The golden demonic thunder was powerful and powerful, and it struck down suddenly, like a scourge from heaven!
The space here was torn into pieces in an instant, but the target appeared ten miles away. Horrible aftershocks shook his clothes, and blood dripped continuously along his body.
It turned out that at the critical moment, Mu Feng successfully used Space Avenue to teleport out, but he was still hit by the demonic lightning, and half of his body became charred, and even left a torn wound on his back.
The wounds were deep enough to show bones, and traces of electric arcs could be faintly seen in between.
Such a terrifying blow could only be executed by Yang Qiyun, the only eighth-level Supreme Realm presenter, but the other demon cultivators also seized the opportunity and swarmed forward.
"He is seriously injured, don't show mercy!"
The other demon cultivators roared and rushed forward, causing Mu Feng to grit his teeth and jump forward to meet them.
A fierce battle between the supreme monks was about to break out. This time both sides fought tooth and nail, especially Mu Feng. The wound was still bleeding, but he had no time to deal with it.
This situation is the most dangerous one he has ever felt. The level of danger is as if all the elders of the Demonic World are coming to surround and kill him!
"Fudo Ming Wang Xiang!"
Mu Feng roared angrily, and a hundred-foot phantom rose up from the ground behind him. The light of the Buddha shone brightly on the majestic and wrathful Dharma Appearance, and the dark demon-subduing pestle slammed the double-headed golden eagle into the ground.
Then he jumped up and punched the bull-headed demon cultivator in front of him.
"Asura Fighting Fist!"
The pure Shura aura burst out from Mu Feng's body, tearing the void apart with terrifying power and immediately swallowing the bull's head!
Before he had time to step back, the mace in Ma Mian's hand had already been smashed down with great force. The mace seemed to contain a huge force, and the surrounding void collapsed one after another.
Facing the attack of the mace, Mu Feng did not dodge at all, but raised his hand and grabbed the mace.
"Is this kid crazy?"
The demon cultivators who were watching the battle in the distance all began to ridicule.
You must know that the bull-headed horse face is also very famous in the entire demon world. Although the two are from different demon clans, they are brothers and have a good understanding.
Although the two of them always appear together, with different bodies and the same mind, the strength of one of them alone is quite terrifying. The power of this blow is extremely shocking. Mu Feng actually wants to block it with one hand?
The next moment, the mace collided hard with Mu Feng's palm. The sharp barb directly penetrated Mu Feng's palm, and Mu Feng was knocked backwards.
With a bang, the air wave suddenly exploded, sounding like thunder.
But this scene made the people watching from a distance widen their eyes and exclaim "impossible" because Mu Feng just slid back a short distance and then stopped.
"Haha, with this little strength, you still dare to call yourself the Demon King?"
Mu Feng's arms were trembling slightly at this moment, and blood was constantly flowing from his hands, but he was still unforgiving. He raised his other hand, stretched out a finger, and suddenly moved forward.
"Demon-destroying finger!"
A dark shadow of a finger suddenly protruded from the void, and instantly penetrated Ma Mian's chest. The protective Saint Yuan was as vulnerable as paper, and blood spurted out.
"How can it be?"
Ma Mian screamed in surprise and quickly backed away despite the severe pain.
Mu Feng originally wanted to rush forward and chase Ma Mian, but now that he could deal with one of them, he would be less stressed.
But as soon as he moved, a golden thunderbolt suddenly struck him.
Click!
The void was torn apart by the monster thunder, and Mu Feng quickly dodged, barely avoiding the blow, but his eyes unconsciously looked at Yang Qiyun in the air.
Among the demon cultivators present, only Yang Qiyun posed the greatest threat to him, and he had rich experience and profound knowledge. If he was not eliminated first, there would be no hope of winning.
As expected, Yang Qiyun blocked him, but within a moment, other demon cultivators rushed forward again.
They all knew that Mu Feng was already injured at this moment, and if it continued, the situation would only get worse and worse, which would be more and more beneficial to them, so they did not dare to give Mu Feng a chance to breathe.
Whoosh!
A scorpion demon cultivator appeared behind Mu Feng like a ghost. A long tail stretched out from his body. There was a dark hook at the end of the tail, which was the scorpion tail.
There was a faint purple light emitting from the scorpion tail, which was obviously poisonous. Even the Demon King would not be able to relax if he was poisoned by him.
"go to hell!"
The scorpion clan demon cultivator cursed, and the scorpion tail turned into a black light and stabbed Mu Feng hard in the back of the heart!
But he didn't expect that Mu Feng suddenly punched forward. After forcing the person in front of him to retreat, he suddenly turned around and grabbed the scorpion tail. Golden light surged crazily in Mu Feng's hand.
"You want to kill me? You are ten thousand years too early!"
Mu Feng gritted his teeth and reprimanded, suddenly grabbing the scorpion tail with both hands, using all the strength in his arms, his body suddenly began to spin, throwing the scorpion demon cultivators into a circle.