Gold and black lights collided violently, and the roar became one.

In just four or five seconds, the number of times the Panda and Simonli collided violently with their blades alone was already too many to count.

You must know that under normal circumstances, their weapons will not meet, and even if there is a collision, it is generally unloaded, and it is almost impossible to collide violently.

The twin swords are not suitable for hard fights, and the spears are not suitable for hard knocks at short distances, and the main tricks of both sides are constantly dodging and parrying, looking for opportunities to deliver deadly attacks.

Weapons collide fiercely, collide and collide again, which can generally only be seen in anime works.

But even so, the weapons of the two sides will inevitably have a hard time, maybe once in ten encounters, maybe less.

Then, the roar seemed to be in unison.

Jafar watched the battle in shock, although the panda had said lightly before, "Go kill a demon king" or something, he thought that the dragon slayer was just joking, and he didn't take it seriously.

Now it seems, it seems...... It's not a joke.

As the strongest among the spectators, his strength is barely close to the level of the "Demon King". If he wants to fight Simonley, he asks himself, whether he can win or not, is certain, but it can last for a while.

Judging the strength of the dragon slayer, he estimated that the other party was stronger than himself, but it was not too strong. Maybe the other party is also stronger than Simunli, but the difference is at most between the first line.

And now, he was sure, he had just thought wrong.

Where the two sides were fighting, the golden light had gradually gained the upper hand.

From the beginning of the parity, even the black light was more violent, and after only four or five seconds, the golden light had saved the situation, and even ...... The gap was reopened.

Although it may only be a small difference of 51 percent to 49 percent, in the eyes of a master of their level, this little gap is an insurmountable barrier.

The world record for the 100-meter dash is 9.58 seconds, a reduction of 2 percent is 9.39 seconds, and no one who knows sports will think that the 0.19 second improvement is very simple and insignificant.

An improvement of 0.2 seconds from the peak level is something that most 100-meter athletes cannot do after training desperately all their lives.

Now, Simonley feels that way.

He felt that if he struck a little faster, or used his moves more accurately and reasonably, he could overwhelm his opponent and even kill him.

But he has never been able to improve himself, not even a little bit.

Upgrading in battle is easier said than done...... If it were easier to do, the bard wouldn't have blown such a story.

And on the other side of him, the panda's heart is not easy at all.

Although he has a slight advantage, his disadvantage is just as obvious.

Compared to the Demon King, his body is much less tolerant of pain. The Demon King can take many blows, as long as he protects the vital points, but he has to protect his whole body—in front of that huge spear, any part of his body can be considered a vital point.

So he has to be careful all the time, even more so than the other person.

This caused his energy to be drained quickly, like walking a tightrope in the air. But instead of worrying in his heart, his emotions became more and more high.

(Awesome!Awesome!)

Unconsciously, the corners of his mouth curled up and a smile appeared.

(This is exactly the battle I've been waiting for!)

Panda didn't fight with all his might, and it has been quite a few years.

Over the years, although he has often stepped into the battlefield of heaven and hell, he has never encountered the appearance of the demon king again.

The Demon Kings don't appear, and the strongest enemy he faces is nothing more than the level of the Ember Demon who broke through before - most of the time, the enemies he has to face are not even at this level.

Of course, the enemy at this level can't put any pressure on him, in Long Biao's words, "it's simply a live-action version of mowing the grass."

Is it enjoyable to fight without pressure?

The situation of others, Panda is not clear, but he himself is not at all pleasant.

The war between heaven and hell is continuous and never-ending. In such a war, if you can't find something that makes you happy, no one can hold on.

He was like this before, because he couldn't find any fun here, so he would only fight for a month or two at a time, and then return to the Western Continent World to rest and relax, to exercise, to teach his disciples, and to do tasks...... Or go do something boring.

For example, he once wandered around the kingdom of Thrace in a shabby robe, carrying only a drawing board and some paper. Whenever he went to a city, he painted people on the streets to make a living.

No one knew that the wandering painter was actually a peerless powerhouse.

He also participated in the choir organized by the Church of the God of Fortune, toured all over the South China Sea, and won the applause of many audiences for his neutral voice.

He also worked as a tax collector in the Kingdom of Elantz, going from village to village, battling wits with the perhaps illiterate but cunning village chiefs to collect the taxes according to the standard.

......

These are all his means of relaxing himself.

Through these one-by-one practices, he effectively relieved the pressure, allowing himself to stretch his mind and accumulate enough motivation to once again embark on the seemingly never-ending battlefield.

But in reality, the way he is most looking forward to decompressing is a-for-tat, evenly matched battle.

There are not many opponents who can match him, and among the traversers, there are at least ten or eight who can fight him, and even he often loses in internal battles.

However, that kind of battle did not make his blood boil.

Although the competition between the traversers is real and real, especially at the level of pandas, it is inevitable that people will be killed in battle, and it is also common for both sides to lose and lose. But such a battle, there is a level of intensity, but there is nothing more important.

Killing Intent.

For fighters, this emotion of hating their opponents and wanting to kill them is necessary – at least for pandas.

Without such feelings, he felt that the battle had little sense of reality and presence.

It's like a confrontation between traversers, even if they kill their opponents or are killed, everyone will not have the slightest resentment because of this.

This is not the fight he was looking forward to, this is not the fight that will be able to put pressure on him, this is not the fight that will be able to relieve his pressure!

The twin swords and spears collided again, the sharp tips of the spears skimming the panda's cheeks by a fraction of a second, narrowly missing his head in half.

This kind of pressure makes the panda feel that the hairs on his back are about to stand up, but it also makes him feel more and more excited and happy.

(That's what I'm looking forward to!)

(Fight with all your might, fight against the powerful evil, and do everything in your power to destroy it!)

