Terrel's eyes were flushed with blood, and he slowly stood up with his fangs bared, making him embarrassed and indignant to make a fool of himself in front of so many people. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but on the way, he encountered a swelling on his right cheek, which made him gasp.

Terrell turned his resentful gaze to Yarrow and slowly raised the thin sword in his hand. The energy around his body was agitated, ready to be launched, and the Dao energy swirled around his body, rolling up dust and fallen leaves, like a storm.

At this time, there were more and more onlookers, and the demons passing by on the street were all attracted by this battle and stopped to watch. People looked at the two young men of the Vaal family in the battle circle with great interest, and there were already many holy realms or gods who flew up in the air in order to gain a more haode vision, enjoying the battle between the two in the air.

Terrell let out a low snort, his figure turned into a blast of wind, and pounced on Yarrow with a fierce energy, the thin stabbing sword in his hand drew a tricky trajectory, dancing out of sword flowers, enveloping Yarrow's vital body.

Fearless, Yarrow swung his sword to meet him, the black Nether Sword and the silver thin stabbing sword collided with each other, shooting out sparks and clanging clashing sounds.

Yarrow's figure is like a ghost, drifting back and forth, with a head and no tail. The Nether Demon Sword was as tricky and strange as a poisonous snake in his hands, and there was no trace of it. Terrell only felt that he was empty, but Liliang had nowhere to go. can only watch and fall into passivity.

Vitesko's brows furrowed, his face gloomy and ugly. Dick nodded secretly, the martial arts taught by Dimihera originally came from the Demon Clan, and Yarrow could even exert more power than himself.

The shadow of the sword changes, and the energy is agitated. The battle intensified. "Behold, they are working magic!" exclaimed someone in the crowd. Everyone looked away, only to find that the lips of Yarrow and Terrell in the fierce battle were slightly twitching. He was muttering a magic spell.

Terrell wields his sword sideways. A bright silver band of light was drawn in the air, slashing diagonally towards Yarrow's waist, Yarrow blocked with his horizontal sword, and the two swords collided, making a jingling sound, echoing in a curling voice, and sparks splashed out in all directions. Yarrow shifted with the power of the sword, and the Nether Sword stabbed at Terrell diagonally like a poisonous snake.

Terrell floated backwards, dodging the blow. At the same time, the long sword swung continuously. Nine crescent-shaped blades of fighting qi detached from the sword's body and roared towards Yarrow.

Yarrow stretched out his left hand and pointed into the air, and dozens of dark flame balls condensed and formed in the air, one by one pounced on the attacking Douqi Blade.

In the sound of a bang, the energy was full of energy, the demonic flames were churning, the blade of the fighting qi exploded, and most of the dark flame balls also collapsed, and black demonic flames rose in the void. In the midst of that chaos, the only three remaining balls of dark flames roared out and slashed out black tails and pounced on Terrel.

Terrell was startled and raised his right arm. The stabbing sword in his hand swung repeatedly, and the blade of Dao energy shot out from it, meeting the incoming ball of fire.

After sending out seven energy blades in a row. The three dark balls finally collapsed into the air unwillingly.

Terrell raised his left hand and pointed at Yarrow Yaoyao, and shouted, "Dark Curse: Weak!"

A dull yellow glow emanated from Terrel's fingertips. It shot away like a meteor. Turned into an aura and shrouded Yarrow's body.

Ya Luo suddenly felt weak all over his body, as if the liliang around him had been drained with the advent of this aura. Dizziness is difficult to bring together liliang.

The corners of Terrell's mouth hooked. With a swing of the stabbing sword in his hand, his body quickly headed towards the cursed Yarrow in his body.

Yarrow also stretched out his left hand at this moment and shouted softly: "Cursed music!"

Darkness, weakness, oblivion, sluggishness, senescence. The five strong curses all acted on Terrel's body in an instant, and Terrel was like a quagmire, unable to move, and the fighting aura around his body quickly dimmed.

Yarrow continued to chant the second incantation as he spread out and flew towards Terrel, the tip of the Demon Sword Netherworld emitting a cold light that pointed directly at the center of the opponent's eyebrows.

