The provocative words spread, and as long as Mo Wutian was in the Black Wind Forest, he should be able to hear it. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Innate demons are different from acquired demons.

People who fall into the devil's path the day after tomorrow are often because a single evil thought goes beyond the bottom line, leading to madness. And the innate demon is born from the source of all evil, and it itself contains all kinds of evil thoughts, and can control their own evil thoughts, rather than being controlled by evil thoughts.

At the beginning of man, nature is good. At the beginning of the devil, sex is evil.

The demons who are above evil thoughts and sins have the same fighting spirit as humans, have dignity, and have a variety of personalities. They will be impulsive, they will be happy and sad, they will be crazy.

Provocation, there was a quick response.

"There is a way in heaven that you don't take, and there is no way to break in hell. Knowing that my demon Wutian daimyo still dares to speak provocatively, it's really impatient. Do you think Mo Wutian can tolerate your provocation?"

"Ask for death, Mo Wutian will give you a ride!"

With a domineering and fierce voice, it roared from afar, startling away the birds and beasts along the way, and even some demon beasts were scared away.

The leaves above the woods flew up one after another, turning into a green whirlwind, and a figure came against the wind, quickly approaching, it was the famous Demon Wutian, a headache demon.

Mo Wutian has a strange appearance, half of his face is a handsome and beautiful man, and the other half of his face is a hideous grimace, with a blue face and fangs. His eyes were also different, his left eye was as calm as water, but his right eye was fierce.

He was wearing a flamboyant fancy dress, dark blue clothes embedded with a few pieces of armor metal, layers of shoulders raised to both sides, like the corners of the eaves, and a blood-red cloak flicked behind his back, as if dyed with human blood, and the blood-colored cloak moved with the wind, with the majesty of a hundred steps.

"Demon Heavenless!"

Mo Wutian rushed to the front and shouted, and the eight directions exploded, and the earth exploded, and the trees were broken, and the momentum was extraordinary.

"It's good to come, I'm really afraid you won't come. Don't talk nonsense, let's fight!" Fan Lang had a clear goal, did not hide his killing intent, and reached out and pulled out the dragon scale sword behind his back. This battle with Mo Wutian is just the right time to try out a few newly learned strong skills.

"Haha, when I saw you, you were the kind of stunned young man who came to kill the demon guard as soon as his head was hot, I like to kill people like you the most. Mo Wutian sneered, stretched out his hand and grabbed a handful, and a black vortex appeared in the void next to him, and he pulled out a sword with a skeleton carving from it.

"You don't even have the wheel of life and death, so you want to kill me? It's really beyond your strength! A fool like you has always had a short life!"

Mo Wutian looked at Fan Lang and sneered coldly, full of contempt.

"Just take what you just said as your last words. Who is a fool is determined by life and death, not just talking. Fan Lang poured a fivefold increase of power into the Dragon Scale Sword, and before the power could be vented, an unusual vision was triggered.

Fan Lang and his surroundings became blurred a little under the impact of power fluctuations, the cloud suit on his body was windless and automatic, and the sand and stones on the ground were bounced away in waves.

"Huh?"

Mo Wutian's face changed slightly, and he found that the Xuanzong in front of him had brought him a sense of danger, which only a master of the Xuanzun level would give him this feeling before.

Life and death confrontation, how can you think too much.

Six-star swordsmanship - sword rain!

Fan Lang made a new move, the sword body in his hand rotated, and a sword turned into thousands of phantoms, forming an umbrella shape, as gorgeous as a peacock opening the screen. The dragon scale sword swirled in a circle, stabbed hard at the sky, and pointed straight into the sky, and thousands of sword qi flew up, forming a dense sword rain, like raindrops pouring over Demon Wutian, the attack was dense and powerful.

Mo Wutian hurriedly danced the magic sword to resist the rain of swords, and the magic sword moves were subtle and powerful, resisting the rain of swords.

Swords intersected one after another, colliding with each other with a piercing crisp sound, sparks bursting and dodging, and each confrontation would release extremely powerful power.

Mo Wutian's figure flickered, and more than a dozen swords were connected in an instant, completely restraining his contempt.

"He doesn't have the breath of the wheel of life and death on his body, but he has the same combat power as Xuanzun, no wonder he dares to provoke me!"

Mo Wutian's heart sank, and he used a strong move in his hand to forcibly break the siege for himself.

Demon Swordsmanship: Demon Flow Chaos!

Mo Wutian's movements were fast, and he swung his sword again and again, and the sword light was swirling and outlining, forming a black sword qi, which resisted the sword rain in the sky.

This move is offensive in the middle of the defense, but it is not just about defense.

Mo Wutian swung his sword and charged, slashing out more sword qi that was curved like flowing water, and rushed in front of Fan Lang in the blink of an eye, wanting to start a hand-to-hand fight with him.

One inch is short, one inch is dangerous.

The closer the distance, the more lethal the move, and there is no room to dodge, the more dangerous it is.

Fan Lang was not afraid of close combat, and cast the Void Sword Step, circling at close range with Mo Wutian, the dragon scale sword in his hand flew up and down, and the dance did not leak.

One person and one demon fight swords in close quarters, the danger of killing is endless, and all kinds of ruthless moves emerge in endlessly, or chopping, or chopping, or stabbing, or teasing, or blocking, or grid, and the moves have a fatal threat.

Strength, perhaps, is given by the system.

And that true character of fighting heaven and earth is Fan Lang's own, and no one can give it. If you are afraid of war, you will have ten times the strength, and you will drink hatred under the sword of the enemy.

The sword and sword collided, showing the difference, Fan Lang's dragon scale sword was obviously superior, and he cut out the scars of Mo Wutian's sword. After a dozen more fights, this sword is estimated to be destroyed.

"His sword is a sword!"

Mo Wutian's eyes froze, and he hurriedly withdrew his sword and retreated, avoiding the destruction of the blade in his hand.

"Don't be in a hurry!"

Fan Lang sneered and pursued, forced away Mo Wutian with a sword, and grabbed the opponent's sword with his left hand, unexpectedly fearless of the opponent's sword.

Mo Wutian took advantage of the situation and simply swung his sword and slashed at Fan Lang's hand.

Clang!

The magic sword slashed at Fan Lang's hand, but it did not cut off his hand, but was stopped by a layer of strength covering the palm of his hand, which greatly reduced the damage of this sword, and only broke the epidermis.

The tyrant also played a role at this moment, relying on the hardness of gold and iron, he withstood the blade of the sword.

This is the benefit of the overlord, the clever use of the overlord, the attack can be used as a weapon, and the defense can be used as a defensive tool.

Fan Lang grabbed the enemy's weapon with his bare hands, naturally he had a good intention, he poured the surging Xuan Li into his left hand, and the palm of his hand suddenly clenched, and the violent grip force that closed up and down was like the top of Mount Tai.

Break the white blade empty-handed!

Click!

With a crisp sound, the already injured magic sword shattered and turned into large and small metal fragments.

Fan Lang actually destroyed the enemy's weapon empty-handed!

Mo Wutian watched his sword shatter, and his eyes instantly widened and he was taken aback.

Crushing the magic sword with your bare hands?

Is this a joke?

Who the hell is the demon?