The two clans have been fighting for who knows how many millions of years, so Xing Tian naturally knows Teng Yun's natal magical power.

Under the driving natal rune, he can completely hide his figure without revealing the slightest breath.

Paired with his magic weapon, the Life-Destroying Needle, it can perfectly assassinate the opponent.

There was a fog in front of him, and Xing Tian carefully defended himself.

When you reach the level of a great witch, you can tell the difference between life and death in an instant, and there is no room for carelessness!

Teng Yun patiently approached Xing Tian quietly, looking for an opportunity to strike.

As the number one assassin of the demon clan, as many as 30 great witches died under his hands.

Today, another name will be added to his assassination list, Xing Tian!

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, Teng Yun slowly turned behind Xing Tian, ​​and slowly stabbed his back with the life-threatening needle in his hand.

The deadly needle is made from the thorns on his nose. It is extremely hard and good at breaking defenses.

No matter how powerful Xing Tian is, the shield still can't stop the sneak attack of the deadly needle.

He watched as the fatal needle slowly penetrated the shield and stabbed towards Xing Tian's heart.

Teng Yun's eyes were full of surprise, it was so relaxing!

A stupid witch will always be a stupid witch, and he won't even feel if his shield is pierced.

The great witches who were assassinated by him before all died under his lethal needle without realizing it!

The life-threatening needle continued to move forward, and when it was about to come into contact with Xing Tian's skin, Teng Yun's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

"die……"

His arm suddenly exerted force, and the life-threatening needle stabbed hard.

puff……

At this moment, Teng Yun felt a chill in his waist and lost all strength.

He looked down in horror. A red line suddenly appeared on his waist, and his upper body slowly slid to the ground.

Until this moment, he still didn't believe that he had been tricked: "It's impossible..."

"Everything is possible!"

Xing Tian casually swept away the axe, and Teng Yun's head flew up.

Teng Yun, who was blindly confident, underestimated Xing Tian's cultivation and treated him as an ordinary witch.

The result was that the moment he appeared behind Xing Tian, ​​Xing Tian had already locked onto him.

Inadvertently, Teng Yun was cut into two pieces with an axe!

Grabbing Teng Yun's head and raising it high, Xing Tian looked up to the sky and roared: "Kill the demon..."

"Kill the demon! Kill the demon! Kill the demon!..."

More than 90 million witch soldiers excitedly waved their weapons and rushed toward the demon soldiers in overwhelming numbers.

The demon soldiers lost their leader, their morale plummeted, and they fled behind them desperately.

It was another heart-pounding victory. The Wu clan wiped out more than 30 million demon clan with only three million casualties.

Three of the four demon saints were also hacked to death, and only Huang Bing was left to cut off his tail and survive, and managed to escape with his life.

Worried that the demon tribe would send out masters to encircle and suppress them, Jiu Feng persuaded Xing Tian to withdraw his troops and return to the underworld: "We have killed more than 60 million demons and only suffered tens of millions of casualties. Let's just accept it as soon as possible?"

How could Xing Tian, ​​who was so eager to kill, agree to withdraw his troops: "Huh! Last time the demon clan took advantage of the spiritual liquid and killed so many witches, we must pay with blood!"

Jiufeng urged anxiously: "But, what if the Demon Emperor takes action?"

"What's so scary about a mere Demon King? Leave everything to me! Let's go and kill the next city!"

Xingtian was completely immersed in the joy of victory and couldn't listen to Jiufeng's opinion at all.

He led the army and continued to sweep the next demon city.

The news spread to heaven, finally angering Demon Emperor Taiyi.

"Xingtian is not worthy of me to take action. Demon Master Kunpeng, Demon Saint Ji Meng, Yingzhao, Jiuying, and Gui Che, go and chop off his head!"

"I will obey the Demon Emperor's order!"

The five named people accepted the Demon Emperor's order and led 100 million demon elites to defeat Xingtian's army.

