The wailing was loud and piercing, worse than killing a pig.

This side of the situation, noticed by the two other sides of the battle, is gasping for air.

No one expected that Leng Feng would be so violent, slashing off an arm with one sword, and making the broken arm explode, which was creepy and unreal.

Such a domineering knife made everyone feel itchy.

"Another guy as powerful as Yang Yu!"

"Damn, a Yang Yu is so violent, and another one actually appears?"

"Damn, this guy is amazing, I can't let him surpass me!"

"When did my brother become so powerful?"

The rest of the people, although they were in the midst of the battle, did not prevent them from watching the situation on this side.

This was the thought of several people, and even Yang Yu was a little unexpected.

He only knew before that Leng Feng was more extraordinary, he was the best among his peers, and in the same level, it should be difficult to meet, and he should be invincible under the true god.

But he couldn't believe that he was so powerful, and he cut off one of his boiled arms with a single sword, which greatly damaged his strength.

In Leng Feng's hand, it's just an ordinary knife!

Yang Yu still remembered that it was given to Leng Feng not long ago when he counted the items in Tianmen, because Leng Feng had not taken advantage of the weapon, so he used it temporarily.

However, that war knife is not even a condensed spiritual sword, and it is still not far from the mortal level.

The terrible thing is that Leng Feng turned out to be as cold as a knife.

"Brush!"

Another slash was made, and it was actually slashed at the boiling head, this time he was really going to die, anyway, he had already cut off an arm, so he even cut off his head.

"Yaaaaaa

Boil the other complete arm, grasp the giant axe, the arm muscles bulged, and with enough strength, he blocked in front of him horizontally.

"Dang!"

There was another loud bang, and the gold and iron resonated. The sparks splashed everywhere, and the momentum of the knife was unabated, and it actually split the handle of the giant axe at once, and slashed straight down. The wind is howling, and the tiger is vigorous.

"......"

He scolded secretly, and the only bit of reason he had was almost wiped out, and he thought that he could at least fight with Leng Feng to draw with Leng Feng by burning his origin. I don't want to be in a one-sided situation.

Losing the tomahawk, he could only retreat with all his might, using his speed to the extreme, and retreating back fiercely.

Although the axe is gone, the small life is at least temporarily saved.

But before he could relax, Leng Feng got up again, and a scarlet knife qi flew out and slashed down again.

At the same time, Leng Feng raised his big knife, and his body was extremely fast. Leave a trail of afterimages.

The next moment, a figure appeared next to the arm that was boiled well, and with lightning speed, a knife was cut down again, although the knife style was old, but it was very practical.

"Flutter!"

The crisp sound of a broken bone sounded again, and the other arm that had been boiled dry was also cut off.

Boiling Qian's previous arm was cut off, and his spirit and spirit were lost, plus he dodged the scarlet sword qi this time. I don't have much energy left to dodge this stab.

"Whew!"

His eyes were red and he had completely lost his mind.

He burned the source, causing his reason to be completely annihilated, which is the same as the red flame that destroyed his reason before. They are all secret methods used by the demons to save their lives, and they cannot be used lightly.

But now, if you don't use it, you will surely die.

But if you desperately urge the secret method, there may be a glimmer of hope.

This secret method is imprinted in the bloodline of every demon powerhouse, any black demon powerhouse who is forced to death. can open this secret method, thereby increasing the strength and using it to save your life.

There is a great prerequisite for this secret method, and that is that one must not completely lose one's mind.

As long as you don't completely lose your mind, even if your strength is exhausted, it is possible to recover.

But if you can't save even a little bit of sanity because of the dangerous situation, then there is only one way to die.

This secret method can be said to be great, but it has many limitations.

When the reason is extinguished, it becomes a beast that only knows how to kill, and the six relatives do not recognize it, and will destroy any living creature that can be seen until the power in the body is completely exhausted, and thus die.

This can be regarded as one of the reasons why the demon race can also occupy a place in the vast continent of the gods.

This secret method cannot be known by the black devil, even if the outsider reluctantly absorbs the essence blood of the demon race, it will not succeed, the light one fails, and the heavy one immediately loses his mind and becomes a killing maniac.

"This guy!"

Yang Yu muttered in his mouth, but his hand did not stop.

The fist was like a heavy hammer, and on Du Yu's demon ding that was pounded by the bombardment of punches one after another, the sound of "dangdang" sounded endlessly, like a quenching weapon, and it sounded loudly.

"Kill me, kill, kill, kill!"

Du Yu urged the Fu Mo Ding, and buckled down on the top of Yang Yu's head again and again, wanting to put Yang Yu in the Fu Mo Ding.

He wanted to capture Yang Yu alive and then directly refine Yang Yu.

Whenever Fu Mo Ding buckled down, Yang Yu would fight back with a punch, and he could always bounce Fu Mo Ding up the old distance.

Du Yu's violent suppression again and again ushered in resistance again and again.

Drinking again and again, like a loud explosion of thunder, has a breathtaking miracle effect, wanting to disturb Yang Yu's mind, so as to find an opportunity to kill with one blow.

"Du Yu, is that all you can do?"

Yang Yu resisted again and again, ignoring Du Yu's shouting at all, and calmed down.

"Roar, Black Wind, give me death!"

The huge body of the blood shadow was horizontal in the air, and the eight hairy legs were like sharp spears with handles, constantly stabbing towards the black wind, and the moves were fatal, so fierce.