The corners of the panda's mouth and the arc of the smile resurfaced again.

In the blink of an eye, another deadly attack struck, and he dodged it by a fraction of a second, and again by a margin.

But it was this little bit that allowed the panda not only to successfully dodge the attack, but also to seize the gap and stab Simonley in the arm with a sword.

Although it was only a small wound, the golden light stayed on the wound for a long time.

On the body of the Demon King, there are many dots of golden light, which look like many small embellishments.

But both sides of the battle, as well as the strong people in the spectators, knew what these golden rays of light meant—it meant that the Demon King could not expel the divine power from this wound, and it meant that these forces were constantly inflicting damage on him.

One or two of these wounds may not be a big deal, but what about one or twenty? One or two hundred?

There are too many ants, and they can bite elephants to death!

The Demon King roared angrily, and the black aura continued to spread from his body, intending to pollute the surrounding land and turn it into a "demon land" that would allow him to exert more than 100% of his power.

This is the ability that high-level demons have, pollute and demonize the land, and then in such a land, they can become stronger.

But at this moment, his methods did not work, because on the panda's body, a steady stream of golden light was flowing.

The golden light not only turned the ground under the panda's feet into a golden one, but it was even shining, and it was constantly purifying the black aura released by the Demon King.

The power of the divine and the power of the demons are naturally incompatible. When the two meet, they must cancel each other out.

As a result of the offset, the panda cannot transform the surrounding area into a sacred place, and the demon king cannot transform the surrounding area into a demon land, and the result is a draw.

Strictly speaking, it's not a draw.

Because, albeit slowly, the golden earth is indeed expanding little by little.

It's a humble process, maybe only the size of a fingernail in a second, but it's expanding anyway, and correspondingly, the black earth is shrinking.

Whether it's a panda or a demon king, you can feel this. Although they could not distinguish the energy to observe the growth and decline of gold and black on the ground, they could clearly feel that the divine power had a slight advantage, and this advantage was expanding little by little.

This made the Demon King more and more angry, he never thought that he would be suppressed by a mere mortal!

If the opponent is an angel, say, the one sitting in the Cliff of the Giant Tree, then he will not be angry - angels and demons are equal and-for-tat, and the leaders of the angels are completely equal to the leaders of the demons.

However, the opponent is just a mortal!

Just a mere mortal!

This made the Demon King very unpleasant.

He was both surprised by the strength of his opponent and annoyed that he could not defeat his opponent.

Especially this opponent, he still knows it.

It wasn't that long ago that they had fought each other. That time he took advantage and made the opponent very embarrassed. Although they couldn't tell the winner in the end, they both knew that if they kept fighting, he would win sooner or later.

The ending of that battle made the Demon King, known as the "Dark Horse", very unhappy - facing a mere mortal who was not able to win, this kind of thing can be said to be a shame for the Demon King!

It was also because of that battle that his status among the demon kings had dropped a lot, and in the past few years, more than one demon king had laughed at him because of this incident.

Therefore, when he saw the panda appear, he originally wanted to rush over and fight immediately and kill the panda on the spot.

However, he was burdened with an order, an order from the Fourteenth Demon King, an order that he could not disobey.

So he could only pretend not to see it, and forcibly suppressed the killing intent and fighting spirit in his heart.

The reason why Aaron was able to provoke him with one sentence was that the power of that sentence itself was naturally very powerful, but the Demon King himself originally had the idea of fighting to the death with the panda in his heart, which was also an important reason.

So, he rushed over and wanted to kill this mortal who had left a stain on himself.

But after the two sides fought, he was surprised to find that this mortal had become stronger again—stronger than the last time, stronger than expected, and even more ...... Stronger than the Demon King Simonli himself!

Why? Why has he been so much stronger in such a short period of time?

Simonley didn't understand.

In his impression, becoming stronger is a gradual process, and at his level, "becoming stronger" is often calculated in units of 100 years.

A powerful demon king, if it can become a little stronger in a hundred years, then it can already be regarded as a satisfactory progress.

However, it was only a short ...... How long? Not sure, it's short anyway—it's just such a short time, why has this mortal become stronger? and so much stronger?

This made Simonli's heart a little uneasy.

He knew the identity of the other party, the so-called "alien", the existence of an immortal body like angels and demons.

But he never knew that Inhumans could grow so fast!

If the Inhumans could continue to grow so fast, a hundred years from now, a thousand years from now...... With the help of these Inhumans, the disgusting, glowing creatures of Heaven may indeed be able to overcome them, and even fulfill their original vow to purify Hell.

How can that work!

Thinking of that possibility, Simonley couldn't help but get more and more annoyed. His shots grew heavier and faster, and the wind from the spear grew more and more violent, forming a black tornado around him.

(How strong I am!)

Simonley was a little intoxicated by the power of the moment, and couldn't help but smile contentedly.

Then, his smile froze.

There must be a good balance between power, speed and agility to really get the most out of it.

Because of his anger and impatience, Simonley upset his balance.

His strength increased, his speed increased, but his agility decreased.

Panda noticed his change at the first time, and then also seized the opportunity at the first time.

He didn't think about whether it could be a trap - if you were strong enough, the trap could be broken. Since ancient times, there have been many fools who set traps and were killed by a punch in the face.

Simonley may be such an idiot.

Of course, all these thoughts came to his mind one after another in the midst of a violent gasp when he stabbed his twin swords into the heart of the Demon King's eyebrows.

It was only at this time that he was finally able to relax his mind, integrate the chaotic and unstructured thoughts before, and think carefully and carefully.

Then he laughed.

Standing on the huge corpse of the Demon King, he smiled happily.

Laughing, he turned his head and looked in the direction of Aaron and Jafar.

"Come and give me a hand. "I'm a little tired and too lazy to walk." ”