's hand also collided with the scythe of Zhan Batian.

"Poof!"

There was no imaginary collapse of the heavens, and no huge roar was heard. The two don't seem to be facing each other, but they are annihilating each other. It's like two clouds of ink meet, neither can dye the other black, but they are encroaching on each other's territory.

The scythe and the dragon sword were tightly pressed together, and the demonic energy was entwined but there was no spark. Du Feng could clearly feel that the Dragon Sword was being corroded. At the same time, Zhan Batian also felt that his scythe had been violated. If this continues, both of their weapons may be scrapped.

Interestingly, the two Grim Reaper projections also fought. You slash me, I'll slash you. There weren't many of each other, so they just greeted each other. After a while, the phantom will fade a little, which is a manifestation of the dissipation of energy.

"The surname is Du, you are doomed. ”

Both of them held weapons against each other, and neither of them could get a bargain. But Zhan Batian was full of confidence and said that Du Feng was doomed. His thoughts wandered, and a helper appeared next to him. It was a small yaksha, the same cultivation as him.

However, this little yaksha is not a monk of the underworld, but is condensed from the yin attribute energy of the underworld. From the little Rakshasa to the Rakshasa to the Great Rakshasa to the Little Yakshas, it grew up step by step.

Neither of them could spare their hands, and neither dared to withdraw their weapons at this time. Zhan Batian suddenly had an extra helper, and Du Feng was obviously going to suffer. The little yaksha waved the fork in his hand and pierced towards Du Feng's body. As long as he was stabbed, Du Feng's hands would not be able to exert force, and then he would be slashed to death by Zhan Batian's scythe.

"Looking for death, even you dare to hurt my brother Du. ”

Of course, Du Feng would not sit still, he instantly released the ghost servant necklace in the small world. When I ran away just now, I deliberately brought in the ghost servant, just to use it at this moment. As soon as the ghost servant appeared, he swung the ghost's big knife and knocked Yasha's fork open.

This kid is lively, Du Feng and Zhan Batian are fighting together. Xiao Hei and the six-headed hounds are also inseparable, and now the ghost servant and Yasha are fighting quite fiercely. Zhan Batian felt that he had enough means, but Du Feng was no less than him.

"Impossible, how is this possible, wait for me to summon ......"

Zhan Batian wanted to summon his group of great rakshasas to come over to help, and if the remaining hundreds of great rakshasas made a move, they would definitely be able to beat Du Feng to death.

No, he suddenly found himself too far away to control those great rakshasas. In other words, it is very likely that those great rakshasas have rioted at this moment, and they will no longer help the monks of the underworld.

He really guessed correctly, at this time, the group of great rakshasas were going crazy, whether it was an underworld monk or a demon cultivator, they all attacked. Because the monks of the underworld were relatively close, the first one suffered. On the contrary, the Demon Realm cultivators saw that things were not good, and reorganized the battle formation to defend.

As a result, after some fighting, the monks of the underworld were killed by the group of primordial rakshasas. Originally, they were almost alive, but the original Great Rakshasa launched too violently and even detonated the seed by itself. After the bombing, the scene became a mess.

The entire village was destroyed, and the demon cultivators hiding behind the shield array were also injured to varying degrees. There were more than 300 of them, and only 100 survived in the end. But on the side of the monks of the underworld, there is not a single one left who died. Even the ghosts that came with them were all blown up.

It was a tragic battle, but I have to say that in the end, it was the demon cultivators who won. The reason why they were able to win had to thank one person, that is, their newly met friend Du Feng.

"What about Brother Du, why hasn't he come back?"

The middle-aged demon cultivator was the first to reflect, and Du Feng lured Zhan Batian and the six-headed hounds away, which made those primordial great rakshasas go crazy. But he hasn't come back yet, will there be any accidents?

"No, I'm going to find him. ”

The round-faced female demon cultivator couldn't wait and wanted to find Du Feng. She roughly remembered the direction in which Du Feng ran, and she could always find it along the road.

"I'll go with you. ”

The middle-aged uncle didn't worry about her going alone, and with the strength of the round-faced female demon cultivator, it wouldn't help much, so he proposed to go together.

"I'll go too!"

"Let's go too, we're going to help Brother Du. ”

Everyone remembered Du Feng's goodness, and besides, the village had been destroyed anyway, so it was better to stop by to help him.