The refined aura of the underworld increased the power of the attack.

Seeing his brother Leng Feng so violent, Blood Ming felt that he should perform well.

The people around Yang Yu, each of them have great perseverance, and they are extraordinary, they all have the ability to leapfrog challenges, they all have terrifying hole cards, and they are all roles that can be played for a long time.

I thought that if this group of people could grow up, they could turn the world upside down and stir up the world.

If you can't keep up with Yang Yu's pace, maybe you will be eliminated at some time.

The least lacking thing in this world is geniuses.

There are no longer a few geniuses who have fallen, only when they really grow up, can they really laugh at the world, stand at the top of the world, and have one hand. Backhand covering.

"Humph!"

Black Wind was disdainful, nasal, and calmly responded, but resisted every time. It can make his body hurt a little.

"Sure enough, it is worthy of being a holy beast of the underworld, and the underworld qi is pure, and it can consume a lot of power in my body. Black Wind was disdainful on the surface, shocked in his heart, and couldn't believe it.

The underworld is one of the five great clans of the gods. will definitely be able to compete with the demons, who are also one of the five major clans.

Then, the dark qi can naturally resist the demonic qi.

What's more, the Blood Immortal has been inherited by the Holy Beasts of the previous generation, and the Immortal Qi in the body is extremely pure, which can suppress the demonic qi in the Black Wind's body, and can consume the demonic qi in the Black Wind's body to a small extent.

For a long time, Black Wind will definitely be defeated and then killed.

"No, it's not a way to go on like this, we have to find a way to solve the crisis in front of us. ”

Black Wind blocks the bloody spear-like attack. While his thoughts are racing and thinking about how to deal with it, it is not a way to go on like this, and it will have unexpected consequences.

In the three-way battlefield, Yang Yu's side has an overall advantage, and if it continues to develop like this, it is only a matter of time before the Black Wind, Boiling, and Du Yu alliances lose.

I couldn't stop wailing, and it resounded through the clouds, like rolling thunder. It's scary.

When he was dying, he had such momentum.

"Haha!"

Leng Feng smiled fiercely, the white light flashed in his hand, and he quickly slapped it towards the boiling head.

"Give me death!"

Leng Feng fell with a palm. The power burst out, directly smashing the boiled head, the black devil's blood splattered in all directions, the wailing stopped abruptly, and even the world returned to peace.

boiled dry and died, and the black wind was frightened.

Boiled dry and died. Du Yu's face was calm, his heart was ugly, and he felt that the situation was out of control again, and it might be impossible to escape.

Leng Feng sneered, then looked up to the sky and laughed, like crazy.

Now, it's three to two.

If no accident happens, Du Yu and Heifeng will also follow in the footsteps of boiling dry and go to Huangquan Road to accompany them.

The situation was out of control again, which made Hei Feng feel very bad, and he frowned directly, not thinking how could he escape smoothly?

So far, Hei Feng doesn't look forward to anything, just fantasizing about how to escape from this place, save his life first, and don't care about anything else.

However, with the killing of Yan Qian, the balance of victory tilted, and Yang Yu's side had an overall advantage, and their situation was precarious.

What's more, there is a puppet whose strength is comparable to that of a true god has not yet come out, God knows what Yang Yu's calculations are?

Could it be that you want to use puppets to intercept them and prevent them from having a chance to escape?

While fighting with the Blood Immortal, he observed the situation and wanted to see where the puppet man was, and if he was not there for the time being, then he could still find a way to escape.

In the same level of powerhouse, even if you can't fight the enemy, you should be able to escape, right?

The sky was already very dark, and the puppet had no life fluctuations, and the puppet did not move, so Black Wind observed for a while, but found no trace of the puppet.

This undiscovered discovery made the only black devil powerhouse here, Hei Feng, excited fiercely in his heart.

Yang Yu was entangled by Du Yu, looking at Leng Feng's appearance, it seemed that he was not ready to participate in the war.

"Luck!

Hei Feng shouted in his heart for an opportunity, shouting for luck, this is a great opportunity to escape.

Yang Yu, the only one who was jealous of him, was in the middle of a fierce battle with Du Yu at this time, and he had no time to clone himself, so he couldn't take care of him.

The key is how to attract Leng Feng's attention, so that he can't take care of him, so that he can escape under the hands of Blood Hell.

I have to say that Black Wind's observation of the battlefield is very detailed and nuanced, and he can seize any opportunity to escape.

"Flutter!"

An extremely slight sound rang out, like a sharp spear piercing into the flesh.

Hei Feng felt a chill on his shoulder, and immediately there was a sharp pain in his heart.

It turned out that when he was distracted, the long legs like the Blood Spider suddenly crossed his defenses and stabbed him fiercely in the shoulder.

At this time, Hei Feng's shoulder was in severe pain, and his body was a little spasmodic, but he endured it without wailing and retreated as fast as he could, although he was injured, he was not yet in danger.

"Hei Feng, are you looking for death? Do you dare to be distracted by fighting with the master?"

The blood underworld suddenly returned to his body, surrounded by the dark qi rolling all around, his expression was cold, and he did not strike again.

He stood with his hands in his hands, staring at the black wind with ordinary eyes, as if he was looking at his prey, full of banter, and barely paying due attention to a powerful opponent. (To be continued.) )