"If you really can't do it, go to sea, Li Daoqing!" Yang Ziwu said.

Qinglian's eyes widened, what did he hear? Going to sea? Black Sea?

They're too bold, too.

The demon army immediately headed to the right, that is, to the east.

"Wait for the opportunity!" Yang Ziwu said a word, and he and Qinglian broke away from this side, and the two sides fought to the flesh.

He didn't expect that Qinglian was so strong as a demon plant, but Yang Ziwu was a little too consumed, and he released most of his breath and spiritual power just now at the Xingchen Sword.

Using the Hui Qi Yama King to be afraid and restore the Danyun Divine Pill to recover, but Qinglian did not completely block it, it was Heilian who blocked it for him, and the consumption was not so big.

Yang Ziwu fought, directly took out a wine jar, fought with Qinglian with one hand, and began to drink.

In Qinglian's opinion, Yang Ziwu is still sick, and he also said that he is sick, and if he fights the enemy with one hand, he will definitely be beaten, and Yang Ziwu even recognizes that he has to drink if he is beaten? It's not sick and it's nothing.

Yang Ziwuhe said that bamboo leaf wine, which is the leaves of the bamboo owner, has the effect of restoring breath and spiritual power, as well as a simple healing effect.

But it's not just a one-time return to peak condition, it's a little bit of recovery.

"Have you ever heard, drunken fist?" Yang Ziwu asked with a laugh.

Of course, Qinglian has heard that many Terran martial artists will get drunk with fists.

Yang Ziwu immediately brushed up his drunken fist, but Yang Ziwu didn't reply at all, he lied to Qinglian, just when Qinglian was ready to fight, Yang Ziwu went up and punched Wang Baquan.

The so-called Wang Baquan is not a unified fight.

And Yang Ziwu is really a little drunk, and the bamboo leaf wine is very strong, very strong.

Yang Ziwu stepped forward, staggering, upside down, he was really drunk.

is different from what Qinglian has encountered in the past, and has suffered a lot of losses.

When he found that Yang Ziwu didn't know it at all, the seven orifices of Qinglianqi's qi smoked, and he shouted, and the golden pill rose above his head, and the golden pill had already faintly turned into a lotus.

At this time, Yang Ziwu suddenly pulled out the Xingchen Sword, and under his feet, Qi Qi slowly outlined it.

Qinglian looked at this method in an endless stream, and the young man who didn't know how many hole cards there were, gave birth to a sense of powerlessness.

And at this moment, Yang Ziwu saw a black dot coming quickly, Yang Ziwu was just about to dodge, and he found that he still underestimated the speed of the black spot.

The black dot hit Yang Ziwu's body directly, and Yang Ziwu was shot out like a cannonball, and flew directly back to Zhangcao Mountain, where he was bound to the wall of Zhangcao Mountain.

At this time, Yang Ziwu saw the black spot, which was a man with a defeated face, big eyes, short black hair, and a big mouth looking at Yang Ziwu with a crazy face.

He took out Yang Ziwu's heart, which was still beating, beating vigorously in his hand.

No one understood what was going on, and no one knew this black-clothed young man, because even Qinglian was at a loss.

Qi Qi definitely rushed back as quickly as possible, and his huge body stepped on it.

The young man had an indifferent expression, "Poor Qi! Eight thousand miles away!"

Qiqi disappeared in an instant, and even his shadow was gone.

Yang Ziwu looked at this scene in horror.

And the young man pinched Yang Ziwu's neck and took Yang Ziwu to slowly rise into the air, "The first day of the human race? You deserve it, too."

On the ground, countless people had red eyes, as if they were about to eat this young man.

Wu Anjun has never been so embarrassed, at least not so embarrassed in front of the public, being choked by the neck and humiliated in public.

The blood on Yang Ziwu's forehead stayed and flowed into his eyes, so he closed one eye and looked up, and he couldn't see the young man.

"I'm the Demon King!" The boy yelled.

"Ahem, ahem!" Yang Ziwu coughed violently, and his empty chest kept spurting blood.

"Inside, Demon Lord, do I have any enmity with you?"

"You can also call it a demon king!"

"Oh, I see!"

"You're going to die, so say anything else!"

"Oh, thank you so much for this opportunity, is it because of you that it was dark just now?" Yang Ziwu asked.

"Of course, when the Demon Lord was born, it is normal to have a little heaven and earth intentions!" The Demon Lord is quite good at words.

"Are you the one who is resuscitating?" Yang Ziwu Dao.

"Resurrected demon!" The Demon Lord corrected.

"What demon?" Yang Ziwu continued to ask.

"You care about me?" The Demon Lord spoke.

The corners of Yang Ziwu's mouth were slightly hooked, "Between heaven and earth, there is a fixed number, this is what you believe, and you don't kill me, there is a reason for you!" Are you waiting for someone?"

"You're smart! But I'm not resuscitating!" The Demon Lord spoke.

"Oh, that's even more right, anyway, you're waiting for the vision of the colorful auspicious clouds, right?" Yang Ziwu said.

"You guessed it right!" The corners of the Demon Lord's mouth were also slightly hooked.

"I'm done!" Yang Ziwu said.

"Then die!" The Demon Lord spoke softly.

But at this moment, Yang Ziwu's eyes suddenly became smart, "Death? The life of heaven and earth, what a big card!"

"Kaishan!" Yang Ziwu shouted.

The Spring and Autumn Sword behind him was unsheathed, and the two of them seemed to be in an illusion, surrounded by mountains, and Yang Ziwu in the hands of the Demon Lord did not know when it had disappeared.

The Spring and Autumn Sword held by Yang Ziwu buzzed constantly, looking at Tianmen Mountain with a feeling, opening a sword!

Yang Ziwu gently dropped the sword in his hand, the entire illusion was chopped, the mountain peak was split from the middle, and the demon lord was in the middle of the mountain.

After a sword, Yang Ziwu directly lost consciousness, and in the remote mountain range, a mountain suddenly turned into two halves without warning.

Yang Ziwu and the Demon Lord fell from the sky in unison.

And a person appeared behind Yang Ziwu and caught Yang Ziwu steadily.

That person is naked, a strong man with tendons and flesh, and a national character face with thick eyebrows! looked honest, and when he laughed, the two rows of big white teeth fought with Yang Ziwu, "What a powerful sword!"

The falling Demon Lord suddenly stopped and slowly got up in the air.

"You're a bitter hand!"

The strong man smiled slightly, "The name I just took under the next, Ji Wuming!"

"Whew! No, it's still nameless!"

"What? Fighting?" The strong man still looked harmless to humans and animals, and said this extremely domineering sentence.

"The pinnacle is at war!" The Demon Lord spoke, and after speaking, his figure flashed and disappeared.

And Ji Wuming looked back in the direction of Zhang Caoshan, and slowly fell towards his figure.

The demon clan retreated, and the demon army, which was closest to Yang Ziwu, didn't seem to see Yang Ziwu being beaten like a dog, running wildly towards the place where Yang Ziwu opened the mountain.

The battle between Champion Hou and Black Lotus Red Lotus is also over, and Black Lotus is injured and retreats! Champion Hou still did it, but he was also injured.

Champion Hou fell on Zhangcao Mountain with a grim face!