"Fifty swords", Ouyang Shaogong can't care about suppressing the power of death in his body, the current situation is to save his life first, otherwise everything will become empty talk, the battle with Po Haichuan is not so much a competition, but a battle of life and death, fifty iron swords turned into a long dragon, arranged together in a staggered and orderly manner, and at the last moment, he successfully blocked the sweeping swords, but there was still blood oozing out of the skin, soaking through the placket, a few strands of hair, swaying in the wind, as if revealing the thrilling moment just now.

The power of death lost the suppression of the golden fighting spirit, surging from the inside out, Ouyang Shaogong was still gritting his teeth and insisting, he couldn't be defeated, he didn't dare to lose, he was a person from the Bright Moon Continent, and Po Haichuan was a person from the Dark Moon Continent, if he was defeated at this moment, he didn't care, but it was likely to bring the Ouyang family to the cusp, he only brought the glory to the Ouyang family not long ago, he didn't want to let the Ouyang family fall into the pressure of public opinion just after an instant, and then fall into decay.

Po Haichuan obviously won't give up the opportunity in front of him, the sword was spinning, getting colder and colder, and suddenly turned into a shot, disturbing Ouyang Shaogong's stegosaurus for a moment, a lightning-like black fist, right in Ouyang Shaogong's chest, Ouyang Shaogong vomited blood and flew back, fell heavily to the ground, and Po Haichuan lifted the knife.

Ouyang Shaogong was not unable to dodge Po Haichuan's attack, but whenever Po Haichuan's attack was mixed with a trace of death power, it could echo the death power in his body and restrict his hands and feet, so Ouyang Shaogong showed a tendency that he couldn't dodge, so he had to take Po Haichuan's attack hard.

Ouyang Shaogong spit blood, almost all the internal organs in his body have been soaked by the power of death, and it has slowly shown a trend of decay, and his strength has begun to decrease, and the feeling of dizziness also makes it difficult for his strength to be fully exerted, but the severe pain of the corrosion of his internal organs makes him extremely sober, and he wants to faint, but he can't, he is the strongest Ouyang Shaogong, behind him, there is the Ouyang family.

The severe pain made Ouyang Shaogong sweat profusely, he simply threw away his shirt, revealing his strong body, several hideous wounds and blood rolled down, and there were dense black traces like spider webs on his body, as if countless cracks appeared in his body, shocking, the whole body showed a gray color, his skin began to lose its luster, and his body functions also degraded a lot, he could only force himself not to fall.

"Has the power of death eroded to this point? ”

Ouyang Shaogong completely let go of the confrontation with the power of death, and let the power of death occupy his body, he only wanted to do one thing, use the last power to maintain glory, such a trade-off, but let his momentum rise day by day.

The streamlined muscles burst out with the last energy, and Ouyang Shaogong's momentum increased a lot again, just like the tiger out of the cage and like the lone wolf in the last battle, which was awe-inspiring, and also made Po Haichuan feel a great threat.

Even if he falls, he will be like the brightest star across the sky, with the obsession with glory, with the persistence of dreams, he will move forward.

The sharp pain in his body and the blood rolling down his body seemed to have nothing to do with him, he did not flinch in the face of the dominant Po Haichuan, the power of death had almost spread to the skull, his hair had begun to fade from the tip of his hair, he let out a wild roar "Seventy Swords", he no longer cared if his body could still withstand the load brought by the Seventy Swords, he didn't care, what was he afraid of?

In the long hair flying, the iron sword roared, and after it was increased to seventy swords, Po Haichuan no longer had the slightest advantage, and it was completely equal, and everyone watching the battle cast a respectful gaze at Ouyang Shaogong, they were happy and their hearts were also painful, they saw the final choice of this powerful man.

"Eighty Swords", Ouyang Shaogong's body could barely bear such a load, there were faint cracks, and black blood was gurgling, dyeing him into an ink man, and he didn't care.

"Strengthen and accelerate, **strengthen" After two basic martial arts in a row, Ouyang Shaogong finally felt that the feeling of ** about to collapse improved, his speed reached the limit in an instant, he, one person, with a stegosaurus composed of eighty long swords, rushed towards Pohaichuan, and at this time, Pohaichuan was completely wrapped in a tragic aura.

