The wind, sweeping, is not slow.

Black blood gushed with a violently foul smell, and strangely shaped corpses piled up.

The sky is only a line of paleness, like the bottom of a deep well, and like the whites of the eyes of a strangled man.

The battlefield was very quiet, so Duan Heng's bellows-like breathing sound could also be heard far away.

This is also the only proof that he is still alive.

He didn't know how much time had passed, he didn't know how many demons he had killed, and he didn't know how he had done all this.

There was an emptiness in my mind, just like the shield wind fort at this moment, except for the high platform, the rest of the buildings had already been razed to the ground.

But he also had to admit that he was lucky, because of the relationship of heavenly misfortune, those ancient demons were unwilling to approach and kill him, so when he fought hard a few days ago to kill the last giant demon holding the heavy shield of Xuanwu runes with the Howling Moon Sword, there was no more powerful demon that could shake this high platform.

The rest of the demons, demon corpses, can only attack through this narrow entrance, which is probably the most important reason why he has survived until now.

In the distance, there was a low and strange chewing sound, it was those demons eating, and the food was their dead companions, and now there were not many demons around here, because those ancient demons had already transferred most of their power to other areas of the demon realm, Duan Heng could even imagine the fall of the dungeon, and the situation of the first line of Cangcheng was in an emergency.

Luo Yunrong still hasn't been able to wake up, the legacy of Kunlun and Hanshan must be extraordinary, if you want to integrate it in a short period of time, where is it so easy, although Luo Yunrong is already very good.

The old Kunlun guy can finally die satisfied. His corpse was annihilated along with the entire Shieldwind Fortress.

Only Duan Heng was left struggling to support here, like a lonely traveler in the endless desert.

But now, he didn't have the heart to curse the dead old guy, and he wasn't interested in thinking about whether Luo Yunrong would be able to wake up when he finally fell?

All he longed for most was that the demon's attack would stagnate a little. But apparently, that's not possible.

Even if the number of demons besieging here is very small compared to the overall demon army, there are tens of thousands of them.

If it weren't for the terrain, it would have been enough to destroy everything.

A black shadow moved silently, as if playing a game, but when the shadow was close to the ten zhang of Duan Heng, he was still panting violently, but he was extremely tired, but he suddenly became as strong as a beast, and instantly bounced into the air from the state of kneeling on one knee. In a flash of cold light, a blood-stained ice pick had already pierced heavily, and the next moment, an earth-walking demon corpse was picked up and flew into the air, extremely hideous.

It was like a flood that opened the floodgates, and it was like a harbinger of a landslide, almost instantaneously, in all directions. At least a dozen earth-walking demon corpses sprang out in one go, their sharp claws waving one afterimage after another. Duan Heng was not given any chance to react at all.

This is the Earthly Demon Corpse equivalent to a prince-level immortal cultivator, and it is one of the most difficult melee assassins in the immortal cultivation world.

In the past, Duan Heng had almost died at their hands many times.

"Boom!"

In the midst of the violent collision and cutting sound, three cold ice shields suddenly appeared, forcibly blocking all attacks, taking advantage of this momentary stagnation. Duan Heng's figure suddenly exploded, forming a storm in place.

When the storm stopped, all that could be seen was a flutter of blood from the stumps falling down.

Everything was as if nothing had happened, only Duan Heng's fingertips. A ray of brilliance, a flash.

I don't know how many sneak attacks like this have happened in the past.

Duan Heng was already very accustomed to using the sharpness of the Xiaoyue Sword and his own sensitive sensing to torture and kill these earth-walking demon corpses.

However, this can only be considered an appetizer.

The sound of "whirring" breaking the air suddenly sounded, and a piece of grinding disc-sized, burning boulder was thrown over intensively, this is not an ordinary boulder, but a magic flame stone mined in the depths of underground magma, soaked with a large amount of demonic energy, in an instant, Duan Heng's location burned into a black sea of fire, and the terrifying demonic qi was released in a big way, and in a blink of an eye, it devoured all the fairy qi and evil qi in this range!

That's right, this is simply the Immortal Cultivation Realm's version of the Three Lights Policy.

At the beginning, Duan Heng also thought about arranging a cold ice shield array, cooperating with spiritual sense, to form a home suppression, and then he was slapped in the face at the first time, it was this kind of magic flame stone, it only took one wave to devour everything.

Even if the cold and evil qi in Duan Heng's body is filled again, it can't withstand this terrible consumption!

Now that the entire Shield Wind Castle is up and down, left and right, in an area of hundreds of miles, it is no longer able to absorb any bit of immortal qi and evil qi, and even Duan Heng does not dare to easily use the cold ice evil qi to attack.

This kind of desperate plan is quite ruthless.

Wrong Fei Duan Heng is a sixth-level Qinglong Immortal Ding, who can be self-sufficient, then he would have surrendered a long time ago.

