Taking a puff of old cigarette and exhaling half disdain and half majesty, the middle-aged man said slowly: "Why did the Feng Palace Lord say this, under Zhang Simao's command, above one yuan, there is no possibility of doing such a thing." ”

"Tens of thousands of black-clothed people appeared on the battlefield, scattered everywhere, regardless of friend or foe, all of them were killed. Feng Jiuxiao's anger rested for a while, and his tone was calm.

Zhang Simao held his pipe and narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he remembered the young man who had been in retreat for ten years after letting his son go back, and seemed to remember the scene when a generation of sword immortals came with a divorce letter in hand. A figure jumped out of his mind—Wu Qiutian.

Wumen is still black, and the sky is also black, which he asked clearly when he came to Kyushu, the demon clan and Wu Qiutian have a common hatred, and the human race, whether it is Daomen or Tianwolf Palace, has a dislike with Wu Qiutian, if you don't take advantage of the fire to rob at this time, it will not be Wu Qiutian's character.

"Have you ever thought that there is one person who wants you and me to fight the most?" Zhang Simao said with a smile.

Feng Jiuxiao frowned slightly, suddenly thought of someone, and blurted out: "Wu Qiutian!"

"Yes, it's Wu Qiutian, I think he should still be on the battlefield at the moment, if the Feng Palace Lord has an idea, he should be able to find his traces. "It is the best choice to let Feng Jiuxiao clean up the portal, after all, the former Heaven Breaker also had the experience of staying in the Jiuli Mountain Range.

Feng Jiuxiao knew that this was the other party's method of agitation, but he still chose to fall into the trap, and the relationship between him and Wu Qiutian was no longer a simple grudge that could be explained, they were mortal enemies, mortal enemies who could never be reconciled. Now that the victory of the war with the demons is in sight, Feng Jiuxiao can't care about so much human friendship, and he will kill Wu Qiutian.

A lone figure flew out from the Heavenly Wolf Palace, someone from the demon clan saw it, but the person didn't move, they saw in the distance Wu Qiutian and other black-clothed people who suddenly mixed in, but these people, whether they were demons or humans, would kill mercilessly, so that they temporarily suppressed the idea of doing something.

Sensing that something was wrong, Wu Qiutian began to change his strategy and summoned others to attack one side temporarily.

Only in this way can the contradictions between the demons and the human race be completely intensified.

The man in black began to target the demons, and the man in red began to target the man in black, but not the man in black with a broken word embroidered on his chest.

The casualties on both sides are slowly expanding, and for the time being, the demon clan has the upper hand, not to mention the hundreds of thousands of thunder tribulation Shura who have participated in the battle of the Shura clan, and the original strength of the Heavenly Wolf Palace is not comparable to the demon camp that has summoned all the demons.

This time Wu Qiutian didn't use a sword, the battle in the air was handed over to the blood python, and the battle on the ground was his business, Wu Xi condensed the sword, and several people fell to the ground in a snap of his fingers, and the dead were all insignificant little people, but it was enough to deter a coward, but there were too few cowards in the demon race, and the demons who were not afraid of death would choose to rush forward without hesitation even if they knew that it was a mortal ending, and they simply didn't know whether they were alive or dead.

A vicious wind suddenly hit the back of his head, and two voices came from his ears: "Be careful!"

It was too late to dodge, and he was about to carry it hard by the neck, but there was a soft bang, and the imaginary heavy blow did not fall on Wu Qiutian, a red figure flew out, and Wu Qiutian didn't even have time to tell who that person was, and his backhand was an axe.

The hollow-splitting axe split the air, and after the obvious air flow sank, he saw the killer - Feng Jiuxiao was standing not far in front of him.

The two triangular battle formations quickly moved to the red-clothed man in his hand, and one group picked up the red-clothed man and the other guarded by his side.

Sent to the blood python, the blood python sent a transformed true qi into the body of the red-clothed man, shook his head slightly, and then included the red-clothed man in the small world, and the killing methods became more violent.

Another brother was seriously injured, Wu Qiutian flicked his fingers and hundreds of small swords appeared in his abdomen, and they shot at Feng Jiuxiao's cheek, the wind trick was activated, his body floated up like a fallen leaf, the armor covered his whole body, his eyes became blood-red, and the giant axe crossed his chest, shooting towards Feng Jiuxiao like a sharp arrow.

The giant axe circled and swept towards Feng Jiuxiao's lower plate, Feng Jiuxiao sneered: "Feng Dance Nine Days!"

snatched a soft whip in his hand, and the golden whip wrapped around Wu Qiutian's body, and at the same time, with a wave of his sleeve, he broke the sword qi that had reached his eyes, leaned forward, and probed Wu Qiutian's head with one hand like a wolf's claw.

If this claw is grasped, Wu Qiutian's head is hard, and I am afraid that there will be five more holes. If Feng Jiuxiao was allowed to succeed so easily, Wu Qiutian would not be Wu Qiutian.

His head was tilted at a strange angle, Feng Jiuxiao's claws brushed his face, and just when the claws touched the skin of Wu Qiutian's face, the claws suddenly changed direction, and they grabbed Wu Qiutian's face in a daze.

Wu Qiutian stretched out his hand and patted on the ground, and his body moved back about three feet, and it was this three-foot distance that made Feng Jiuxiao's claws scratch on Wu Qiutian's armor.

