Dick stood on the land of the Hell Continent, staring intently at the battlefield of angels and demons in the sky, the sun and blood moon reflecting his serious face at the same time. He opened his mouth, and tactical commands continued to come out of his mouth, his voice not loud, but it clearly echoed in the ears of every demon through divine power.

After nearly a hundred years of training, the demon army has long been like an arm, they fight in strict accordance with Dick's orders, interspersed with divisions, encirclement and annihilation, retreat to lure the enemy, organize the battle line, trillions of people are combined into a whole, and the movements are coordinated as one person!

Although the Angel Legion was numerically superior, it was completely on its own, like a plate of loose sand, retreating under a disciplined and organized offensive.

Tens of thousands of demons waved their claws or blades at the same time, and their divine power sprayed thin, condensing into an overwhelming sword and sword, pouring down on the angel legion like raindrops, tens of thousands of angels screamed and fell to the land of hell, and the most advanced angel was cut into minced meat before they even had time to scream.

All the angels were furious. "For the sake of the Lord God!" the earth-shattering roar charged towards the demon legion. The cross sword glittered silver in the light of the sun. The Chinese army of the demon legion retreated as if they were afraid, which further fueled the arrogance of the angels. Desperate to charge forward.

The retreating demon legion suddenly stopped, and the attacking angels didn't have time to rejoice before they realized that something was wrong, up and down, left and right, and at some point they were all covered with demon figures, they had been separated from the brigade and were swallowed in one bite! The next moment, overwhelming attacks shot from all directions at the same time. Drown them out in the desperate cries of the angels.

The amount of force is the key to determining the war, but when the difference in strength is not large. Skill is everything!

Seeing that the demon army has stabilized the situation and gradually gained the upper hand. Dick finally breathed a sigh of relief, he began to have leisure to observe the battlefield, and within a moment he found what he was looking for, which was a mediocre Seraphim.

He turned around, pointed to the seraphim, and said to Yarrow, "Go and kill him, and complete the test of the Lord God!"

"Yes, teacher, obey your orders!" As soon as the words fell, Yarrow's figure had already taken off into the air. Shoot towards the battlefield. Dick controls the Demon Legion and tries to clear an undisturbed battlefield for Yarrow. Yaluo's cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds in the past hundred years, but his innate qualifications are limited, and he has not successfully broken through the true god after all, and has only reached the peak of the upper god.

In the air, Yarrow had drawn his sword Netherworld and summoned a dark flame to swirl around him. Then he let out a clear whistle, and the ribs of his back began to bulge, and his clothes were raised high. With a tear, the clothes on his back were torn alive, and a pair of bat wings stretched out from his back, fanning gently.

This pair of bat wings is two meters wide. Slender and slender, the pitch-black background is coiled with purple lines, revealing a different kind of beauty.

Seraphim seemed to sense Yarrow's hostility. He turned his head to look down at the bottom of the cloud, and his eyes froze. The cross sword swung out, and a blazing sword burst out of the sword. Slash towards Yarrow!

Yarrow's face was awe-inspiring. With the same wave of the magic sword in his hand, a jet-black sword was also released by him.

The two swords collided in the air, causing a terrifying power and turning into nothingness at the same time.

Yarrow had already flown in front of the Seraphim! The Demon Sword was burning and swaying like the wind, rolling up layers of sword curtains and enveloping Seraphim!

Seraphim stepped forward with a cross sword in hand, and the exchange of cross swords and nether swords caused terrifying energy fluctuations, and strings of scarlet sparks exploded at the point of the sword blade with subtle spatial rifts.

In the midst of the inextricable shadow of the sword, there was a soft shout from Yarrow: "Dark Curse: Slow!" "Dark Curse: Aging!"

Two negative weakening spells descended on Seraphim. Seraphim only felt that the operation of the divine power in his whole body was slowed down by the arrival of the two curses. The sword momentum in his hand also froze, and one was not paying attention, and he was actually cut a wound on his left arm by Yarrow's Nether Sword, and blood gushed out.

The Seraphim suddenly roared, and the six snow-white wings stretched together, floated and retreated, out of the battle circle, and still retreating, he shouted softly: "Holy Radiance Shines in the World!"

