The panda said "a little tired", it was really not a joke, he was really tired.

Although the time of this battle was not long, it was only a dozen seconds from beginning to end, but in these ten seconds, his consumption was too great.

The state of "full strength" cannot be maintained for a long time, even if the strongest person is no exception.

You don't see the demon king "dark horse" Simonli, only maintain this state for about ten seconds, and there is a flaw in the balance and unity of spirit and strength, and then the panda takes advantage of the void and sends a wave to the "hell furnace" to resurrect and recuperate.

As for the panda himself, the time to maintain this state is actually only two or three seconds longer than the other party.

Of course, if he had to continue fighting, he might be able to maintain this state for a while, but after the battle, I am afraid that he will collapse directly.

The strength of the strong is not only that they have great power, but also that they can output as much power as possible in the same time.

When the power is used up, of course there is no strength.

In fact, the strength is still a little easier to recover, and the more troublesome thing is the spirit. Combat is extremely draining, and it's not easy to be completely focused and have a stable balance of power, speed, and agility.

Ordinary people can't reach this grade because their strength is not strong enough. But for a strong person who has stepped into the level of 70 or even 80 or above, how to maintain this balanced and fierce fighting state for a longer time is a great knowledge.

Panda used to do some specialized training, and when he didn't open the Legend Panel, he spent several years working on his power control, and finally achieved a very impressive level.

He was able to stab with all his might, picking away the little snow from the petals, while the petals below didn't move.

He can cut off any piece of the fallen leaves in the sky with a single sword, without disturbing the trajectory of the other fallen leaves at all.

At the moment, he is taking on a new challenge – to put a drop of oil into a basin of water, and then use sheer speed to get the drop out before it spreads, and to bring as little excess water as possible.

The program is nearly 90 percent complete, and he can now skim the drop of oil accurately, but still carry a very small amount of water.

The next step is to increase the amount of oil poured in, and when the oil is completely diffused, then put it away without mixing it with water.

As for the bigger goals...... Panda hasn't thought of it for the time being, so I'll talk about it when I think of it.

Among the masters he knew, there was no other person besides him who did this kind of weird special training—the strong would rather learn magician meditation to reconcile their bodies and minds than waste time exercising the subtle control of strength.

Wouldn't it be better to have this time to increase your strength a little!

Panda had no intention of discussing which of the two was better, but at least he didn't regret his choice.

If it can make a difference, the time and energy will not be wasted.

His workouts were indeed effective, not only allowing him to maintain his "full strength" for a longer period of time, but also allowing his tired spirit to recover faster than others.

By the time Jafar rushed to the front in a golden light, he had been able to regain his footing and regain five or six points of energy.

With his current form, even if he plays another game against Simonley, who is in good form, he has a chance of winning by seven or eight points.

It's just that this time the fight lasted a little longer, but he still had the confidence to consume Simonley's "full strength" state to collapse, and then seize the flaw of the opponent's mental negligence to defeat the enemy in one fell swoop.

Jafar's level was a cut below him, and before he could see the problem clearly, the holy angel only sighed at the power of the dragon slayer.

"You just said, 'Kill a demon king, go and come,' I thought it was a joke. He said excitedly, "I can't believe that you actually killed Simonley in a short time!"

"It's just to kill him once, he can still be resurrected in the Hell's Crucible, and as long as he cultivates for a few more years, he will be able to recover again. Panda said in an understated tone, but the corners of his mouth were upturned to betray his happy mood.

"You can kill him now, and in a few years, the gap between him and you will only get bigger. Jafar shook his head and smiled more and more happily, "The next time we meet, maybe you don't have to fight for so long, you can kill him with a single sword!"

The panda couldn't help but smile: "Okay, then take your good words." Hopefully, the next time I meet him, I'll be as strong as you say. ”

As he spoke, Aaron walked over as well—or rather, was carried by a bug that looked like a giant cockroach.

"Do you want this corpse? If you don't, I'll take it away for study. He said.