The demon master Kunpeng was incredibly fast. He used the Demon Palace to lead his army on the road and caught up with Xing Tian in just a quarter of an hour.

"Bold Xingtian, how dare you cross the line and kill my demon clan, today is the day you die!"

One hundred million elite demon clan members suddenly appeared on the battlefield, shocking Xing Tian.

No matter how hard Xing Tian fought, he still realized that something was wrong.

The demon clan sent out the heavenly garrison. The real elites of the demon clan were at least demon generals.

The ordinary witch soldiers brought by Xing Tian would only be crushed to death when encountering them, leaving them with no power to fight back.

Only by dispatching the ancestral witch personal guards can we compete with them!

"Go back to Jianmu, go back to Jianmu immediately..."

Xing Tian yelled at the top of his lungs to retreat, never daring to act like a hero again.

These witch soldiers are all elites of the Xingtian tribe, and every one of them is counted as one if they can escape back.

Demon Master Kunpeng laughed loudly: "Want to run away? Kill them all, leaving no one behind!"

After saying that, Kunpeng took the lead in attacking Xingtian.

Ji Meng rushed forward: "Xingtian, you can't leave alive today!"

When Zixiao Palace heard about it, Kunpeng was a master who was qualified to grab a front-row seat.

At that time, Xingtian was only qualified to stand in the back row.

The demon master Kunpeng alone can challenge Xingtian, and with Ji Meng, the leader of the ten demon saints, Xingtian still has the ability to help his people?

Poor Jiufeng has become a scapegoat. Under the siege of the three demon saints Yingzhao, Jiuying and Guiche, he has to find a way to break out with his men.

In a one-on-one challenge against any Demon Saint, Jiu Feng is sure to win.

But faced with the siege of the three demon saints, Jiu Feng was so tortured that she almost cried.

There were numerous cuts on her fair body, and the most serious one almost removed half of her arm.

Jiufeng, covered in blood, gritted his teeth and tried his best to cover the retreat of the Wu tribe.

If it hadn't been for pouring spiritual liquid to replenish mana, Jiufeng would never have survived the Jianmu Passage.

The three-thousand-mile road leading to Jianmu was covered with the corpses of witch soldiers, extending all the way to the shield.

Xingtian and Jiufeng, who were covered with injuries, stubbornly blocked the demon clan's pursuing soldiers until all the witch soldiers entered the passage.

Xingtian tried his best to strike the strongest axe, imitating Pangu's Kaitian axe.

This ax carried a mysterious Taoist aura and floated towards Kunpeng and others like a breeze, scaring them so much that they stepped back.

"Walk……"

Xing Tian pulled Jiufeng, and the two rushed into the shield without looking back.

Kunpeng chased after him outside the shield, hesitated before waving his hand and shouting to stop.

"Stop! This month is for the Wu Clan, we must not violate the rules, lest we be trapped and die in the realm!"

As the number one runner in the world, Kunpeng would never take any risks.

Even if he could kill Xing Tian if he chased her in, he would definitely not go in!

This battle killed more than 60 million witches, which was enough for him to go back and do business.

"Victory in this battle, cut off the heads of all the cheap witches, bring them back to heaven and revive them, let's go..."

After escaping into Jianmu's Xingtian, my intestines were filled with regret, and I was immersed in self-blame along the way.

"My fault, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have been so arrogant that I didn't withdraw my troops..."

Now that the matter has come to this, Jiu Feng is so sad that he is too lazy to blame Xing Tian.

If a witch cannot be resurrected from death, what's the use of scolding him?

When they came to the entrance of the underground passage, Jiu Feng accidentally left Xing Tian alone and walked to the toll cabin alone.

"You go back to heal your wounds first. I'll go find Lu Xinghe and find a way to get some more spiritual liquid."

Xing Tian believed it was true and left, taking the remaining tribesmen back to the tribe.

Jiufeng sighed deeply and knocked on the door of the toll station.

She suddenly felt very tired and wanted someone to rely on.
Chapter completed!