The sky was sprinkled with a holy and soft glow, and that light was like a spirit, gently wrapping around the Seraphim, but once it came into contact with Yarrow, it immediately became as sharp as a needle, eroding every inch of his skin, and even a trace of green smoke came out of Yarrow's body.

Yarrow immediately snorted, "Dark Barrier!" A cloud of black and pure darkness poured out of the space around Yarrow, like a solid barrier, firmly protecting him. The pinprick pain finally disappeared, and Yarrow breathed a sigh of relief.

Seraphim bathed in light, and the wound on his arm was rapidly stopping bleeding, healing, and scarring until it was at its most intact.

Yarrow raised his hand and pointed at the sky: "Netherworld Dragon King!"

The heavens and the earth darkened, the flat ground swept into a hurricane, the dark elements in the space condensed wildly at an unprecedented speed, and a magic array that almost covered the entire sky took shape in the air, and the magic runes composed of countless dark elements moved back and forth in the magic array according to the mysterious trajectory.

An angry, terrifying, dragon's roar from the netherworld of hell instantly became the only sound in the world! A huge and hideous black dragon head slowly poked out from the magic array, followed by a slender neck, and two sharp front claws that shimmered with cold light. A sturdy body, black wings that cover the sky, thick and powerful hind limbs, and a slender and muscular dragon tail!

The Netherworld Dragon King flew out of the magic circle completely, revealing his figure to the world! It let out a long groan, and its body circled in the air, as if to show the world its powerful and graceful form.

The Prison Dragon King opened his bloody mouth, and his pale gray breath mixed with dark demonic flames spewed out, spreading and blackening the sky.

Seraphim drank softly: "God bless!"

His whole body lit up with golden light, as if there was a brilliant sun hidden in his body, the light was bright but not dazzling, and condensed into a golden shield on his body.

The Seraphim carried the golden shield and rushed straight into the dragon breath spewed by the Prison Dragon King, and the dark magic flame could not penetrate the "Divine Blessing" at all. He flew in front of the dragon head of the Prison Dragon King, the cross sword shone with golden light, and stabbed at the dragon mouth of the Prison Dragon King with all his strength!

A flash of ferocity and determination flashed in the dragon eyes of the Prison Dragon King, and his jaw snapped together, biting the Seraphim's cross sword with his sharp dragon teeth.

The Seraphim's wings stretched, and the divine power all over his body burned like a holy flame, and with a flick of his wrist, the Dragon King's dragon teeth immediately collapsed.

He didn't have time to draw the cross sword, and Yarrow had already shouted: "Hellfire Spear!"

The dark flames that shrouded his body wriggled like life, converging in Arro's left hand, then thinning and elongating into the shape of a spear.

With a flick of his left hand, the Hellfire Spear stabbed the Seraphim with a wind-breaking roar. The Seraphim had no choice but to let go of his right hand holding the hilt of the sword, stretched his wings and floated back. The Prison Dragon King immediately opened his mouth wide and swallowed the cross sword into his belly alive.

Yarrow pounced on the Seraphim brazenly, and the magic sword in his hand brought up layers of sword curtains, and slammed down, and the Seraphim lost his blade, so he had to muster up the divine power of his whole body to meet the attack. But he didn't have the hard body of the demon clan, and in less than a moment, he was slashed all over his body by the Nether Sword.

The wounds all over his body were aching, and his vitality was slowly draining with the blood, and the Seraphim glanced at Ya Luo unwillingly, and the six white wings behind him fluttered, and he turned around and fled!

Yarrow sneered and stretched out a finger to the fleeing Seraphim: "Night of Silence"

Without warning, the heavens and the earth suddenly darkened, and the day turned into night. And this night is starless and moonless, only pure darkness!

A cloud of black and pure darkness burst out from Seraphim's body, and Seraphim suddenly felt as if a mass of explosive flames had exploded in his body, as if he had been hit hard, his face was instantly as white as paper, and blood spurted wildly from his mouth. The body also fell straight to the ground. The two bats behind Yarrow fluttered slightly, and flew to the Seraphim's side like lightning, and his head was cut off with a sword! (To be continued......