The panda looked down, and after the death of the demon king, the corpse quickly turned into countless sparks and drifted away, but his mount, the huge and hideous black horse, left the corpse.

"Well, when did this horse die? I don't remember killing it. He couldn't help but ask.

Jafar and Aaron looked at each other and shook their heads.

They had just been paying attention to the battle between Panda and Simonli, who would care about a horse?

As a result, how the dark horse of the "Dark Horse Demon King" died has become an unsolved case.

...... In fact, there is no "unsolved case", it is nothing more than being in the close proximity of the battle between the two strong men, being injured by the aftermath of the battle, and dying.

On the battlefield, such deaths are common and not uncommon at all. It's just that this dark horse has a special identity, and its strength is relatively strong, and it actually died like this, which makes everyone a little surprised or emotional.

Jafar wasn't interested in the beast pony of course - if he were alive, he might have wanted to get it back and purify it, but since he was dead, it was pointless.

The panda was just as uninterested in it, and there was nothing on the horse that he cared about.

Besides, if Aaron could really find something good in it, couldn't he ask for it again?

Eventually, the horse became Aaron's trophy. Aaron summoned a large, swarthy, bizarre slime that looked like a puddle of asphalt and swallowed it.

Strange to say, the slime was only a third of the size of the horse at most, but it swallowed the whole horse in a daze, and even its body did not enlarge significantly.

Where did all this go?

Panda looked at the slime in wonder and wanted to study it, but Aaron had already put it away.

"Don't look at it. He said, "This is the super-large storage slime I studied, and despite its small size, it can actually hold something a thousand times its own volume in its belly." ”

"A thousandfold?!" Jafar exclaimed, "Wouldn't that be used to transport large quantities of war materials?"

"As long as you're not afraid of those war materials being contaminated by it, I can sell them to a few of you. ”

"Pollution?"

"Of course it will be polluted, I made this thing out of the corpse of a demon. Aaron replied, "Over the years, the most high-grade materials I have come into contact with are demon corpses. Of course, I will adapt to local conditions and use local materials. ”

Jafar looked disgusted, but couldn't help but ask, "Can't you use other materials?"

"Absolutely. Aaron smiled slightly, "You can also use the corpse of an angel, although I haven't done any special research, but it should be about the same." As long as you're willing to provide materials—"

"Absolutely not!" Jafar interrupted him with a yell.

So Aaron sighed slightly, looking a little regretful.

It can be seen that he really wants to study the corpse of the angel.

By the time they had been in this short exchange, the demon army had become a mess.

"Dark Horse" Simonley has 20 elite demon legions under his command, and this time he brought 10 of them with him. Originally, these ten legions, under his command, were acting as the backbone of the army, leading twice as many cannon fodder demons as themselves, to launch an extremely large formation to attack the defense line of the angels. But because of his death, the leaders of the ten legions had a split of opinion.

Some demon legion leaders felt that they should continue to carry out the previous battle plan and continue to storm the positions of the angels in order to win this war.

Some of the Demon Legion Commanders felt that they should turn their heads and attack the enemies who had humiliated the Demon King, drown them with a huge force, and comfort the Demon King with their blood.

There are also demon legion leaders who feel that the time has come, and this is the time for me to rise!

So someone shouted: "From now on, I am the new generation of 'dark horse' Simonli, and I will inherit the throne of the demon king!"

Because of the traditions of hell, the last one is in the majority, and even the first two have changed their attitudes after listening to the opinions of the last one.

Therefore, soon someone followed and roared: "I am the heir of the Demon King!"

"I am!"

"Nonsense! I am the commander of the First Army, I will not inherit, who is qualified to inherit!"

"When will our inheritance in hell be determined by rank? Is the First Legion Commander amazing?

In half a minute at most, most of the legion commanders were already in command of their respective legions, raising their knives at their colleagues.

Attack the Giant Tree Cliff and attack the Angel's defense?