The stinging la-la, the unpleasant sound came from the tip of the claw, and the smell of roasted pig's feet penetrated Wu Qiutian's nostrils. Wu Qiutian's backhand was a palm, and this palm really slapped Feng Jiuxiao's shoulder, slapping him around.

There was a stinging pain in his shoulder, Feng Jiuxiao didn't care about it, he flew up and pounced, and the whip made him throw it aside, and he wanted to fight against Wu Qiutian with a pair of claws.

Feng Jue may be okay to deal with other people, but it is still a little not enough to deal with Feng Jiuxiao, his claws seem to have no wind, and Feng Jue has little effect.

The two are entangled together, and the battle situation is already quietly changing, because the people of the blood python keep killing the human race, and the monks who break the sky keep choosing characters like the demon king and demon lord to kill, and the demons above can't wait. They understood that this centaur was not the centaur of the Heavenly Wolf Palace, and they also saw that this centaur was the centaur of Wu Qiutian, but they had to make a move.

The above one-yuan thunder tribulation did not participate in the war for the time being, this is a tacit understanding between the two sides, and there is no agreement.

But now the people of Wu Qiutian have made the demon clan have hundreds of monks above the two-element thunder tribulation, and they can't do anything from the perspective of the demon race;

100,000 Dharma protectors were dispatched in unison, like a black cloud in the sky, and the costumes were colorful, but the demonic energy emanating from the body was black, so the black cloud looked a little terrifying.

The demon clan dispatched more than one yuan, and the human race was naturally not far behind, and the boy who had been watching for a long time gave an order, and nearly 10,000 black-clothed monks rushed to the battle group from another direction.

"Blood python, the wind is tight,!" Wu Qiutian shouted as he entangled with Feng Jiuxiao.

Such a voice is nothing in a noisy war, even if you are a high level of cultivation, it is almost impossible to hear Wu Qiutian's voice alone from the battle of millions of people.

However, not long after Wu Qiutian shouted those words, the blood python suddenly ordered the troops to be withdrawn.

The goal has been achieved, not to leave now, but when.

Feng Jiuxiao shouted: "Hundred claws reincarnation!"

Wu Qiutian smiled: "Laugh at the people, bow down." ”

Almost everyone within a radius of a hundred miles, except for the cultivators who cultivated much higher than him, everyone else was more or less affected by this move.

Some staggered, some staggered, some fell to the ground, some fell to their knees and kowtowed.

Life is full of undoubtedness.

Feng Jiuxiao was also affected by some subtleties, his cultivation was much higher than Wu Qiutian's, otherwise I am afraid that he would now be on his knees begging for mercy like those monks who had several thunder tribulations.

The sting in their souls was a hundred times more painful than the stinging in their bodies, and they wished that Wu Qiutian would be able to kill them right away.

Or, for those monks who were recruited, it was a kind of torture.

"What about the king?" the blood python ran out for a long time only to find that Wu Qiutian had not yet come out.

The bird rode in surprise and said, "Wasn't the king accepted into the small world by you?"

"Damn, the king didn't come out. The blood python was anxious.

"Wait, first find Yu Canghai and ask what is going on, so as not to miss the king's good deeds. "Riding a bird to stop the blood python.

Yu Canghai came out, heard their questioning, and told the grudge between Feng Jiuxiao and Wu Qiutian back then, which inevitably mentioned Wu Shi, who is very likely to be in the Heavenly Wolf Palace now. The blood python pondered for a while and said, "The king may be going to kill that named Feng Jiuxiao, so let's not get involved." Blood drink, you take the bird and the cloud swallowing over, and if a high-ranking monk wants to make a move against the king, you will do it. ”

The bird rider said, "Yes, big brother!"

The battle between Wu Qiutian and Feng Jiuxiao has entered a white heat, Wu Qiutian has several more scars on his body, all of which are caused by Feng Jiuxiao's claws, and Feng Jiuxiao's left arm is broken, and there is also a wound on his right arm.

Feng Jiuxiao stared at Wu Qiutian with glaring eyes: "This time you are dead, I will not let you go again, even if the people from the Daomen want me to let you go, I will definitely not let you go." ”

"Each other, each other. Wu Qiutian smirked.

One move to laugh at the common people made the monks within a radius of a hundred miles turn into a minion who only knew how to grovel, and one move to destroy the sky and kill all the monks within a radius of two hundred miles around.

At the moment, both of them are in a big pit.

The blood python above the pit pretended to fight, but in fact, he had been paying close attention to the changes in the situation below.

Feng Jiuxiao smashed a heavy fist on Wu Qiutian's stomach, beating him to pieces, and slashed Feng Jiuxiao's back with an axe. Both of them have now reached the level of killing 1,000 enemies and losing 800 themselves, and they have no rules or strategies.

In terms of persistence, Wu Qiutian is slightly better, Feng Jiuxiao is old after all, and many places are not as good as Wu Qiutian.

At this time, Feng Jue played its due role, making Feng Jiuxiao more and more tired.

Feng Jiuxiao turned over and wanted to dodge the fist that had reached his eyes, but he didn't expect that Wu Qiutian was just a false move, the punch was not strong at all, but grabbed him by the collar, and then the axe struck and cut off Feng Jiuxiao's head.

Suddenly, a nimble black shadow scurried towards Wu Qiutian.