The place where the two races of humans and demons are fighting, the innate area, at this time, the voices of people are boiling, and countless people gather here, but many warriors have red eyes, tears faintly in the corners of their eyes, and everyone has a sad mood on their faces.

And on the opposite side of the demon clan stood six young demon warriors, all of whom were full of aura, each of them was a half-step demon general-level existence, with a cold demeanor, full of arrogance, and an invincible domineering spirit in their eyes.

"This is the Battle Demon Clan, the Blood Demon Clan, the Sword Demon Clan, the Sword Demon Clan, the Phantom Demon Clan, the Succubus Demon Clan, and the Shadow Demon Clan, how is this possible? Unexpectedly, the Tianjiao of the Seven Holy Demon Clans was dispatched at one time, this is not a ten-year decisive battle period, what are they going to do? . General Liu saw the scene on the battlefield and said incredulously.

"There is something strange about this matter, only the innate area has this situation, it seems that it is for Xiaoyou, Xiaoyou will have to be careful for a while, if the enemy decisively withdraws, you are still young, and the human race needs genius." Marshal Zhang frowned and pondered.

"What does the marshal say? The human race needs geniuses, but the human race needs geniuses who are willing to throw their heads and spill their blood for our human race, and if a genius does not have the courage to face the world, then he is not worthy of being called a genius, let alone fighting for my human race. Mingzhe's eyes were full of fighting intent, with a sense of madness and determination.

The voice fell, and the person had already flown out, because at this moment, Tianjiao of the War Demon Clan killed a human warrior again, Mingzhe understood Marshal Zhang's thoughts, but for Mingzhe, it may be a better choice to keep a useful body in the future, but if Mingzhe sees his compatriots, those Terran warriors who are willing to throw their heads and spill human blood for the human race, die in front of him like this, Mingzhe can't do it.

He would rather be like a warrior, facing danger and death, unwilling to live reluctantly, some things cannot be done because of the overall situation, but Mingzhe only follows his heart, he is unwilling at this moment, so he fights.

The purple light, turning into countless characters, surrounded Mingzhe's body, drawing a brilliant color in the sky, and a high and angry cry resounded throughout the battlefield: "Fight." ”

"Terran boy, you dare to speak out in front of my war demon clan, you are really looking for death, remember my name, and the one who kills you is unmatched." I saw that the War Demon Clan, who had just killed a human warrior in the field, couldn't help but shout angrily when he heard Mingzhe's words.

Mingzhe's eyes suddenly turned red, revealing the taste of madness and bloodthirstiness, and a huge battle intent filled the entire battlefield, and all the onlookers felt this monstrous battle intent, and all of them changed color.

Jia Congrong felt this strong fighting intent, and the corners of his mouth twitched and said secretly: "If it weren't for Brother Ye to participate in the assessment of the Tianxia Academy, how could this pervert have the opportunity to play prestige." ”

Zhan Wushuang felt this fighting spirit, and said with no fear: "Isn't there a human race that can fight?" No wonder it's so rampant, just today your grandfather and I are happy, I will take good care of you and play more with you. ”

Mingzhe looked at the rampant Zhan Wushuang, with no expression on his face, and no words, with heaven and earth as paper, talent as ink, and worked hard to write, the wind suddenly rose under the pen, lightning and thunder, and the sky sounded with bursts of Confucian rhyme:

The sword dance in front of the camp is warm in the spring breeze, and the night moon is bright under the account.

Since it is too peaceful and there is no fight, where can the teenager run amok.

Two rows of wild grass, instantly formed, floating in the air, exuding a mysterious atmosphere, accompanied by bursts of Confucian rhyme, Mingzhe only felt that his body was full of endless battle intent, his blood was boiling, his feet stepped on the gossip, and he went directly to Zhan Wushuang.

"This is the sound of Confucian rhyme, under this sound, it can increase the combat power of the poet by three times, and it is tireless, if it can stimulate the sound of Confucian rhyme in wartime, it may even turn the tables against the wind." Jia Congrong said in disbelief.

"Yes! I didn't expect Ming Xiaoyou to be so talented that he could write poems that inspired the sound of Confucianism, and he really deserved to be a master who could kill the dream demon. General Liu also muttered.

On the side of the demon race, several leading elites of various races were not surprised when they heard the sound of Confucianism and Taoism, and some only had a strong curiosity and Yu Yueyu trying, as if they wanted to feel the power of the legendary Confucianism of the human race, and they were not worried about whether they could withstand it at all.

At this time, Mingzhe and Zhan Wushuang have been fighting together, and at this moment, the two seem to have abandoned all the gorgeous moves at the same time, and they are all fighting in the most primitive way, punching to the flesh, you punch, I punch, and the fight is not happy.

Mingzhe's fist style is wide open and closed, the fighting spirit is unparalleled, and no punch is swung, all with a thick demonic aura, full of might, and there is a natural feeling between one punch and one leg.

Zhan Wushuang is even more domineering at this moment, his fists and feet are fierce, every move is a killing move, full of power, and the fighting spirit is also extremely strong.

The two of them fought from the sky to the earth, and from the ground to the sky, and for a time it was difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser, and the entire innate area became a battlefield for the two people.

A group of veterans are excited at this moment, the grievances just now are swept away, they are not afraid of death, but they are afraid that after they die, no one can still defeat the demon clan Tianjiao, that feeling of no hope is what makes them the most desperate and uncomfortable, but at this moment, countless veterans are not desperate, who said that our human race is arrogant?

Seeing that the battle was unparalleled, the demons could not attack for a long time, and their previous arrogance was somewhat restrained.

Zhan Wushuang is also anxious, although he said that he looked down on the Terrans, but for the Terrans who can write the sound of Confucianism, he will not despise them, this has used eight layers of magic, the kid of the Terran on the other side is still not red and breathless, and there is no malaise in the absence of a move, and even vaguely there is a momentum of becoming more and more courageous, and he actually has a somewhat uncontrollable posture, so his fists popped out, and after a hard punch, he quickly withdrew from the battle circle with the power of the shock, and laughed: "Terran boy, I won't play with you, The next move will take your life. ”

Mingzhe heard Zhan Wushuang's words, closed his fists and stood up, calm, the battle just now was really happy, but this kind of hand-to-hand combat is not what he is good at, but this kind of hearty battle is really fascinating, seeing that Zhan Wushuang began to magnify his moves, Mingzhe also planned to get serious, the purple mang in his hand began to flicker, looking at Zhan Wushuang on the opposite side.

But seeing the battle unequaled, at this time he was holding a strange handprint in his hand, and he was muttering something in his mouth? As if summoning some great existence, at this moment, Zhan Wushuang suddenly shouted: "The war demon possesses the body, and fights in all directions." ”

Then I saw Zhan Wushuang, the originally explosive body suddenly skyrocketed, the green muscles all over the body burst out, the clothes on the body burst open, and the meridians agitated, like a dragon, a red hair flew up, and between the fists of both hands, a huge fist mark was instantly formed, and the black fist mark quickly came towards Mingzhe with his hands, under the black giant fist, Mingzhe's figure seemed so small.