In fact, the blood demon man's deterrent power is greater than his actual combat power. To put it bluntly, it is used to scare people, and it is unrealistic to expect him to turn the tables. What's more, most of the Demon Gate is watching, and when the situation is clear, they choose to take sides.

In fact, for most people in the Demon Gate, it doesn't matter who is the master of the door, they all do the same thing. They believe in the Demon Lord, and the master of the door is just a character representing the Demon Lord, and whoever is in charge is the same. If you hurriedly choose to take sides, if you choose the wrong one and take your own life, wouldn't it be extremely wronged?

In this way, they are not wall-to-wall grass, they just don't want to fight. Of course, it cannot be ruled out that some people are waiting for the price to sell, but they misexpect their importance in Xiong Heng's heart. Whether they are or not has nothing to do with the overall situation, but just a little bit of leveling in numbers. After all, on Xiong Heng's side, except for Ling Huheng, who invited to help with the fist, the rest of the people were all loyal members back then. And the new generation of demon disciples, no one dares to resolutely choose Xiong Heng.

Xiong Heng was also very emotional: "His grandmother's, how could Lao Tzu ever treat any disciple badly back then? Why is no one coming to vote today? Is Lao Tzu's name so unusable?"

Complaining is complaining, the facts are in front of him, Xiong Heng can only pinch his nose and admit it, who told him that he has been lagging behind for more than 40 years? If he is backward, he will be beaten, this sentence is a wise saying. In the world of cultivating immortals, it is still possible to speak with your fists, after all, it has an effect.

Just when all Xiao Li's henchmen went up to fight hard, Ling Hu Heng had already successfully rounded the back of the Blood Demon with the help of everyone's blocking. And the Blood Demon Man was still looking for Ling Huheng's traces everywhere, but he couldn't find it for a long time, and he couldn't help but be ferocious. Catch a Demon Sect disciple and tear it in half! The Blood Demon frantically threw the corpse aside. A beastly roar.

Bloody scenes, a combination of gore and rage. Not only did it deter Feng Leiyu and others, but even Xiao Li's henchmen had a feeling of sadness for the death of a rabbit and a fox. That Demon Sect disciple was not Xiong Heng's person! For a while, no one dared to approach the Blood Demon Body. Even the disciples of the Demon Sect who were watching took a few steps back in fear, and some of the timid ones even rose into the air in fright. Fly high, afraid of harming the pond fish.

The Blood Demon even killed himself, which has chilled the hearts of many people. Some of Xiao Li's henchmen took advantage of the chaos of the scene to blend in with the disciples who were watching. Hide your figure. They have been frightened, where do they dare to fight? A person who is accidentally torn into pieces of meat, who can reason with them?

Xiao Li didn't notice this detail, he was forced by Xiong Heng to be in a hurry, he was too busy to take care of himself, where did he care about other things? The miserable white glow emitted by the "White Bone Nether Bead" penetrated into the black spiritual power cover that was already too small to be smaller, Xiao Li was already exhausted, not to mention Xiong Heng's strength there. Even if Xiao Li cultivated for a few more years, he would not be his opponent. "If it weren't for the cheap woman who fled without permission, would this seat have been humiliated today?" Xiao Li thought hatefully, his eyes couldn't help but drift to the battlefield on Ling Huheng's side. But he found that Ling Huheng was gone, and he couldn't help but be shocked: "Where is that kid? Could it be that Ah Yan has already killed him?"

He was distracted, Xiong Heng immediately sensed it. How could the experienced Xiong Heng let go of this opportunity? The "White Bone Nether Bead" was suddenly sacrificed and slammed into the "Demon Demon Fire Certificate". And Xiong Heng's palm had already been imprinted on Xiao Li's chest.

"Heavenly Devil's Hands" !!

This is the compulsory palm technique of the Demon Gate Master, and it is also the first-class palm technique of the immortal cultivation world!

Of course Xiao Li will!

