Purple thunder flashed suddenly.

A terrifying aura of destruction suddenly surged out, and in an instant, Ba Xiyi had already understood that Su Wang's palm slamming was just a false move to confuse, and the real killing move was actually the purple thunder light flashing in his palm.

It's the Spirits of Thunder!

Dozens of ghost spirit thunder appeared as if out of thin air, bombarding Ba Xiyi, and Ba Xiyi was shocked when he saw this, but the speed of dozens of ghost spirit thunder was extremely fast, and at this moment, Ba Xiyi and Su Wang were very close, for a while, Ba Xiyi had no time to dodge.

"Boom!"

The dazzling purple thunder light shone rapidly, soaring into the sky, and with it, it continued to surge and dissipate, and there were bursts of dark and incomparably pure demonic energy.

The ghost spirit thunder appeared strangely and quickly, and it dissipated very quickly, and when the light dissipated slightly, the figure of the overlord who had just flown and stood in mid-air, there was no figure of the tyrant, and instead, there was a rapidly tumbling rich demonic energy, and a treasure that seemed to be a gauze skirt.

The treasure of the gauze skirt, the whole body is soft and white, and the flames on it linger and rise, obviously, spinning and flying around the gauze skirt, and there are nine demon Jiao that are seven inches long and as thick as a little finger, each of which is lifelike, and exudes a powerful aura and coercion that is not weaker than the early stage of wisdom.

These nine demon Jiao are naturally just things transformed by demonic energy, and this gauze skirt is the magic weapon of the talisman with extremely strong defensive power, the Nine Jiao Demon Fire Skirt.

The moment the purple thunder light of dozens of ghost spirits dissipated, the nine demon Jiao around the Nine Jiao Demon Fire Skirt were all shocked at the same time, and then the five of them let out an unwilling but helpless wail in unison, turning into pitch black demonic qi and melting into the Nine Jiao Demon Fire Skirt.

Almost at the same time, at the moment when the five of the Demon Jiao disappeared, the magic light and flames emitted by the Nine Jiao Demon Fire Skirt also quickly dimmed, the first moment it was still a hundred zhang wide Nine Jiao Demon Fire Skirt, and the next moment it had shrunk to an ordinary close-fitting size.

Changing with the Nine Jiao Demon Fire Skirt, there is naturally an incomparably pure pitch-black demonic aura, from the unique icy aura it emits, it is not difficult to see that this demonic aura is the extremely mysterious demon cold qi contained in the body of the high-level demon clan itself.

Every demon, whether it is a low-level demon or a high-level demon, has its own unique demon cold, and the demon cold, for non-demon people, will be stagnant in body shape or mana, and at worst, it will be as if it is frozen in an instant, and it will be difficult to move.

And the cold qi of the demon clan of the high-level demon race, in addition to the power of ice, has all kinds of mysterious effects, many of which have defensive capabilities.

As a high-level demon race's tyrant clothes, it is obvious that his demon cold qi has extraordinary defensive power.

The cold qi of the demon clan quickly dissipated, to be more precise, it was retracted into the body by the tyrant clothes, and as soon as the demonic qi dispersed, the figure of the tyrant clothes appeared, and he was still flying and standing in the air just now, but there was an extra close-fitting Jiujiao demon fire skirt on his body.

At this moment, the Baxi Yi, his cheeks are no longer red clouds flying suddenly, but his face is pale, not only because he has just been bombarded by the ghost spirit thunder and is a little afraid, but also because he has resisted dozens of ghost spirit thunder, the baxi clothes seem to be easy, but in fact, the magic power in the body is extremely consumed, and he has also suffered some minor injuries.

What's more, the Nine Jiao Demon Fire Skirt was violently damaged and suffered a mana backlash.

"You ......"

