Meng Yufeng was fighting with Qiu Wuyu, and the remaining demon clans hanging in the sky did not have the slightest worry, they talked and laughed, pointing at the monks of the human race in the distance. Some of the demon clans were even arguing, pointing their fingers in different directions.

Some human monks found that almost none of those demon clans paid attention to the battle below. Judging by their demeanor, it seems that they are preparing to set off towards the various places of the two states of the Terran race at this moment, as if dividing their territory, each choosing their own direction, and they are also quarreling because of this.

"Could it be that these demon clans are so sure, the level of cultivation of demon generals is also comparable to that of human beings, aren't they worried at all?"

But what they saw was a great disappointment for them.

This disappointment, with the faint voice of Meng Yufeng in the light cluster, directly turned into despair.

"The elders of the clan often say that the greatest reliance of the human race happens to be the flying sword magic weapon that is useless to my demon clan. I thought that in tens of thousands of years, the human race had already received a lesson, but I didn't expect to be so stupid that I still took this scrap copper and rotten iron as a report!"

Qiu Wuyu's hair stood on end, others couldn't see it, how could he not see it when he was in the game? He watched Meng Yufeng stretch out his hands, tearing open the lore field created by the flying sword as if tearing open the veil, and rushed towards him without the slightest damage.

"How is it possible? This sword of mine, even if it is borne by the Tongxu Monk, it is impossible to be unharmed!" Qiu Wuyu was screaming, but he was a Buxu Monk after all, and a blue light suddenly flew out of the spatial ring on his finger, and it slammed towards Meng Yufeng.

The sound of jingling bells rang over the Endless Sea, and countless golden bells with golden light suddenly appeared in front of Meng Yufeng. This bell is connected by inexplicable silk threads, the golden light is dazzling, it is impossible to see how many bells exist, it seems that the sky is filled with these golden bells, endless.

"This is the Qiu family's chain bell, a high-grade magic weapon. This autumn rain is really worthy of being a monk who has entered the void, has a family history, and knows the demon clan very well. The wisdom of the demon clan is relatively weak, and the main reason is that they have an innate weakness in terms of divine souls. This chain of bells mainly attacks the monk's soul, and this time I am only afraid that the demon king will suffer!" Whether it was self-consolation or not, many people began to get excited again.

The prestige of the chain bell is too strong, and many Zhongzhou monks know the existence of this high-grade magic weapon, and there are many senior masters who have suffered a big loss on this magic weapon. Many people firmly believe that a single blow of the chain bell will definitely take effect.

However, hope rose quickly, disappointment came faster, and Meng Yufeng shattered many people's hopes in the most simple and crude way. He simply swung his fist, simply blasted out, and then, so simply, he was stunned by the chain of bells that shook in front of him.

It was a melodious ringtone with a rhythm, but at the moment it became chaotic and sharp, mixed with the miserable cry of autumn without rain. This magic weapon, he has been recuperating for many years, and he has been knocked away at this moment, and he himself has suffered a lot of damage.

"Scrap copper and rotten iron are useless to me, can I take out something decent?" Meng Yufeng was already close to Qiu Wuyu, but he didn't attack, but looked at Qiu Wuyu with some playfulness, and said with a sneer.

Qiu was speechless and drenched in cold sweat, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans were left along his sideburns. From the very beginning, he was suppressed by Meng Yufeng from the momentum, and at this moment he even had an urge to turn around and run.

He regretted a little why he was so impulsive, the gun shot the first bird, and the one who rushed to the front was often the first to be unlucky. With his identity, he could have let others test it first, and wait until he was sure before making a move.

But now, even if he wanted to run, he didn't dare to run. Meng Yufeng was too close to him, he had seen the speed of this demon king, and he knew that as long as he turned around, the other party would be able to kill him with his hand.

"Spirit Crane Seal" drank without rain in autumn, the magic trick in his hand was running rapidly, and a big seal rose in the air, and there seemed to be a group of white cranes flying, with the aura of fairies, and the power was extremely amazing.

"Trash!" In response to him, it was a slap like a mosquito in the wind, and the spirit crane mark was directly fanned out.

"Howling Moon Rope!" The rope magic weapon that exuded a bright light was sacrificed by Qiu Wuyu, like a white dragon, tumbling and flying, and winding towards Meng Yufeng.

"It's still garbage!" Meng Yufeng stretched out his hand, grabbed the Xiaoyue rope directly with his bare hands like catching a snake, and kneaded it casually, this magic weapon quickly lost its spirituality in his hand, turned into an ordinary rope, and was discarded by him.

"Silence Mirror!" Qiu Wuyu's face turned pale and panicked, and the magic weapon in his hand was thrown out again and again.

"More rubbish!" was still waiting for him, and Meng Yufeng drank lightly without the slightest emotion.

"Gu Ling Fan!"

"Fuhu Roll!"

"Aoi Ruler!"

"Transform into a tree!"

