The smoke of gunpowder was filled, and the giant shadow holding the double axe walked out slowly, and a violent aura came to his face.

The burly giant shadow, with a bull head and a human body, with huge and sharp pitch-black horns on both sides of the skull, like a magic eye the size of a copper bell, with bursts of ghostly light, looked contemptuously at Carmen who collapsed in the ruins not far away.

His muscles were surging, and his arms wielded the battle axe larger than the table at will, with a burst of sound of breaking the air, and the bull's hooves full of explosive muscles could cause shattered hoof prints to appear on the solid ground with each step.

He snorted dissatisfiedly in a slightly boring nasal voice: "It's really boring, that guy from the Pope actually asked Uncle Ben to clean up these garbage, and he can't even withstand two tricks, mortals are really weak." ”

Although his mouth was boring, the kung fu in his hand was not idle at all, and he threw his right hand, flicked his five fingers, and turned the huge battle axe, like a storm of blades, and immediately threw it towards the bloody Carmen not far away.

The swirling sword wind, containing a strong wind element, like a blue comet, with a sharpness that seemed to be able to chop all souls, rapidly expanded in Carmen's pupils.

At this time, Carmen's limbs had been shattered in the previous battle, and he couldn't move for half a minute when he saw the axe shadow sweeping at great speed, and then his eyes slowly closed slightly, and he sighed calmly.

"I'm sorry president, but the old man really tried his best. ”

And just as Carmen was about to close her eyes, she seemed to catch a glimpse of a dark figure suddenly appearing in front of her.

Poop!

The sound of heavy metal clashing echoed through the ruins of the adventure hall in circles, and the huge tomahawk flew upside down towards the side that threw it.

Carmen, covered in blood, slowly opened her tired old eyes, wanting to thank the benefactor who saved her life.

And when he looked up, the figure that was imprinted in his eyes made him give up the ability to think.

I saw this figure, dressed in a long cloth wrapped in pitch black, with dry bone wings lying across the sturdy back, opening and closing at will; his legs were like eagles, and his sharp hook claws made several sharp marks just by stepping on the ground; a silver-white light armor, one after another, covered the slender tail whip, like a silver snake; his right hand was held obliquely, and a dark red long sword was pointed diagonally at the ground, and the demon spring of the sword body flowed, bursts of black flames appeared.

The sturdy figure, the face turned around, and on the cold dark gray face, the eagle's eyebrows and blood pupils glanced at Carmen behind him with a little disdain.

The emotionless words fell from the slightly thin lips.

"Useless mortals, knowing that they can't beat him, still have to fight hard, don't you understand how to deal with him?"

Carmen was also bitter when he heard this, it was really not that he didn't want to, but that the gap between this light and Moon Shadow was too big, and in the face of crushing power, all the skills were ridiculous.

The Minotaur Demon Shadow looked at the sudden change, the bull's eyes narrowed slightly, and his thick right arm grabbed the battle axe that flew upside down, but he was unexpectedly recoiled by its huge recoil, and took his body back a few steps backwards.

His heart shook slightly, and a trace of red slipped from the tiger's mouth.

Shaking his slightly paralyzed palm, the Minotaur questioned with a gloomy face.

"You and I are both demons, why do you want to save the living?"

Hearing this, the Bone Wing Swordsman then turned his sharp eagle eyes, stared directly at the strong demon shadow in front of him, and echoed indifferently: "A guy like you, you dare to call yourself a demon clan? I'm afraid you have some misunderstanding about the demon clan." ”

Listening to the yin and yang weirdness of the Bone Wing Swordsman, the Minotaur Demon Shadow laughed angrily: "Hehe, hehehehe, interesting, you are very interesting!"

"Since you want to oppose me, then it's no wonder that Uncle Ben, a fellow blade, will die for me!"

The shadow of the ox screamed, shining brightly, like the king of the ox in the world. The coercion hit Carmen almost out of breath.

"He didn't use all his strength just now.." A deep sigh continued to sigh in Carmen's proud heart.

Feeling the terrifying aura in front of him, the face of the Bone Wing Swordsman did not fluctuate.

Immediately, he snorted disdainfully: "A warrior who has just entered the Radiant Rank, who do you want to scare with your coercion of being a strong outsider?"

The dark red long sword in his hand turned diagonally, slashing at the person who attacked the coercion, and the feeling of oppression that had suffocated Carmen before evaporated in an instant.

A dark red sword light rushed towards Niu Ying as fast as lightning with Fang Cai's false slash.

Seeing this, Niu Ying's thick arms crossed the tomahawk and slammed it forward with a loud roar.

The blades of the sword light and axe touched, and a deafening blasting sound followed.

At the place of the collision, a strong shadow shot out from the center surrounded by gunsmoke, and only stopped after smashing dozens of sturdy houses behind it one after another.

A moment later, the dust cleared, and the sturdy bull shadow struggled to get up from the ruins, the blade in his hand had already been shattered into fragments, and a deep sword wound on his chest was spurting dark red blood outward, and his breath was chaotic, looking extremely embarrassed.

"Hahahahaha ”

The cow shadow laughed loudly, the light was shining into the sky, and the terrible wound on his chest was rapidly healing, and after a while, only a black scar remained, and his body had already healed as before.

"Oh, he's recovering pretty quickly. The Bone Wing Swordsman looked at the golden shadow of the bull in the distance, and the indifferent face showed a smile of unknown meaning.

The golden bull shadow legs stabbed on the horse, his arms were staggered, and the bull's eyes like copper bells carried devouring killing intent, and roared: "9th Order Martial Technique: Demon King Descends!"

I saw that behind the cow shadow, a boundless demon shadow, with a strong evil aura, came from the void.

With the possession of the demon shadow, the originally burly and tall body instantly skyrocketed to the shape of a small mountain, the body that covered the sun, the muscles of the whole body soared, the huge hooves climbed, dodged and galloped, and the phantom behind him pressed towards the bone wing swordsman with a punch.

Above the fist wind, the space was shattered, unable to heal for a long time, under the shadow of the fist, the momentum was rising step by step, and a heart-breaking roar in the void exploded in the sky and earth with the peak of the fist wind.

"Heaven Sweeping Demon Fist!"

The power of this punch, from accumulation to hair, is only a moment.

Bang!

Rolling waves of energy swept and spread in the adventure hall, a radius of several meters, the earth collapsed, and houses shattered.

The sound of explosions is incessant, and the smog is like a volcanic eruption, which is shocking.

All the living people looked at the giant shadow of the bull demon the size of a mountain, and a thick despair spread from the depths of their souls.

However, everyone didn't know that the thick despair was not only spreading in their hearts, but the monstrous shadow that was placed on the despair makers, the despair in their hearts at this moment was no less than that of the living.

The posture of the fist shadow is still the same, like a comet hitting the ground, pressing on the ground, bringing a sense of shock to the living that cannot be shaken.

Because the shadow knew that if he moved, the next moment, he would inevitably be cut to pieces.

Under the shadow of the fist, two figures, one sitting and one standing.

The one who was sitting, covered in blood, and his originally tired eyes were wide at this time, and he wanted to bulge them out and re-examine everything that had just happened.

And the figure standing was raising his long sword at this time, against the huge fist shadow like a mountain, one large and one small were extremely discordant.

His face was flat, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he looked like a thin body, but at this time, he was as stable as an immovable Hades King.

The blood pupil narrowed slightly, looked at the huge bull's eye through the gap between the fingers of his fist, and said lightly: "This is you, the strongest punch?"