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The demon commander sat in the corner of the inverted mountain, his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

In addition to the green patina, there are many colors of frost in the gaps of the armor.

His aura had risen to its peak state, and even this mountain peak was showing surrender.

Of course he wasn't asleep, he was listening to the movement in the prairie.

He heard the sword of Lishan, the sleeve of Ligong, and the slender fingertips of Nanxi Zhai, and was unmoved.

Then, he heard the sound of the iron knife unsheathed, and opened his eyes sharply.

"So confident?"

Many years ago, not far outside the old city of Xue, the black robe organized a killing game against Su Li.

At the most critical moment, Chen Changsheng came out of Zhou Yuan and sent the yellow paper umbrella to Su Li's hands.

Su Li held the hilt of the sword, and the demon general dozens of miles away was hit hard.

Su Li pulled out half of the sword body, and the black robe retreated.

Today, Wang Po vaguely already has a little bit of Su Li's demeanor that day, although he didn't shoot directly.

However, just like the demon marshal was puzzled, after all, the one who died was a strong man in the Holy Domain, and Wang Po should consume a lot, so wasn't he afraid of affecting the subsequent battle?

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There was a crack in the front placket, which was blown by the wind, and it was a little inconvenient to walk, but the knife was cut off from the beginning, and it floated far away like a kite with a broken string.

Wang Po thought of Xiao Zhang, thinking that the bad-tempered guy didn't know where he was at this time, and only hoped that he would never go to the Snow Old Town alone.

He looked to the other side of the prairie.

There is another battlefield.

The head of the mountain waved his sleeves and said, "I don't need it here." ”

More than ten miles away, his voice clearly sounded in front of Wang Po.

Wang Po nodded in acknowledgment and continued to walk forward.

The Third Demon General and the Eighth Demon General suddenly put away their weapons and retreated some distance.

Three pitch-black magic weapons smelled of coldness, flying in the sky above them, monitoring the movements around them.

The head of the mountain was slightly stunned, his white eyebrows floated, and he also retreated a distance.

At the same time, the Terran cavalry and wolf cavalry were also retreating to both sides.

There were two bloodthirsty giant wolves who were too stimulated by the smell of blood, and refused to obey the order to leave, and as a result, the demon cavalry did not hesitate to decapitate their heads.

A passage appeared in the middle of the meadow several miles wide.

From the steppe to the summit of Norilang.

The passage was empty, there was nothing, and it was extremely quiet.

Elsewhere the fighting is raging.

The silence here is eerie.

The marshal opened his eyes, indicating that he was ready.

Wang Po's iron knife was also ready to be unsheathed.

This battle can no longer be interrupted or disturbed at this time.

The Demon Shuai is the strongest of the Demon Race, which is already a recognized fact in the Demon Domain.

Wang Po's qualifications cannot be compared with other Sacred Domain powerhouses, but he is the undisputed leader of the Terran Race.

The battle between them, in a sense, represents this war between the human race and the demon race.

Such a fight should be respected.

It also means that no one can lose.

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Wang Po looked at the mountain peak dozens of miles away.

The peak of Norilang is black, but at this time it is white.

In a short time, a thick layer of snow has accumulated on the summit.

It was the manifestation of the demon marshal's fighting intent, cold and unstoppable.

There was a line of footprints on the grassland behind Wang Po.

That's his path.

Just like his knife path, it is extremely straight.

Wang Po disappeared.

When he reappeared, he was already in the sky more than ten miles away.

The Demon Marshal did not wait for him at the summit.

The fang, which was dozens of feet high, let out a cry of pain.

It spewed a fountain of hot mist from its nostrils, and its sinking feet trampled through more than a dozen cobweb-like cracks in the rocks at the summit.

The snow is dancing wildly.

The marshal jumped into the sky and grabbed a knife with both hands.

It was an immensely large scimitar.

The blade was shining, but there was a dark darkness of night at the edge.

No one would have thought that his real weapon for such a short man would be such a scimitar, more than three times taller than him, which was extremely exaggerated!