Qiu Wuyu was bleeding, and he kept throwing out all kinds of magic weapons, all of which had a great reputation. At first, the Terran monks who watched the battle were still amazed by the appearance of these magic weapons, but later, they had been dominated by fear, and the names of these magic weapons could no longer touch their hearts.

Because no matter how terrifying the magic weapon is, in Meng Yufeng's opinion, it is all rubbish. He stood as upright as a reef with a steel fork in one hand, and the other hand either patted, grasped, or bombarded directly. None of these artifacts played the role that people expected.

Meng Yufeng has become an extremely terrifying figure in the eyes of everyone at this moment, because the battle has lasted for so long, he has not really made a move, and he has been bombarded by Qiu Wuyu's magic weapon one after another, but he has not been harmed at all.

Qiu Wuyu's face was distorted, the corners of his mouth twitched, he gritted his teeth fiercely, and stopped the mouthful of blood pressure that poured into his chest, and his face became a little crazy.

"Explosion!" With a resolute look, Qiu Wuyu suddenly shouted, and the magic weapons that were caught in Meng Yufeng's hands emitted a dazzling light, and they were actually triggered by him at the same time.

The light reflected the sky again, and the various colors of light flickered, and the color on Qiu Wuyu's face also changed. His flesh was extremely painful, these magic weapons had spent most of his life, constantly collecting, but at this moment, they had turned into nothingness in the blink of an eye.

"As I said, these pieces of brass and iron are of no use to me. What a stupid human being, okay, I've been playing with you for so long, it's time to send you on your way!" Meng Yufeng's faint voice came, and Qiu Wuyu's hair stood on end.

This time, without the slightest hesitation, he turned and ran. With his weak cultivation, his speed was extremely fast, and the direction he rushed out was the ship of Tianji Palace. This is his last hope for his life, and there is so much magic about this ship.

The ship that reached the Tianji Palace from the air was only a short distance of a kilometer, and for the Buxu monk, this was the distance of one step, and it was only a step away.

But Meng Yufeng didn't even give him a chance to take a step forward, Qiu Wuyu's speed to the extreme didn't make his expression change in any way, he just simply stretched out his hand, and the air seemed to have frozen.

Qiu Wuyu froze in the air in a strange impact posture, his face was full of horror, his mouth grew up, and he seemed to want to shout, but he didn't make any sound.

Meng Yufeng has not made a move, this shot is a lore, and no one can understand the power he used. But this fear spread to the hearts of all the Terran monks who watched the battle without any difference.

Meng Yufeng had a faint smile on his face, and he walked casually, so slowly step by step towards Qiu Wuyu, who was frozen in the air. Qiu Wuyu watched him approach, frightened, but at this moment, he couldn't even move a single hair.

"It's boring, if it weren't for the Martial Emperor Barrier of your human race, I think that a weak race like you would have disappeared from under this sky tens of thousands of years ago!" Meng Yufeng glanced at Qiu Wuyu sarcastically, and slowly raised his palm.

On the ship of the Tianji Palace, the legs of those weak monks were weak for a while. At the beginning, someone wanted to save Qiu Wuyu. But they looked at the strange situation at the moment, and when they saw that there were still hundreds of demon clan monks in the sky, they finally let out a long sigh and retreated.

"You are the first monk killed by my Jimeng tribe after entering the territory of the human race, you should be honored, because in the future, after the demon clan occupies this place, your name will be left in the classics!" Meng Yufeng's palm slowly patted down.

"Don't!" Some of the Terran monks watching the battle from a distance were in tears, and they closed their eyes, not daring to look at this terrible scene.

"I've already been defeated, why do you have to kill it?Why are the demon clans so cruel!" someone yelled, his eyes were red, and the green tendons on his neck burst out, and he wanted to rush out, but was held down by his companions beside him.

The eyes of the Terran monks of the two states were all gathered here, and they watched as Meng Yufeng's palm slowly descended, all the way to the top of Qiu Wuyu's head. Then they watched Qiu Wuyu turn into a blood mist like tofu under the palm of Meng Yufeng is hand, falling in pieces.

A blood-red mist shrouded the sky, and seemed to linger in everyone's hearts. Many people have heard of the existence of the demon race, and many people have learned about such a terrifying race in books, but today, for the first time, they have seen that this race is so terrifying and so cruel.

Qiu Wuyu died under Meng Yufeng's palm, but Meng Yufeng's complexion did not change in the slightest, he stretched out his blood-red tongue and licked it lightly on his thick lips, as if he was reminiscing.

Meng Yufeng raised his hand and put his finger in the air, red blood dripped down his finger and onto his white teeth. He swallowed slowly, squinting slightly, enjoying himself.

"It turns out that the blood of human monks is really so delicious. It's a pity, next time it will definitely not be so wasteful!" Meng Yufeng's faint voice came out from afar, and everyone who heard this sentence couldn't help but tremble.