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 slashed at the boiling head, and this time it was really going to kill him. Anyway, I've already cut off an arm, so I just cut off my head.

"Yaaaaaa

Boil the other full arm, grasp the giant axe, and the arm is bruised. Lucked up with enough strength, he blocked horizontally in front of him.

"Dang!"

There was another loud bang, gold and iron resonating, and sparks splashing everywhere. The momentum of the knife was unabated, and he actually cut off the handle of the giant axe, and slashed straight down, the wind roared, and the tiger was mighty.

"......"

Boiling dry and scolding secretly, the only bit of reason he had was almost worn out, he originally thought that he was burning the source, at least he could fight with Leng Feng to a draw, and he didn't want to present a one-sided situation.

Lose the tomahawk. You can only retreat with all your strength. Speed to the extreme. Fiercely backed back.

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

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

Meanwhile. Leng Feng raised his broadsword, and his body was extremely fast, leaving a series 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 didn't have much energy to dodge the scarlet knife qi this time.

"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 Chiyan who destroyed his reason before, it is a secret method used by the demon clan to save his life, and it 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, and any black demon powerhouse who is forced to death can open this secret method, thereby increasing his strength and using it to save his 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, there is a possibility of recovery.

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 if it does not recognize its six relatives, it 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, the blood felt that he should be a good performer.

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 it will be eliminated at some point.

The least lacking thing in this world is geniuses.

There are no longer a few geniuses who have fallen, only those who have really grown. In order to truly smile and be proud of the world, stand at the top of the world, cover the sky with one hand, and cover the sky with one hand.

"Humph!"

Black Wind disdainful. He made a nasal voice and responded calmly, but every time he resisted, his body ached.

"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.

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

So. The Dark Qi can naturally resist the Demon Qi.

Not to mention. The Blood Immortal has been inherited by the Holy Beasts of the previous generation. The dark qi in the body is extremely pure, it can suppress the demonic qi in the black wind's body, and it 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 killed.

"No, I can't. This is not the way to go, but to find a way to solve the crisis in front of us. ”

While blocking the attack like a bloody spear, Black Wind's thoughts were racing and thinking of a countermeasure, which was not a way to continue, and would 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 can't help but wail, and it resounded through the sky, like rolling thunder, which made people feel frightened.

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, and the power burst out, directly smashing the boiling head, the black demon blood splashed in all directions, and the wailing stopped abruptly, and even the world was restored to tranquility.

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

After boiling dry, 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 along the way?

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 suddenly regained 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.