The demon marshal fell from the sky, holding the scimitar in both hands, and slashed at Wang Po!

Wang Po drew his knife with his backhand, straight with his forearm, just like he had cut Luoshui back then, and slashed it flat!

Rumble!

There was a loud bang.

The night that spread out of the valley suddenly shook like a tangible black cloth, and like an ocean of ink.

On the cliff wall and on the surface of the grassland, thousands of dust and smoke rose.

For hundreds of miles, both the Terran soldiers and the demon soldiers were shocked to cover their ears, and their faces showed painful expressions.

Even if they had already killed the red eye, they had to stop attacking for the time being.

The nearest two hundred wolf riders were directly shocked to death, and they didn't even have time to scream!

The demon marshal was shocked back to the top of Norilang Peak, and sat back in the corner of the inverted mountain fang.

Tumbling in the sky for more than seven hundred turns, his face was a little pale, only obscured by the helmet and intricate jewelry patterns.

Wang Po landed on the grassland, and more than a dozen bottomless cracks stretched from the soles of his feet into the distance.

"Hahahaha!"

A series of hoarse laughter erupted from the Demon Marshal's helmet.

This laughter was particularly arrogant and arrogant, as if people could see the hideous smile on his face.

"It is said that you are an unborn genius of the human race, and it seems that today it is nothing more than that!"

Wang Po did not speak.

His hand holding the iron knife trembled slightly.

There was a deep crack in the blade of the iron knife.

Who the hell lost?

Could it be that Wang Po lost?

The magic marshal's laughter suddenly stopped.

There was a muffled pop.

The sound is like a performer performing fire oil on the streets of Kyoto......

Countless streaks of blood poured out of the cracks in the helmet.

The color of the blood was very rich, mixed with some strange dark green.

There was a long suspicion that the Demon Marshal should be a member of the royal family, and today this fact has finally been proven.

But why is there a dark green in his blood?

No one is thinking about this for a while.

People were shocked beyond words by what happened.

- The Demon Shuai is seriously injured and spurts blood!

"You're really strong, even more than you were before you died. ”

The Demon Marshal's voice became a little deeper, but not as unpleasant as before.

"Although you are still not Ben Shuai's opponent, Ben Shuai has to admit that it is difficult to kill you today. ”

For the demons, killing Wang Po is a more important thing than killing the human commander.

Since there is no way to complete this task, and since he has also suffered a lot of injuries, what are you doing here?

The order was transmitted from the summit of Norilang to the grassland, and the wolf riders began to form a group and prepare to evacuate.

The head of the mountain glanced at Wang Po. Mao Qiuyu and Huairen also looked at Wang Po.

What should be done next depends on what Wang Po means.

As long as Wang Po nodded, the Heaven Covering Sword of the head of the mountain would head towards the top of Nuori Peak.

Aunt Huairen Dao was seriously injured, but she should still be able to keep the prince of the Snow Old City who had been seriously injured by Mao Qiuyu for a while.

And Mao Qiuyu is responsible for leaving the third demon general and the eighth demon general on the grassland.

Or maybe there's a chance to kill the Demon Marshal.

This is a seemingly simple but complex rotation strategy.

Several Terran powerhouses looked at each other and made arrangements.

The wind blows the cloth shirt, whirring,

Wang Po didn't nod, nor did he make any other movements, not even the smallest movements, like a stone statue.

He didn't want to give Mao Qiuyu and the others any wrong signals, because that would have very serious consequences.

Mao Qiuyu and the three of them understood what he meant, a little worried, a little regretful, but also relaxed.

At this moment, the night that poured out of the valley suddenly became much lighter.

Because the sun in the sky is so bright!

A figure appeared in the blazing sunlight, like a falling star, blasting towards the demon commander at the peak.

Xiang Wang!

In his opinion, this is the best opportunity to kill the demon marshal, and he can't miss it no matter what!

Looking at this scene, Wang Po's expression changed suddenly.