At this time, Xiao Li was no longer allowed to make any thoughts. The conditioned reflex is average, and he also waved the same palm!

The palms intersect and there is an earth-shattering roar!

Xiao Li was in a hurry to deal with it, and he lacked the time to use his spiritual power with all his strength, where could he compare to Xiong Heng's palm? Immediately, he was shocked by this palm and injured his meridians, spit out a mouthful of blood, staggered under his feet, and took five or six steps back before stabilizing his body.

Xiong Heng was unforgiving, palm after palm, Xiao Li didn't even have a chance to breathe, he was forced to only parry, and he had no strength to fight back.

And Ling Hu Heng successfully went around the back of the Blood Demon Man and shouted, and the Blood Demon Man reacted quickly. But if you have a calculation or not, how can you escape the long-planned blow of Ling Hu Heng?

I saw that the "Wufeng" fairy sword slashed fiercely, hitting the "Baihui Acupoint" on the top of the blood demon's head!

The blood demon was able to jump out of a step, but he was hit so hard that the whole person was stunned, and a stream of black demon blood overflowed the top of his head, the corners of his eyes, nostrils, mouth, and ears, which looked so weird.

"Baihui Acupoint" is really the door of the Blood Demon Man!

Ling Hu Heng was not mistaken, the door of the Blood Demon has been hit hard, and the Blood Demon Dafa is about to be cracked!

The Blood Demon Man suddenly let out a long smile and said, "Linghu Heng, I have once again been defeated by you!"

Ling Huheng was taken aback: "You ......"

Blood Demon Man, oh no, it should be Xiao Yan, he said lonely: "The Blood Demon Dafa has been broken, and I can't escape death, and restoring my consciousness is the precursor to death." But I'm not reconciled, I have a chance to defeat you, why do I lose in your hands again and again? I don't accept it, I don't accept it!"

Ling Huheng looked at Xiao Liwolf's appearance, and his tattered face couldn't see the slightest hint of grace in the past, but a little more pitiful. Ling Hu Heng felt for a while: "The so-called success and defeat of the king is this truth." You had a great opportunity, as the son of the master of the Demon Gate, you could practice the Demon Gate classics at will, but you gave up the waste, and you didn't regret it. And I haven't stopped moving forward. Probably, that's the gap between us!"

Xiao Yan suddenly smiled and said: "Ling Huheng, you are worthy of being my biggest enemy, and I Xiao Yan has been unjustly defeated." But you and I are both the same kind of people, I am a poor person, how can you not be? I will go first, waiting for you on the Yellow Spring Road, I think, in the Netherworld, maybe we can be friends......"

The more Xiao Yan spoke, the quieter he became, and then his head hung down, and he was already silent. Ling Hu Heng watched the death of the great enemy, but there was no sense of relief in his heart, but even heavier: "You can be liberated, but I still need to go to hell!"

Xiao Yan was enlightened before he died, but it was too late. Xiao Li saw Xiao Yan die, grief-stricken, and let out a long howl, like a night owl, like an ape, even if Xiong Heng had a palm print on his chest, he didn't resist, but his expression had a sense of relief.

Xiong Heng hurriedly withdrew eighty percent of his strength, but Xiao Li was determined to die, dispersed the spiritual power of protecting the body, and was hit by this palm and turned over a few somersaults and fell to the ground. He vomited two mouthfuls of blood, and could even see fragments of internal organs. He didn't wipe the blood from his mouth, and began to drag his stump to Xiao Yan, with a wry smile on his lips: "Yan'er, how can your father let you walk in front, waiting for your father, I'm going to find you......" The resolute eyes, the resolute look, the cold as a bear Heng couldn't bear to chase anymore, fell behind Xiao Li, and looked at this qiē expressionlessly.

Ling Hu Heng looked at this qiē in a daze, as if he had knocked over the five-flavor bottle in his heart, and he didn't know what it tasted like for a while. (To be continued......)