Phew! That's not a big deal! The most important thing now is, of course, to fight for the throne of the Demon King!

The rules of the demons are - the sky and the earth are big, and their own interests are the greatest!

As a result, the originally orderly army of hell was suddenly in chaos, at least one-third of the position was in disarray, and even the people who attacked the angel position were gone—almost all the demons were busy killing each other, and a very few calmer ones also chose to retreat and withdraw from the battlefield.

Among the ten legion commanders, one of them finally kept his calm, he felt that it seemed not very reliable to kill a demon king throne by killing each other. Instead of wasting time and energy, it is better to leave with the army. If you can take the opportunity to gather a large army, then no matter who becomes the Demon King, or the Demon King returns from the hell furnace, anyway, the throne of "First Legion Leader" is indispensable.

Well, that's fine.

Under his command, a whole corps withdrew from the battle. Not only that, but some of the calmer demons who belonged to other legions also withdrew from the battle and joined this legion.

So the legion grew stronger and stronger, and it looked really majestic.

...... However, it was heading away from the Giant Tree Bluff.

On the other side of the battlefield, the Demon King "Bow of Discord" Lelagin, dressed in green and carrying a huge bow and arrows, was so angry that his hair stood on end.

He naturally also knew about the grievances between the dark horse Simonli and the dragon slayer Panda, and when he saw Panda appear, he notified Simonli as soon as possible, so that Simonli could calm down, focus on the overall situation, and don't be impulsive.

Simonley was also interested, and immediately replied, swearing that he would be calm and would never let go of the fight to fight Panda for a duel.

As a result, less than three minutes later, not only had the bastard himself rushed out and died under the sword of the dragon slayer, but even his legions had already become a mess and completely abandoned the attack.

On the huge front, there was a large vacuum!

He could see that the commanders of the angels were overjoyed to transfer the troops that had been used to resist the onslaught of the ten legions under the command of Simonley to other battlefields, and the precarious front was well stabilized.

As a result, the advantage he had spent so much effort on was now gone.

Not only are the advantages gone, but there are even some disadvantages.

The disadvantage is morale.

In this battle, the Hell Legion dispatched three demon kings, which can be described as a rare big formation. But now, one of the three demon kings was killed, and they were killed by reinforcements from a few foreign angel legions, and even died in a heads-up - the worst thing is that it only took more than ten seconds before and after they were killed!

When encountering this kind of thing, even a demon with high morale can't help but be depressed!

Lelajin frowned, staring at the panda in the distance, his left hand flashed, and the huge longbow on his back had already appeared in his hand.

At this time, he only needs to shoot his bow and arrows, and maybe he can shoot the troublesome bastard Inhuman with a single arrow......

But he hesitated, but still did not shoot an arrow.

Because he clearly felt that from the side of the giant tree cliff, there was a pair of eyes staring at the fourth level.

It was the commander-in-chief of the Giant Tree Cliff, the blazing angel "Flash of the Night" Suren.

This blazing angel is considered to be relatively strong among all the blazing angels, and in a one-on-one situation, Lelagin has no ordinary chance of winning.

This is also based on the premise that he is well prepared and the two sides are fighting normally.

If he now distracts himself from plotting against Panda, the Dragon Slayer, then he will inevitably reveal flaws. Su Lun will definitely grasp this flaw, and even if he can withstand it at that time, he will inevitably be in a hurry.

In the Giant Tree Cliff, in addition to the one blazing angel, there are still several divine angels. Plus this ...... that came If they were desperate to rush up, maybe the demon kings who fell here today would not be one, but two.

As for the rescue...... Hehe, he fell, I'm afraid that all the demon kings are happy to hear about it, how can there be rescue!

Eventually, Lelagin turned his gaze away from the panda and focused on directing the battle.

Anyway, with just a few people, it is impossible to break through the army to find trouble for themselves, and the most important thing now is to storm the giant tree cliff and cause as much damage as possible to the angel legion!