Po Haichuan saw Ouyang Shaogong's obsession, "Take it as a memorial to you", he saw that Ouyang Shaogong had been completely eroded by the power of death at this time, and unless he could completely discharge the power of death, he would definitely die of physical failure.

Swinging the knife to greet him, with a muffled sound of "clang", his knife was aimed at the stegosaurus, and the surging spiritual power in his body poured into the knife, as if he was pushed by a big mountain, Po Haichuan was immediately knocked away by the stegosaurus, and part of the stegosaurus was also destroyed, but Ouyang Shaogong increased the number of swords regardless of the load, like a mad demon, the green tendons all over his body burst out, and blood sprayed, he wanted to completely defeat Po Haichuan, and he did not hesitate to fight for his life.

At this time, Ouyang Shaogong is more like a demon than Po Haichuan, an authentic demon clan, he looks like a crazy demon, and he is reckless.

Breaking Haichuan to withdraw his sword and return to defense, he understood that Ouyang Shaogong at this time was already at the end of the crossbow, and it was not worth fighting hard, and there was no need to fight hard. The whole person instantly raised his speed to the limit, fought with Ouyang Shaogong, and retreated while fighting, waiting for work.

Everyone understood that if this continued, Ouyang Shaogong would fall on the battlefield sooner or later, but Ouyang Shaogong's persistence greatly exceeded everyone's expectations, and every time everyone thought he was going to fall, he miraculously persevered.

The body, which was like a broken candle in the wind, did not fall down for a long time, but it was scarred but even more powerful, as if it was an immortal body, like an immortal god of war.

Seeing that Po Haichuan avoided fighting him head-on, Ouyang Shaogong understood Po Haichuan's sinister intentions, but he did not feel the slightest discomfort, since he chose to embark on this road, he had long put life and death aside, but he didn't expect that this day would come so quickly and let him fall from the highest place, but he only had one regret, he couldn't do it with a hundred swords.

"The knife is the courage of a hundred soldiers, holding the knife must have an indomitable momentum, although your knife is agile and changeable, but it has lost the dignity of the king, I still have the last ninety-nine swords, only one step away from the extreme of the sword, if you can take this move, it is my loss." ”

"Ninety-nine swords", the riot of energy on the field became even more frenzied, the blood in Ouyang Shaogong's body sprayed out without money, and the black traces had already turned into cracks, imprinted all over his body, as if they would crumble at any time.

At the critical moment of a showdown, Po Haichuan no longer hesitated, gave up the distracting thoughts in his heart, only Ouyang Shaogong's sword group remained in his eyes, the black fighting spirit completely submerged the blade, and the long sword flying in the sky came instantly, Po Haichuan blocked a hundred swords with a long knife, and blocked a hundred with one hundred, and the field stirred up smoke and dust, and there was no one again, only Jin Ge's intersecting body was permeated.

After a long time, the smoke and dust in the sky finally dissipated, and everyone looked at the scene in the field again, and the victory and defeat were divided, because only Ouyang Shaogong was standing on the field, and Po Haichuan had already lost his figure, as if he had never appeared.

Ouyang Shaogong killed the Demon Emperor Prince, this is still possible, it will inevitably cause chaos, and even the Demon Clan will take the initiative to start a war, breaking this long-term peace Maybe there are many people who have lost the ability to think.

However, the nine elders brought by Po Haichuan did not have the slightest look of panic, as if they didn't care about their little master at all, or they had absolute confidence in their little master, Ouyang Shaogong's attack could not fatally wound their little master.

"Look, there's someone in the sky. ”

Many people finally noticed that in the sky, Po Haichuan was like a dark king, staying in the sky, but behind him, there were two huge black wings, which were floating slightly, allowing him to stand firmly in the sky.

"The bloodline of the demon god turned out to be the bloodline of the demon god. ”

"The demons who have awakened the bloodline of the demon god are the beings who can face the dragon, and once they grow up, they will become the well-deserved king of the sky. ”

"I didn't expect that this Po Haichuan had awakened the bloodline of the demon god before he set foot in the heavenly level, and there was definitely a great chance to reach the supreme realm, no wonder the Demon Emperor would make an exception to make him the crown prince of the Demon Emperor, and the rise of the demon clan was already unstoppable. ”

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