However, defeat is defeat, after all, the Thirteen Demon Thirteen is one of the pillars of the future of the sect, and he categorically does not allow it to fall here like this.

Listening to Lou Qiancicada's anxious recall, Demon Thirteen's expression was in a trance, and he grinned and revealed his blood-stained teeth.

"Master, please forgive the apprentice for being presumptuous!"

Demon Thirteen showed a resolute smile, then hooked the scimitar stuck in the ruins with both hands, and resolutely raised his middle finger towards Dou Jincheng, who was a hundred zhang away.

"Self-inflicted humiliation!"

The jealous little king sneered, his gray-brown arm moved, and the bones of the thunderbolt were intertwined.

"If you want to die, then it will be done to you. ”

As soon as the words fell, the gray-brown figure swept across the ground and pulled out a surging wave of qi.

Dou Jincheng's eyes flashed with red, and his hands stretched out during the bounce, slapping the air like a long whip, making a sharp whistling sound, and the piercing frequency made the scalp tingle.

Demon Thirteen's long hair danced wildly, supporting his body on one leg, and his hands tightly grasped the scimitar, in a posture of a desperate blow.

"Thirteen, you get back to Lao Tzu!"

Lou Qiancicada was surprisingly angry, the Demon Thirteen was his personal disciple who was trained by his own hands, and after hundreds of years of getting along day and night, he had already regarded it as his own parent, and seeing that he was desperate to the death, he was not far from insulting the dignity of the Demon Palace, and his heart was filled with a sourness.

"It's a pity! ”

On the side of the alien race, the powerhouses of the Night Spirit Clan and the Soul Eater Clan sighed, but it was only a sigh, as soon as they had the opportunity, they would definitely get rid of the future high-level combat power of the Holy Court.

"Yunxiao, did you just watch the Demon Thirteen die?"

Qu Jiangqiu, who was wiping the Ziyang Tiangang Knife, suddenly spoke, and a piercing cold light appeared in the corner of his eyes.

"The limit can only be broken between life and death, this is his calamity and his chance. Don't worry, he won't die!"

Di Yunxiao sat on the stone chair, his eyes locked on the jealous little monarch Dou Jincheng who was moving rapidly.

There is no doubt that this guy definitely has the combat power of an invincible emperor, and his speed is amazing, except for him and the emperor, he has never seen anyone who completely suppresses the Demon Thirteen at speed.

The sharp claw tips slashed across the neck of Demon Thirteen, and the dazzling blood-red shot out, and the naked eye could see the helplessness in the depths of Demon Thirteen's pupils.

He was already trying his best to identify the opponent's breath and movements, but even though he barely caught the trajectory of the opponent's shot, the movements of his body were far from keeping up.

This is the difference in physical body, the physique of these alien races is really unique compared to the human race, and in the same realm, unless it is a genius with a special bloodline, it will generally suffer.

Demon Thirteen's vision was red, and the scimitar in his right hand had just brushed the opponent's sleeve, and he could barely touch the cuff with a single blow.

Unwilling!

The originally powerful heart suddenly became weak due to the massive bleeding in the neck, and the thirteen were in a trance, as if they had seen the scene of their death.

A strange feeling came to his mind, and a mixture of unwillingness and despair hit his senses.

Just as his body leaned and he was about to kneel to the ground, Demon Thirteen's trance-like eyes regained clarity in an instant, and the tyrannical demonic qi rampaged through the meridians, forcing his hair to stand on end, like a mad demon.

Nope... Unwilling!

How can he die so simply, he is the Demon Thirteen, the great god of the Chonglou Demon Palace!

Even if he dies, he shouldn't be like a lost dog, he doesn't even have the strength to fight back, at the very least, he has to bite off a piece of meat from the other party's body!

The tyrannical black demonic qi gushed out from the limbs and hundreds of bones, and the momentum of the Demon Thirteen increased several times in this instant.

The lancet, which fell to the ground, was pulled by a mysterious force and flew into the palm of the Demon Thirteen.

""Magic Knife", a glimpse of the light!"

The sound of indifference mixed with thunder and anger exploded in his throat, and the blood gushing from Demon Thirteen's throat came to an abrupt end, and he ignored the stagnant atmosphere around him, and slashed directly at his side.

The brilliant light of the knife swept through everything, and even the space was frozen and torn apart by the blade.

A muffled snort came out, and the jealous little monarch who crossed his hands and wanted to break the neck of the demon thirteen suddenly changed his expression, looking at his severed right hand in disbelief.

How can it be?!

The fish on this chopping board can keep up with the speed of the attack?

Was it an accident or was it that the emperor of this Terran Demon Dao awakened at a critical moment, and he could already gain insight into his body?

After retreating more than ten zhang, Dou Jincheng took the broken right hand back again, and the fine flesh buds kept wriggling, wanting to continue the severed bone stubble.

"What's going on? Is this the power of the Origin Law of the Demon Dao, which is actually blocking the healing of my son's physical body. ”

Dou Jincheng's face was a little embarrassed, his brows were faintly furrowed, and his irrepressible anger rolled in his chest, looking at the eyes of the Demon Thirteen as if he were looking at a dead person.

"Dou Jincheng, the little cub of the Demon Dao is in the devil, get rid of him quickly, don't let him fall into the demon barrier completely, then he may evolve into a little monster who can't be killed." ”

Secretly, the fifth palm of the Seven Deadly Sins made Fei Tiangong Divine Mind transmit the sound, and he penetrated the current state of the Demon Thirteen at a glance.

Demon Thirteen is not a breakthrough in cultivation, but because he has become a demon, and now he is relying on this obsession to manipulate his physical body, and his every move is secretly in line with the way of heaven, and it is not surprising that he can peek through Dou Jincheng's movements.

"Demons? Very good, you have successfully aroused the interest of Ben Gongzi, then remove your other two legs!"

Dou Jincheng stomped on the ground with the soles of his feet, and his thick mana was fan-like and radiating.

One strange force after another swam through the lower half of his body, supporting the muscles of his legs, and the force of the knot almost tore the clothes on his body.

"Ten times madness!"

Bang!

Everyone could only barely hear a burst of air, and when they looked back, Dou Jincheng's figure had already appeared on the side of Demon Thirteen, and his gray-brown five fingers rotated and grabbed towards the door in front of him.

Die to Ben Gongzi!

Ten fingers pierced, sharp light burst out from the sharp nails, and death once again enveloped Demon Thirteen.

""Magic Knife, endless souls!"

Demon Thirteen suddenly raised his head, the pitch-black demon flame burned in his pupils, he spit out a word indifferently, and an ancient spell appeared on the two scimitars in his hands.

The knife was broken, the murderous aura was subtle, and the sonorous sounds in the smoke and dust sounded one after another.

I saw the fire around Demon Thirteen shooting wildly, and the impact of the collision of knives and fingertips overturned the surrounding sand and stones, and the sky was full of dust, making it difficult to see the scene in the depths of the battlefield.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them rushed all the way, stirring all the way, the pitch-black long knife and the gray fingers whipped as much as they could, and the crisp crackling sound exploded one after another in the smoke and dust, forming a violent battle circle.

The more he fought, the faster and weirder the movements of the Demon Thirteen became, and the jealous little monarch Dou Jincheng, the divine pattern sealed at the center of his eyebrows trembled, and a corrupt and chaotic force was forced out.

"Hey, this guy is so evil, he really forced Dou Jincheng to start running away?"

(End of chapter)