The Ghost Spirit Thunder was the first time that Su Wang and Ba Xiyi met and left, and Su Wang comprehended and cultivated the Secret Technique of the Cold Soul Ghost Soul Xuangong, so this time, Ba Xiyi saw the horror of the Ghost Spirit Thunder for the first time.

At this time, Ba Xiyi, who was still a little frightened, finally understood that the urgent cry of the blood Mo just now was not actually worried that Ba Xiyi would be lighted by Su Wang, but to remind Ba Xiyi to be careful of Su Wang's ghostly thunder.

In the heart of the tyrant, for a while, he was ashamed and angry.

Ba Xiyi's thoughts at this moment, Su Wang naturally will not know, and he is not interested in knowing, the ghost spirit thunder has just been issued, Su Wang's left hand is immediately bright again, and continues to shoot towards Ba Xiyi's side violently!

This time, it's not a false move, but a real all-out blow.

In fact, from beginning to end, Su Wang did not have the so-called false moves and real killing moves, the slamming of his left palm was real, and the ghost spirit thunder was also real, but the speed of the ghost spirit thunder was amazingly fast, so it seemed that there was a difference between a false move and a real killing move.

"Bang!", "Bang!"

Su Wang's palm slapped out of the air, but two loud tremors sounded at the same time, and in mid-air, the spiritual light and magic light shone at the same time, and the strong wind was agitated.

Not far in the air in front of Su Wang, there were two figures flying backwards, these two people were naturally Blood Mo and Ba Xiyi.

At the moment just now, in addition to urgently shouting to remind Ba Xiyi to be careful, he also quickly flew up, sacrificing the Kun Tungsten Demon Knife and another defensive treasure shaped like a copper tripod, wanting to resist the ghostly thunder with Ba Xiyi.

It's just that the speed of the ghost thunder is too fast, the blood Mo has not yet flown to arrive, the ghost spirit thunder has already cleaved down, and when the blood Mo flew here, Su Wang suddenly slapped out of the air with a palm, so the blood Mo and the tyrant blocked the huge force in Su Wang's palm, and there were many palm phantoms.

Su Wang's palm is also extremely fast, and the blood Mo and the tyrant clothes, if you talk about the strength of the body, are inferior to Su Wang.

After the blood Mo flew backwards for hundreds of zhang, the demonic energy on his body surged rapidly, and he was able to stabilize his body, and in the depths of the blood mo's eyes, a ray of light flashed imperceptibly quickly, Su Wang's palm was more powerful than the punch that hit the blood mo before.

The strength of Blood Mo's body can be said to be an extremely strong existence among the demon commanders of the same level, but at this moment, Blood Mo has to admit that Su Wang's physical power is even higher than his own.

"Ahh

With a cry of pain, a delicate figure was quickly flying away upside down, it was Ba Xiyi.

In mid-air, more than 3,000 zhang away from Su Wang, Ba Xiyi's figure finally stabilized, Ba Xiyi's face became a little whiter, his chest was undulating, and his eyes were already extremely hateful.

In addition, this is the second time that Ba Xiyi has been slapped away by Su Wang, and he is still so embarrassed, especially under the nose of Xuemo, he was slapped away by Su Wang's palm, which made Ba Xiyi secretly shocked Su Wang's terrifying physical power, and at the same time, his heart was already really angry!

Ba Xiyi's beautiful eyes stared at Su Wang, and a cold light flashed in her eyes, and then, Ba Xiyi shouted angrily, and in an instant, the demonic energy on her body suddenly rose to the sky.

When the demonic qi surged rapidly, the aura emanating from the body of the tyrant was rapidly soaring and strengthened, and in a moment, it was now the tyrant of the great consummation of the demon pill period, and the aura and coercion exuded by it were so strong that they were chasing the early stage of the demon baby!

"Buzz!"

The void actually let out a muffled thud.

The purple hair fluttering in the tyrant's clothes, and the aura and coercion on his body are so strong that he is already a demon king who is not weaker than the ordinary demon infant at the peak of the early stage!