Mo Yicheng stood up, brandishing his sword and pointing at the Nightfall, his body full of murderous aura.

There are often wars in the Heavenly Desolate Realm, and the Demon Wing Clan is a fighting race, but it is very united externally, and the Demon Wing Clan has reached the point of life and death, and they have to fight to the death.

After Nightshade took a step, the Blood Lin Evil Spear unfurled, and the energy in his body began to run restrained.

"Die!" Demon Yicheng volleyed into the air and slashed at the Nightfall.

Night Death's body shook, and then rushed forward, and the Blood Lin Evil Spear cast the Reincarnation True Dragon Technique, stabbing at the Demon Yicheng's war knife.

At this time, Mo Yicheng's war knife changed its route, staggered the attack route of the Night Death Blood Lin Evil Spear, and slashed at the head of the Night Death, he planned to exchange injuries for injuries and fight for his life.

Seeing this scene, Ye Di smiled, exchanging injuries for his life? He was really not afraid of such a thing, his body continued to rush forward, and the blood lin evil spear still stabbed at Mo Yicheng's chest, and both of them adopted a direct and desperate battle method.

"My Demon Wing Clan is not afraid of death, lock!" Mo Yicheng, who roared in a low voice, appeared on the body of a net-like energy line, blocking all the surroundings, he just wanted to trap the night death, so that the night death could not dodge, so that the night death could not dodge, so he could only fight hard according to the current situation.

In fact, Nightshade had no intention of hiding, and his body and Mo Yicheng were quickly approaching, because of the negative impact of the Reincarnation True Dragon Technique, Mo Yicheng couldn't escape the current situation of being attacked.

Negatively affected by the Night Death Absolute Reincarnation True Dragon Technique, the Demon Soul Power burst out and slammed into all directions, keeping himself awake, maintaining the attack power of the battle knife and continuing to slash towards the Night Death.

Sting!

Mo Yicheng's protective armor was pierced by the Nightfall's Blood Lin Evil Spear, and the fluctuating energy carried by the Blood Lin Evil Spear directly destroyed the inside of Mo Yicheng's body.

"Die!" Demon Yicheng poured the energy of his whole body into the battle knife, and also slashed at the top of Nightfall's head. He wants to kill the Night Death, as for the clone, he doesn't care if it is destroyed, as long as this killing knife can kill the Night Death, even if it is a heavy injury.

At this time, Nightfall's left hand exuding golden glow reached out to the top of his head, and then he grabbed it back, pinched Mo Yicheng's war knife, and endured the full force of the knife before Mo Yicheng's body was destroyed.

Blocking Mo Yicheng's knife, Nightfall's right arm shook, and the Blood Lin Evil Spear pointed upwards, chopping Mo Yicheng's head into pieces, and then the Blood Lin Evil Spear waved and picked it up, leaving Mo Yicheng's storage ring, and threw Mo Yicheng's body back into the camp of the Demon Wing Clan.

"Demon Wing Clan's First Emperor Tribulation Cultivator, Mo Yicheng, died under the Night Death Spear of Heavenly Desolate City!" Lin Chuan shouted, and then engraved Mo Yicheng's name under the name of Demon Laughter Ting.

Taking a few steps back, the Night Dead threw Mo Yicheng's storage ring and weapon towards the Great Sect Elder, "I will continue to fight, please come to the Great Sect Elder for the matter of refining the seal!"

The elder of the great sect smiled and nodded, he was very happy, very satisfied, what is clean and neat? Night Death This is clean and neat, a collision, easy result is the opponent, and it is a lossless war.

"Let's fight next! With a swing of the Night Blood's spear, he declared war on the Demon Wing Clan again.

Gentleman's war, appointment war and engagement battle, there are also rules, at this time the night has just fought, you can fight or not, at this time it is the night death want to fight, want to give the Demon Wing Clan a heavy blow, extinguish the Demon Wing Clan's menacing arrogance.

"Demon Zhengyuan, come to fight you!" one person stood up in the team of the Demon Wing Clan again.