And even so, he had to choose to slowly practice and absorb demonic qi in the battle before, this was the only way to survive, otherwise just fighting against the erosion of demonic qi would be enough for him to drink a large pot.

When the covering attack of the Demon Flame Stone has just ended, in the raging black sea of fire, hundreds of flame monsters swish out, this thing does not belong to the demon, to be precise, it should be regarded as the servant of the ancient demon, or a slave, the size is not large, similar to a human form, and he has lived in the magic fire magma deep underground all his life, with no wisdom, and his combat effectiveness is not very high, and his nature is very similar to the yellow skin raised by the human race on the ground.

However, the most disgusting thing about this thing called fire slaves is that their saliva is very corrosive.

At this time, as soon as these fire slaves appeared, they did not attack Duan Heng, but turned into fleas with amazing bouncing power, and pounced directly on the high platform, and began to lick them frantically.

Who said these demons have well-developed limbs and simple minds?

It's a detour of tactics that they can figure out.

To be honest, Duan Heng would rather face that kind of giant demon than face these fire slaves, but he had no choice at all, if he allowed these fire slaves to wantonly corrupt the high platform, then his persistence would be meaningless.

"Psychic Suppression!"

There was no choice, Duan Heng turned on the spiritual sense suppression, his spiritual sense is indeed very powerful, but it is impossible to carry out the spiritual sense suppression without limit, so since the start of the war, he has wisely chosen not to release the spiritual sense suppression as much as possible, because in this kind of battle where there is no rest at all, if you consume a little spiritual sense, you will have less.

However, as long as the Psionic Suppression is released, the effect will naturally be different.

Almost instantly, the hundreds of fire slaves screamed, and took advantage of this opportunity to throw a dense array of ice spears like lightning, nailing them to the high platform one by one.

But at the same time, an eerie and erratic scream sounded in Duan Heng's ears, ignoring his spiritual sense suppression at all, and even taking advantage of the gap when he released his spiritual sense, he reversed into Duan Heng's mind.

This is the demonic version of the spiritual sense suppression, and the despicable means of preemptive action in the future, the sneak attack is successful!

only had time to secretly scream badly, and then Duan Heng's whole person seemed to be hit hard in the chest by a mountain flying at high speed, with a "buzz", the huge force made his whole body surge in qi and blood, Xianding shook, and he didn't know how many ribs were broken?

"Turning into a dragon!"

"Longyuan Protection!"

In a hurry, Duan Heng's body turned into an ice dragon of more than thirty zhang, but it is a little weird and funny that this originally mighty ice dragon has a huge turtle shell on its back, and it is estimated that a hundred people will laugh crazy fifty pairs when they see it, and if the old guy in Kunlun sees it, he will definitely be angry and cheat the corpse.

However, it is this kind of nondescript combination that has saved Duan Heng many times in the past ten days, and this is indeed a rogue method that makes people grit their teeth with hatred.

At this moment, it was just an instant, Duan Heng's ice dragon body circled back and forth, and it retracted into the huge turtle shell, and then rolled and buckled upside down on the ground, and on the surface of the turtle shell, a series of mysterious runes also lit up, but they were green dragon runes.

"Whoa!"

The earth-shattering roar sounded, and the demon who sneaked up on Duan Heng raised his head to the sky and roared, this demon is extremely strong, and extremely cunning, he is the leader of all the demons here, and his strength should be between the grass head king and the princes, in terms of head-on confrontation, it can completely pinch Duan Heng to death, but every time Duan Heng uses this rogue tactic to make a mess.

At this moment, the demon leader picked up six terrifying scale fists like a large water tank, and banged like a windmill, and smashed into Duan Heng's tortoise shell frantically, just a little bit! This almost tortured the demon leader to madness.

The kind of fist that can almost flatten a mountain in an instant, and it lands on the turtle's shell, as if it is tickling.

And the worst thing is that the turtle shell that Long Yuan turned into was still accumulating, and the demon leader only blasted out less than a hundred punches, and the runes on the turtle shell flashed violently, although the demon leader retreated when he saw the opportunity, and finally took a step too late, and a more terrifying impact force bombarded it in reverse, directly blasting the demon leader hundreds of miles away, and he was definitely seriously injured.

So, the battlefield was quiet again.

This is the one hundred and nineteenth time that a similar duel has been made, and the demon leader has tried almost any means of attack, whether it is a long-range attack, or a close combat, whether it is bombardment with magic, or smashing with a boulder, or with a fist, with teeth, with weapons, or even with a group fight, it is useless, the turtle shell that Long Yuan has transformed can return all attacks intact.

If it weren't for the fact that Duan Heng could only use Long Yuan once every three days, the time it would not last too long each time, and the demon leader would cry to death. (To be continued.) )