The loud crash lasted for ten seconds, kicking up a cloud of dust.

One after another, the buildings were destroyed, and seven holes appeared in the high walls.

Suna Yantian finally fell into a ruin, and even rolled into a ruined wall, and sat on the ground, his body covered in blood could not move.

Gülen's sword was fixed by a shadowless invisible force, staying an inch in front of his chest, and the black mist light wave followed the sharp blade to the blade, and this majestic oppressive force locked him to the bone.

"What a powerful sword!"

As soon as he said this, he couldn't hold back the churning of blood and spit out the hot liquid in his stomach.

The blade of the sword was grasped by an outstretched hand, and the cut hand was bleeding profusely.

"You're going to compare strength, aren't you?"

Although the appearance is polite, the fierceness in the bones is an innate temperament.

There was no anger in his eyes, only a cold and indifferent shadow.

The bloody hand's grip on Gülen's sword was also a kind of suppression, and the clenched fist flashed with a silver light.

In an instant, two immense forces collided.

Dozens of wind beams erupted from the frenzied black qi and silver light, and the buildings within a hundred meters were disintegrated in the cutting.

The silver light covered the sword body with ice, gradually suppressing the release of the black mist demonic qi.

The demon knife was still in the right hand of Suna Yantian on a rainy night, and it was directly stabbed over.

The wind danced violently, blowing the whole body of the eldest son of the Demon King, agitating a beautiful silver and gold long hair.

The scene that caught his eye made him slightly stunned.

The long knife was grabbed by an illusory woman with her bare hands, and she exposed her upper body from the blade, her thick curled long hair flying beautifully.

Her left hand, holding the long knife, quickly transformed into the image of a dead wood and vine, climbing and spreading, wrapping Suna Yantian's right arm around it, and brutally tearing it off.

Splashes of blood splattered the air, rendering bright red colors.

The snake-like vines of dead wood and trees expand and retract and return to their original shape.

The Demon King grabbed the long knife in his hand and ran downward, but this killing action suddenly froze, and was locked by Suna Yantian with a binding spell.

She let out a disdainful "swish", and her illusory form was pierced by a sword, and the "bang" shattered and dissipated.

These authentic swords grew out of Suna Yanten's body, and after successfully killing the target, where did they come from and where they returned.

The long knife fell out of thin air and was caught by the right hand that had regrown in Sunayanten.

The right hand slashed neatly from above, and when the blade slashed into Gülen's sword, it snapped off, and a sharp blade that flew out fell to the ground.

The demon sword Rainy Night, who had killed the demon dragon Garner, was actually destroyed by the Glenn Sword.

"Good sword!"

Suna Yantian smiled slightly, and dropped the only half of the weapon in his hand.

At the bottom of the hilt, there is also a bloody head of Garan.

"For me, right? You seem to be sealed in a sword, and I'll do whatever it takes to let you out, how? ”

The Gülen sword was imprisoned in the hands of his opponent, and there was no movement or sound.

The eldest son of the Demon King was still immersed in unfinished emotions, and he didn't even notice the lurking danger looming.

When he realized that something was wrong, a behemoth appeared in the space around him, obscuring the twenty-story building.

As soon as the behemoth curled up tightly, the skyscrapers were immediately shattered.

Fragments of boulders fell overhead, and Suna Yantian's eyes glanced ahead, swallowed by the bloody mouth that rushed out of thin air.

Because of the force, the snake's head glides and rampages for a long distance, crashing into the buildings and collapsing continuously.

Su Nayantian survived unharmed, and the blades of light growing up and down his body stuck the snake's head from mouth to mouth.

The head of the snake endured severe pain, and when it bit down, it was undoubtedly pierced into a hedgehog.

Taking advantage of the moment the fangs and jagged teeth closed, the figure standing in the snake's mouth retreated, jumped up in the air at high speed, jumped to the top of the snake's head, and stabbed the Glenn sword in his hand straight through.

I saw that the black smoke miasma oozed out of the wound, and a large amount of it was released, and even the hilt of the sword was hot and hot.

As soon as Suna Yantian withdrew his burned hand, he was thrown away by the shaking snake head, and the majestic and terrifying snake body crushed him from all directions.

The indescribable beast roared to the heavens and the earth, and it was similar to the roar of a dragon.

Such a tragic and mournful voice floated into Feng Yu's ears, awakening a trace of consciousness, and his fingers moved slightly.

Because the supernatural power "Seven Exquisite Hearts" was only thirty percent open, even with his eyes closed, he could see things that mortals couldn't see with the naked eye.

The battlefield was littered with corpses, with stumps and heads piling up in a mess.

The mysterious spiritual gate appeared out of thin air in the center of the battlefield, like a huge wall formed by the condensation of darkness, filled with deathly silence, and ethereated with a terrifying and eerie aura.

Creatures that do not belong to this world pour out of the door and roam the battlefield, each armed with whips, knives and forks, iron locks, and spears and swords.

These imps are the messengers of hell, and they will be found wherever a large number of human beings have died, and they have been ordered by the order of Hades to bring the souls of the dead back to hell for judgment.

Their dwarf-like bodies weave across the battlefield, holding long iron locks in one hand around the necks of the dead souls, tying their hands and pulling them around.

Anyone who dared to resist was beaten and whipped severely.

The dead souls were so frightened that they didn't even dare to let out a wail, and like a prisoner, they were wrapped around their necks with a chain of iron ropes, tied their hands, and followed the large procession.

There were five or six little minions in armor beside Feng Yu, with big bony eyes, and their expressions were stunned, dazed and cute with a little fear.

They thought the boy was dead and wanted to pull his soul out of his shell, but they didn't dare to reach out and touch his body because they would be burned by the incredible golden light.

"Oops...... Pain, pain, pain! ”

The little imp who cried out in pain was more unlucky, it was it who took the lead and stretched out its hand, but as soon as it touched the boy's clothes, its five fingers seemed to be roasted by the flames.

It blew on its red fingers with its mouth, and said it hurt as it blew, with an aggrieved expression.

The companions were grateful for its sacrifice in their hearts, but they didn't say it in their mouths, and they smiled on their faces.

"Hurt so badly, is this person dead or not?"

"I can't even hear his breathing or his heartbeat."

"Do you want to ask the boss to come and have a look?"

Their boss is a deputy commander who is one rank lower than the commander of the Yin Soldiers.

When the two bald imps looked like mummies, when they turned around to find the boss, they bumped into a monk approaching them, and they were so frightened that they quickly knelt down and kowtowed.

"Wow, Jizo King Bodhisattva! How did you get here? ”

"It's been a long time since you've been out of hell yourself."

"Woo woo, I want to cry when I see you. There are too many humans dead here, and Yang Shou is not over yet, it's too pitiful. ”

Although Feng Yu has a broken arrow in his eye, he sees and smells things that are invisible to the naked eye.

The chirping imps knelt down towards the monk in a red robe with a circle of glory suspended on the back of his head.