"Come on!" Night Death's body flashed, and he killed towards Demon Zhengyuan.

"Remember my words. Mo Zhantian reminded Mo Zhengyuan, what he meant was that if he couldn't do it, he would blow himself up, and he had to solve the night death, and he would not hesitate to use his life.

After watching the battle between Ye Yi Cheng and Mo Yicheng, Mo Zhengyuan knew that Ye Yicheng's left hand defense was strong, so he avoided the reason for Mo Yicheng's defeat, and directly fought violently, showing all his strength.

However, because of the speed of Nightfall, all of Demon Zhengyuan's attacks failed.

"You go to die!" Unable to attack the Nightshade, and seeing no hope of defeating the Nightshade, Demon Zhengyuan thought for a while, and turned his energy to the dantian, preparing to explode himself.

Noticing this, Nightshade naturally understood what was going on, and used his soul attack to slash towards the Demon Origin, and at the same time added the illusion impact. Since cultivating into a mutated Soul Slayer, Nightfall has performed it for the first time in a single battle.

Demon Zhengyuan's soul defense was to block the Soul Slayer, but the effect of the illusion penetrated deep into his soul, causing his soul to stop for a breath.

At such a critical moment, let alone a breath, an instant was enough for Night Death, and Night Death's Blood Lin Evil Spear carried a spiral penetrating power, directly penetrating the head of Demon Zhengyuan, shattering its Divine Sea.

In this case, the true qi energy in the Demon Zhengyuan Dantian could not explode without urging and triggering, and it would naturally dissipate.

With a swing of the Night Death Blood Lin Evil Spear, after collecting the storage ring of Demon Zhengyuan, he kicked the corpse of Demon Zhengyuan back to the camp of the Demon Wing Clan, "Lin Chuan engraved, this is the second, who will come the third!"

"The Demon Wing Clan's First Emperor Tribulation cultivator Demon Zheng originated at the beginning of the Nine Ages, and was killed by the Night Death at the Silent Sea Bridge. Lin Chuan sang his name and engraved it on the battle card. A network first * issued

The two masters of the Demon Wing Clan's One Emperor Tribulation died in battle, and they died without splashing a splash, not to mention not hurting the Night, and not to mention causing consumption to the Nightfall, let alone severely injuring the Nightfall.

The corner of Mo Zhantian's eyes jumped twice, and he naturally saw that Mo Zhengyuan wanted to explode, but was interrupted by the Nightfall.

"Aren't you going to fight? The third one is coming? I'm standing here in the night. The Nightshade Blood Flame shook and pointed diagonally at the ground as he looked at the Demon Wing Clan's camp.

"Very good, do you think you are invincible?" Mo Zhantian squinted at the night death, he wanted to slap the night death with a slap, but he knew that he didn't have this opportunity, as long as he did it, the big sect would definitely intervene, then the next thing would be a scuffle. He can go, but the people he brought will be left behind, and if he fights a gentleman's war, the purpose of suppressing the momentum of the hundred clans in the heavenly realm will be frustrated.

"Are you stupid, our Great Commander let you out, don't you dare?" Lin Chuan finished carving his name and shouted to the Demon Wing Clan.

"Come on, come on!" Mo Zhantian ordered again, and at the same time sent a soul transmission, so that the fighters would seize the opportunity to blow themselves up, and they must be injured to the night death, because if they don't solve the night death, they will lose this time, and it is the momentum of the Demon Wing Clan that will be destroyed, and he Mo Zhantian can't afford to lose this person.

The battle began again, and at this time, the night corpse couldn't tell that it was the King of Merit at all, a bloody spear was wielded, the members of the Demon Wing Clan kept falling, and Lin Chuan kept remembering his name.

In less than an hour, Nightshade had killed seven more Demon Wing Clan masters, and around his body, he had been stained red with blood, and his body was also covered with blood.

The blood of the Emperor Tribulation cultivator contained a lot of energy, and when a drop of condensed essence blood spreads out, it is a red stream flowing into the Sea of Annihilation.