Seeing Zhang Yi's performance, Dongfang Shangqin smiled and said, "What's the hurry, there are still six styles that you haven't seen, you don't want to learn them all?"

Dongfang Shangqin's words were full of provocative meaning, but the effect was surprisingly good. Sure enough, Zhang Yi's saliva was about to flow out when he heard this, with an expression that as long as you teach me, I am willing to do anything.

Dongfang Shangqin looked at it with a chill, thinking to himself what this kid was thinking about all day. He was really afraid that Zhang Yi would make any sacrifices, so he hurriedly said to Zhang Yi lightly: "Quickly put away your *expression, I will show you all the seven styles of devouring demons now, you have to watch carefully, I can only demonstrate it once, and then I will teach you how to master every move and every style." ”

After speaking, Dongfang Shangqin turned to face Zhang Yi sideways, and wisps of blood-red flames danced on the illusory Demon Devouring Blood Sword again. Dongfang Shangqin's expression was serious, he raised the magic sword with both hands, and shouted: "First style, the magic sword power slashes the flames and divides the waves!"

Although it was the second time he saw this trick, Zhang Yi was still amazed by its power. I thought in my heart that if I learned this trick, I would have a lot of style.

Before the power of the first type was exhausted, Dongfang Shangqin shouted again: "The second type, the magic sword swept the fire and burned the plain!" The magic sword in his hand waved horizontally, and the scarlet flames were like surging waves, starting from Dongfang Shangqin, and spread outward in a fan-shaped frenzy, covering the range of two hundred meters in front of him in an instant. The red flames rose more than two meters high. Zhang Yi was dozens of meters away from the place where the flames were burning, and he felt that he was about to be roasted, so he had to retreat again and again to avoid the heat.

At the same time as Zhang Yi retreated, Dongfang Shangqin shouted again: "The third type, the magic sword is angrily stabbed and burned for thousands of miles!"

Dongfang Shangqin's body rotated around with the power of the magic sword's sweep, and the magic sword in his hand suddenly stabbed out. A pillar of fire with a diameter of three meters pierced through the flames of the fire fire like a roaring fire dragon, and the flames of the fire fire were also driven forward together. The increased pillar of fire was even more intense, and it only disappeared after a kilometer, leaving behind a fiery red road five meters wide and a kilometer long that looked like it was paved with magma. Zhang Yi was already stunned at this time, and he couldn't believe that it was artificial. Looking at the magma path that was like leading to hell, Zhang Yi didn't dare to imagine what it would be like if a person was attacked head-on, maybe even the ashes would not be left.

When Zhang Yi was still sinking into the power of burning thousands of miles, Dongfang Shangqin roared again: "Fourth type, the magic sword ascends to the dragon and scorches the sky." ”

The Demon Sword that had just been stabbed out was flung backwards clockwise by Dongfang Shangqin, and the Demon Devouring Blood Sword, which had a total length of one meter six, drew a huge circle on the right side of Dongfang Shangqin. When the tip of the magic sword touched the ground, Dongfang Shangqin's left hand held the hilt of the sword again, and his waist suddenly exerted force, as if he was playing golf, but the light club turned into a giant sword weighing more than 200 catties. The magic sword made a deep sword mark on the ground and then stopped at the position of Dongfang Shangqin's head, and the flames on the sword body were still burning violently, but after this fourth form was used, it had no effect. Just when Zhang Yi suspected that Dongfang Shangqin had released a squib, the ground suddenly shook violently, and then Zhang Yi quickly retreated as if he was in some mortal danger. Because Zhang Yi saw that on the magma-paved road before, it was like a volcanic eruption, spewing out a wall of fire tens of meters high from the ground. The reason why Zhang Yi retreated violently was because he could feel that as long as he was within 100 meters of the wall of fire that seemed to be able to separate heaven and earth, he would inevitably be melted by the high temperature emitted by the wall of fire. Zhang Yi was shocked into a cold sweat at this moment, if he hadn't discovered the danger earlier, he really didn't know what the consequences would have been waiting for him. Looking at the kilometer-long wall of fire again, Zhang Yi was a little skeptical, if this wall of fire was really burning in the sky, maybe it would really burn the sky like its name.

At this time, the fifth form of Shangqin in the East has arrived.

"Fifth type, the magic sword rings around the dragons!"

