Confirming that Simon was wrapped in a dark light cocoon that even they were deeply afraid of, the powerful aura in Batian's body erupted like a tide, and the terrifying aura of the tide revealed the evil taste of demonic energy.

I saw him smile gloomily: "Ximen, you and I have a good relationship, I want to tell you, my clan has been frustrated, but it is only for a while, the Demon Emperor will be born soon, at that time, the demon clan will definitely override all ethnic groups, for the master of this continent, you have great strength, why not abandon the darkness and turn to the light, and create a great cause with us." ”

As a lackey of the demon race, even when this demon clan is in danger, his interest is not at all low, and his pride is beyond words, not how shameless this person is.

Instead, he was persuaded by the Heavenly Demon Saint to speak out of his words, and he was convinced of her words in his heart.

He really believed that when the Demon Emperor was born, everything would be reversed.

After that, as the first refuge of mankind, he will be able to obtain higher rights and status than before.

That being said, he didn't really want Simon to agree.

was controlled by the fall, just believing what she said and thought, and being willing to be loyal to the demons and fight for the tiger, not that the previous memories did not exist.

He still retains the memories of before he took refuge in the demons.

Because of Susu's affairs, he always had a trace of hostility towards Simon.

When the Reincarnation Protoss was invaded before, he knew that Simon's strength was not on par with him, but far superior to him.

If Simon also takes refuge in the Dark Demon Abyss, then the other party's strength is stronger than him, and the most admired by the fallen lord is probably not his tyrant, but Simon.

However, he just asked casually as a routine.

Based on his knowledge of Simon, this fellow was different from him, a stubborn rock that did not know how to change, and it was impossible to agree to it.

When the overlord spoke, the three causal powers, such as the Plague Demon, the Evil Emperor, and the Giant Skull, all looked solemn, and their attention never left Ximen for a moment.

Since the other party joined forces with the Shinra at that time, he was able to defeat and lose both with the Exterminator, and he obviously had the combat power of the peak of the Sage.

They know the true value of this combat power.

The so-called peak of the Sage is the level that has reached the limit of the Sage in terms of strength, which is not inferior to the Heavenly Demon Saint in this aspect, but he has not mastered the origin.

If it weren't for that, it would be impossible for the two to join forces and be comparable to a Heavenly Demon Saint.

That is, the opponent's heavy damage at that time was not recovered, and the Dark Holy Grail suppressed it with all its might, greatly weakening its strength, and they had the confidence to defeat the other party.

After all, they are not ordinary characters at the level of cause and effect, even if they can't fight each other alone, but with the help of the Dark Grail, the four of them join forces to deal with a person who has not recovered from heavy injuries, and they still have a great chance of winning.

Of course, even so, the other party's previous record is there, and no one dares to underestimate it in the slightest.

Because they know that if they dare to underestimate this person, then they can't say that the other party can leave with one or two at any time when they are besieged and fallen.

They have such causal power, and every loss is a great loss for the demon camp.

In the face of the Decepticon's insincere solicitation, and in the face of the gaze of the four causal powers as if he were facing a great enemy, Ximen neither angrily questioned why Batian was a tiger and willing to be used by the demons, nor did he show a look like a great enemy because of his opponent.

He just held the sword in both hands, and swung it with the domineering black broadsword in his hand.

The slash was careless, and it seemed to be just a very casual one.

In fact, this is nothing more than Simon's ordinary attack.

It's just that because of the unimaginable kendo after promotion, the power contained in this ordinary slash is terrifying and indescribable.

But on the surface, there was no warning, as if a light wave invisible to the naked eye swept towards the four saints of the demon race in front of him.

The sweeping action was very subtle, although there were many sages in the outside world, except for Chu Tian, who had stepped into the realm of the great sword master, there was definitely no sage below the second causal level who had the slightest sense of this.

Chu Tian, who was the only one who sensed this, shook violently in his heart.

In fact, since the limit of kendo stepped into the level of the avenue of swords, the original concept of kendo in his heart has been completely overthrown, forming a brand new concept that is many times more powerful than before.

However, when he saw Simon's careless slash, the brand-new kendo concept that had begun to be constructed in his heart began to collapse again.

"It's... No way, the sword can still be used like this. I... It's really a lifetime of sword cultivation in vain, no, it's not just me, the one who comprehends this layer in this world, he should be the first person in history, and there is absolutely no second person who can compare with him in the way of the sword. Everyone is too far behind. ”

Chu Tianyin's pupils widened suddenly.

When he hadn't entered the avenue before, Yu Chen came to Ximen to learn, and his kendo concept was first subverted by Yu Chen, and then subverted by Ximen again, only to be amazed.

But at that time, what kind of cultivation was Chu Tian, what realm?

Now, what kind of cultivation is Chu Tian, what realm?

At this time, his cultivation is only the last step away from the causal level, in the way of the sword, as early as two years ago when he entered the saint to step into the sword avenue level, in the past two years with many demon saints, the demon clan struggle, tempered thousands of times, the strength of the two years ago I don't know how many times improved.

In this case, Ximen's kendo can still give him a subversive and breathtaking feeling of three views, which shows how terrifying the other party's kendo is.