Terrel's eyes widened, his pupils had completely turned blood, the two fangs in his mouth had become longer and sharper, and the dark liliang circulating around his body was surging like flames. With five powerful curses in his body, he was still able to barely move.

Yarrow pounced on him, and the two fought. The sword qi was agitated and flying, the energy was bursting all over the sky, and the strong wind was roaring and surging.

This time, Yarrow had the absolute upper hand, although the weakness and curse in his body were weak, but in any case, he was stronger than Terrell with the five curses in his body, and coupled with the exquisite demonic martial arts from Dimihera, he had the advantage. Terrell is just persevering with the depth of his cultivation.

Yarrow let out a sudden roar, and boundless dark flames poured out from all around him, enveloping his entire body, and spreading to the blade of the Nether Demon Sword, making him as terrifying as a ghost for a moment.

Carrying the demonic flames in the sky, Yarrow swept across with the magic sword in his hand, drawing a fan-shaped light and shadow, stirring up a hot wind to pave the surface, and slashing straight at Terrel's waist.

Terrell kicked his feet on the ground, and his body stepped back lightly, like a piece of flutter in the wind. Yarrow was unrelenting, stretched out his left hand and pointed into the air, and the demonic flame surrounding his left hand immediately broke away and floated into the air, the demonic flame slowly condensed, and then thinned and elongated, forming the shape of a spear.

"Dark Flame Gun!" Yarrow snorted. The flame spear formed by the demonic flame shot out like a sharp arrow off the string, and stabbed with a terrifying sound.

Terrell stretched out his hand and pointed in front of him: "Shield of the Dark Element!"

A thick black mist tumbled out from his fingers, gathering but not dispersing, slowly condensing towards the center, turning into a large black shield. The shield is two meters high and one meter wide, thick and solid, with a sharp top and bottom, reflecting the metal, and the center of the shield is engraved with a lifelike ghost head pattern.

The Dark Flame Spear hit the Dark Yuan Shield, and there was a loud bang, and the people in the crowd of onlookers who were lower in cultivation felt a sharp pain in their eardrums, and involuntarily reached out to cover their ears. I saw the thick dark elements scattered in all directions, the strong wind flew, and the spear and shield turned into nothingness.

Yarrow's figure rushed out of the chaotic dark element where the spear and shield clashed, and the magic sword Netherworld swung like the wind, slashing down at Terrel!

Terrell made a mistake in his steps, took half a step back, and then raised his sword horizontally and lightly touched the blade of the Nether Demon Sword, deflecting the trajectory of the Demon Sword and defusing Yarrow's attack.

Yarrow's eyes were red and almost dripping blood, and he let out a low cry, like the roar of an angry beast! At the same time, the wrist of his right hand holding the magic sword shook slightly, and the blade of the sword turned with it, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, and licked Terrel's left arm to the extreme.

Blood, sprinkled in all directions. A deep wound appeared on Terrel's left arm. But the corners of his mouth hooked up with a smile at this moment, and then he shouted: "Wrath of the Immortal!"

The deep and pure darkness rose from between heaven and earth, covering the sky and the sun, and in an instant, the whole shijie seemed to turn into night, and in that night, there was a faint hideous face roaring in the sky, roaring, and flying towards Yarrow.

Dick was slightly shocked as he watched from the sidelines, he had seen this magic before! At that time, Demihera was captured by Grecia and imprisoned in the Holy See of Light, and he was participating in a demonic challenge in the abyssal rift. The Abyss Demon Emperor Esbania and the First Demon King Seya used this magic in their battles at that time!

The power of this magic is undoubted, and although the power of the vampire demon at the level of the marquis is limited, Dick is still ready to save people if the momentum is not right.

Yarrow was fearless, for his spell had also been completed: "Nether Hell 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 of the magic array, followed by a slender neck, and two sharp front claws that shimmered with cold light.

All the demons watching the battle were stunned by the momentum of the two large-scale magics of "Wrath of the Immortal" and "Netherworld Dragon King". "Is this still a marquis-level contest?" someone groaned.

Who is better, the god of the dead or the dragon king? (To be continued......