Dongfang Shangqin still held the sword with both hands, and the magic sword was placed on the right side at the level of his chest. Centered on his left foot, he spun counterclockwise, and with his rotation, the sound of a dragon's groan could be heard in the spectacular wall of fire. Just when Zhang Yi was surprised how there could be a dragon roaring in the wall of fire. The next moment he knew the answer, and as the roar grew denser, a dragon of flames emerged from the wall of fire. Each fire dragon was three or four hundred meters long and five meters thick, and after breaking out of the wall of fire, it came to Dongfang Shangqin and wandered around. As there were more and more fire dragons around Dongfang Shangqin, the fire wall became weaker and weaker, and by the time the fire wall completely disappeared, Dongfang Shangqin had gathered more than 50 fire dragons around him. Dongfang Shangqin stood surrounded by dragons like a fire dragon monarch, Zhang Yi was already stunned when he stood there, and Nan Nan said: "It's too windy!"

Zhang Yi didn't dare to imagine that in this state, who could resist the attack of the Blood Sword Fighting Demon, he was too strong, this was Zhang Yi's only thought.

Dongfang Shangqin, who was surrounded by dragons, suddenly said to Zhang Yi: "The apprentice will let you see the last two moves of the teacher, this is the basis for the teacher to be one enemy and three in the past." Demon Devouring Sixth Form, Demon Sword Transformation Domain Prison is boundless!"

As soon as the words fell, Dongfang Shangqin held the sword in his right hand and pointed straight to the sky, and the fire dragons roared in unison as if they had received some order, and for a while the sound of the dragon's groan was deafening, as if even the sky was trembling.

Seeing such a magnificent scene, Zhang Yi couldn't help but blurt out a sentence: "Ask the sky, the sky is shocked, who will compete!"

Perhaps only this sentence can describe Zhang Yi's current feelings.

With the sound of the dragon's groan, 50 fire dragons flew to various places around Shangqin in the east. Then one by one hit the ground, each time a dragon fell on the ground, the ground seemed to be blown by the breeze on the surface of the water, undulating and flowing, the more the fire dragon fell, the greater the undulating amplitude of the ground, and the wider the range. When the last fiery red disappeared, it seemed that enough energy had finally accumulated under the ground. The breeze suddenly turned into a howling wind, and the water that was originally only slightly undulating became like a monstrous wave swept up by the wind, but this huge wave was not blue water, but fiery red magma with hundreds of degrees of heat.

At this moment, within a diameter of more than 3,000 meters centered on Shangqin in the East, sometimes magma is surging, sometimes the pillar of fire is soaring into the sky, and the ground is full of flowing magma, as if it is purgatory on earth. This is the domain of the Blood Sword Fighting Demon, and it is the stage where he fights.

"Is this the sword domain of the sixth type of demon devouring demon sword that the master said? where is this sword domain, it is clearly purgatory!"

Zhang Yi couldn't describe his feelings, from the beginning of seeing the first type of Yan Fen Lang, Zhang Yi was absolutely Dongfang Shangqin's fighting skills were amazing, but later it became more and more powerful, and Zhang Yi couldn't describe him as amazing. Although Zhang Yi had never seen other fighting gods use their fighting skills with all their might, he knew that almost no one could use such an amazing fighting technique as Dongfang Shangqin in a row. One move after another, each move will be enhanced by the previous fighting skills, and each move is seamlessly connected. Looking at the ground that had been ravaged by Dongfang Shangqin and could not become Zhang Yi, the corners of Zhang Yi's mouth twitched.

"Is this really a fighting skill?"

Zhang Yi was not sure about this question in his heart, he felt that the so-called Demon Devouring Seven Styles had gone beyond the scope of fighting skills, and it was better to say that it was a fighting skill than to say that he was a heavenly power, a god's wrath! Maybe only when the gods were angry would there be such a scene of destroying the heavens and the earth.

The first six forms have already reached the level of Tianwei, so what will the seventh form be? Zhang Yi looked at Dongfang Shangqin in purgatory intently, staring at him expectantly without even blinking. He didn't want to miss the final move of the Blood Sword Demon Fight, the seventh form of the Demon Devouring Form, because of the blink ......of an eye!

(Are you also looking forward to the final move of the Blood Sword Fight?) If you are looking forward to it, give a recommendation, and you will not be disappointed by strolling...... ）