"Damn thieves, sluts, bed bugs!!"

The Red Dragon Demon God has already scolded all the words he can think of in his life in just a few seconds, and he is even desperate to launch his own ability to launch a surprise attack on Yu Sanshui like a desperate one!

The effect is like the state of fighting for one's life when the human race Jiujue went to find the demon god!

“……”

"It's too much, Lao Tzu is also Jiujue!"

"If it's not to win more safely, it's just to you, and I'm not afraid!"

"What are you pretending to me for!"

Yu Sanshui was stunned for a moment, and then he was a little annoyed and angry, and as the words fell, one after another aura fluctuations flowed wildly around his body, and with the exaggerated power of the law, he intercepted all the attacks of the Red Dragon Demon God.

For a time, the two were indistinguishable.

Faced with this scene, Yu Sanshui was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"It's okay, it's okay!"

"Rub!"

"I didn't expect it to be so strong, Lao Tzu sneaked attacked, and it was full of blood, and it was on par with me!"

"If it's at its peak, when it's not angry, wouldn't it be unbeatable!"

"What are you looking at, help!!"

In the end, Yu Sanshui decisively set his eyes on Zhong Yushu in the distance, Confucian Sheng, without the image of nine senses, majestic, directly under the gaze of countless eyes, shouted for help!

For a while, in the hearts of everyone, the Nine Senses of the Human Race, this high-minded and mysterious identity, suddenly became...

Well...

There is no image to speak of.

If only Yu Sanshui is working hard to prove the lower limit of Jiujue, then Zhong Yushu is equivalent to a perfect assist...

In order to get more blood from the demon god, he was wearing a boxer at this time, revealing his bony arms, and the rib chest could be clearly seen.

It's hard to imagine why such an old guy can burst out with such terrifying power.

The main thing is...

No one can associate this person with the god of war of the human race.

The fortunate thing in the misfortune is that the human race present is all high-level, and the weakest is also Qijue, otherwise it will be seen by the soldiers in the reserves, and they revere it, fanatical idols, and fight with this virtue, I am afraid that they will face the problem of collapsing faith.

After all, even if the reserves fight, they will not shout for help.

"It's coming!"

Although Zhong Yushu's overall appearance looked a little conspicuous, he seemed to not care, he straightened up suddenly, holding the spear in his hand, still full of fighting intent, even in the face of the demon god, he did not flinch, rushed straight forward, accompanied by the sharp edge of the Dao, and finally stabbed the spear into the waist of the red dragon demon god in the roar of the blood dragon phantom!

Compared with Confucianism, it is much more low-key.

Shrinking at the back, he kept muttering something in his mouth, and wrote one word after another in the void, and finally let the words shuttle through the void and descend around the red dragon demon god!

Under normal circumstances, if Zhong Yushu and Confucian are attacking at this level, it may not care, just like a fly, it can't cause much damage, at best, it can only be said to be a diaphragm.

But now...

Originally, it was confronting Yu Sanshui with irritability, and Yu Sanshui's strength was obviously not weaker than himself, and if he was slightly distracted, he might be seriously injured, so Zhong Yushu and Confucian Sheng were very critical.

In less than half a minute, the red dragon demon god fell into the wind, roared again and again, and a hideous wound appeared on his waist, a large amount of blood continued to drip from the sky, soaking the soil, Zhong Yushu looked painful, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he couldn't wait to leave the battlefield and collect blood.

Even in the end, when Yu Sanshui restrained the Red Dragon Demon God, he rushed forward directly at the risk, like a mosquito, holding the waist of the Red Dragon Demon God, directly aiming his mouth at the location of its wound, and poured it violently.

The opportunity was only about two seconds, and Zhong Yushu himself didn't know how much he had drunk during this time, anyway, when he was finally shocked by the Red Dragon Demon God, his face was full of satisfaction!

"It's worthy of the blood of the demon god..."

"It's really mending!"

Feeling the surging aura in his body, Zhong Yushu couldn't help but say with emotion, licking the residual blood at the edge of his mouth by the way.

"How much waste is this..."

But soon, Zhong Yushu was even more distressed!

In particular, Yu Sanshui had already created more wounds on the body of the Red Dragon Demon God, and the blood flowed like a rain of blood, causing the aura to continue to breed within a radius of one mile, and eventually even wisps of mist rose.