"This..."

Yu Chen, who was still worried about Ximen's situation, couldn't help but have a loud bang in his mind, at this time, he forgot everything, he couldn't see the whole world in his eyes, he could only see that one of the causes and effects was absolutely imperceptible, but in the eyes of a kendo immersor like him, it was flawless, without a trace of flaws.

Before Simon took out his sword, the dark light cocoon that layer of the Dark Grail had done everything he could to form was still so deep-rooted.

But the moment he took out his sword, when the sword path in the silent state in his body began to operate, the dark light cocoon trembled slightly, and it disappeared inch by inch as if it was overwhelmed.

Simon didn't have the slightest hint of anything against it.

Just swing the sword and slash at the four saints of the demon race.

But at the moment when the sword was released, because he couldn't withstand the shock of his sword run, it was naturally annihilated inch by inch.

Who would have thought that this imprisonment, which even the plague demons and other demon saints found extremely tricky, would be so fragile in front of Simon?

Although ordinary sages are still in the clouds, they can't see the reality of this sword at all.

However, the plague demon and the others were not ordinary saints, not only at the causal level, but also at the top of this layer, and they all felt the deadly threat from this seemingly simple slash, so they didn't dare to have the slightest reservation, and they all sacrificed their strongest means.

I saw the plague demon shouting violently, the scepter in his hand danced, and a green point of light appeared on the top of the scepter.

The point of light swirled around the tip of the scepter like a ravenous monster.

Dripping turning.

The plague demon has poured his life's work into it.

The power of the vast heavens and the earth is infused into it.

The point of light eventually turned into a distemper-green skull the size of a normal human head.

Above the green skull, there seems to be a terrifying flow of cause and effect.

The moment the skull was formed, the world around him was green, as if infected by the plague.

The Evil Emperor looked terrified, but he mobilized the strength of his whole body and the power of heaven and earth, and in an instant, he mobilized all the energy he could mobilize and condensed it into his right hand, which had been caged in his sleeve.

The right hand caged in the sleeve is abruptly deep, the slender five fingers are arrogant, as if there is a boundless evil aura condensed on it, and the back of his hand forms a series of emperor-like noble lines, a palm is slapped out, the palm print rises in the wind, the evil qi covers the sky, and the clouds cover the sun and shoot out angrily, and it really has a terrifying power that can be shattered even by heaven and earth.

The giant skeleton stabbed out the bone spear in his hand with all his might, and under this gun, it seemed to contain an incomparable cold mang, and the cold mang contained the taste of death, which made people's hearts palpitate, even the rules of heaven and earth, and the cause and effect above the rules, but all those who were involved in the wind of the gun were annihilated inch by inch.

Batian didn't dare to slack off, he stretched out his right hand, clenched his fingers into a fist, and the holy power around his body worked, and waves of tidal power of heaven and earth condensed.

Shinto Annihilation Fist.

The tidal power of heaven and earth condensed into a meteorite-like fist mark under his fist.

In the fist seal, it seems to contain all the mysteries of the Shinto in the six realms of reincarnation.

The last strong man, the Evil Emperor

The green skull of the plague demon, the palm print of the evil emperor, the bone spur of the giant skull, and the Divine Dao Annihilation Fist of the Tyranny did not dare to have the slightest reservation, and they were brazenly released.

It collided with Simon like an invisible sword.

There were no terrifying fluctuations, and they swept away like storms and tornadoes.

However, when the sword slashed by, all was silent.

The green skull, the emperor's palm print that obscured the clouds and the sun, the bone spurs that were enough to annihilate cause and effect and shatter the void, and the fist marks like meteorites destroying the world, were all annihilated inch by inch.

At the same time, as if implicated, the causal power of the three demon clans, the plague demon, the evil emperor, and the giant skeleton, all trembled slightly, and they were immediately annihilated inch by inch under the terrifying gaze of many demon saints.

After counting the breaths, there was only one breath left.

The Breath soon lay dying.

The Dark Grail is revealed.

There is a dark force left in the three holy breaths, and it is necessary to force it to continue its life.

However, those three holy breaths were completely annihilated after all.

The Void Mirror projected by the Dark Grail was also shattered piece by piece.

Batian was also spurting blood from his mouth and was hit hard, he looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief, staring at Simon in horror.

Simon was not moved in the slightest, and his eyes met him with a flat look.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and then they woke up like an electric shock, and the battered night owl howled miserably, and fled in the direction of the demon saints.

The demon saints, many demon clans did not react, and stared at Simon incredulously.

As if I couldn't believe my eyes.

The Dark Holy Grail suppressed it with all its might, and the four causal powers joined forces, but they were defeated by the other party's sword.

Under the incredulous gaze, Simon moved.

He held a black broadsword, his eyes were indifferent, without the slightest emotion, the tip of the sword pointed to the ground, his white clothes fluttered, and he continued to walk in one step.

The pace is as steady as ever.

In the cold night breeze with a slightly fishy smell here, the saints of both the mainland camp and the demon camp felt that this man in white clothes and with a cold bearing seemed to walk like a banner that would never fall.

It seemed that the entire Dark Abyss couldn't stop him.