Ling Luo, who was watching the battle closely on the hilltop in the distance, was suddenly frightened, and his face turned pale as death.
If Yu was hit in the head by such a powerful magic weapon, even if he had a thousand lives, it wouldn't be enough!
Ling Luo opened her red lips and shouted her husband's name.
But at this moment, Xuanyuan Yu in the purgatory battlefield suddenly opened his eyes. Demonic flames that destroyed the world and destroyed the world burst out from his eyes like black holes. The dark demonic energy followed his demonic pupils and instantly converged on the
On top of the broken blade.
"The third magic seal, fully open!"
With a sharp roar, Xuanyuan Yu raised his broken sword to block it, and blocked the attack of Wind Breath Divine Tears.
The blade of Duanrenwangtian, with the third demonic seal fully opened, widened in an instant. The blade was awe-inspiring, filled with demonic aura, and the demonic sharp light was drawn out, heading towards the banner of Juehe.
Divine soldiers attack each other, the strong one is the king!
Xuanyuan Yu put all the dark evil energy hidden in his body on this knife, making a desperate move!
There was a loud "boom" sound.
The dark demonic energy surged, shrouding the former lord and deputy lord of the demon world within it, and the sharp black light from Wantian broke through the green light blown by the tears of the God of Wind and Breath.
Ancient magic.
Too much magic.
In the end, the magic weapon of the Deputy Lord of the Demon Realm cannot compete with the Demon Sword of the Dark Lord, which dominated the world and created countless myths.
So what about heaven?
The dark lord's magic sword can act arbitrarily without any scruples in front of the sky!
On the purgatory battlefield, the tremors of the earth and the surge of magma gradually stopped, and the dark demonic energy that enveloped Xuanyuan Yu and Jue He also gradually dissipated.
"Click"
There was a crisp sound.
The supreme magic weapon of the demonic world, Wind Breath Divine Tears, was cut into two pieces under the demonic sword Wantian.
On the top of Jue He's head, a bloodstain was slashed from the center.
His eyes widened in disbelief, and he looked at the man in front of him with all his eyes.
"How is it possible..."
He couldn't believe the fact that he had been defeated.
Blood flowed out continuously along the blood mark on his head, and the dark tentacles densely covered on his face seemed to have lost their vitality and gradually stopped twisting.
Divine consciousness is destroyed.
Jue He's body, transformed by his spiritual consciousness, gradually became transparent, starting from his feet, and turned into dots of crystal light, gradually dissipating and disappearing.
"No!" He looked ferocious and roared in pain.
"I don't accept it! I don't accept it! It's just the third demon seal, why? Why?!"
The long and unwilling roar resounded in the sky, shrill and lonely.
Xuanyuan Yu was breathing deeply, with sweat all over his head. The blow just now had exhausted all the energy in his body.
The result of severe overdraft is dizziness, and it is very difficult to even stand up.
The corners of his lips raised a satisfactory arc, and he muttered a name silently: "Luo'er..."
His body fell softly, losing all consciousness, and fell rapidly from mid-air. The magic sword Wangian in his hand also returned to the form of a broken sword, separated from his hand, and fell straight down.
Go down.
Jianlong woke up from the extreme shock of Xuanyuan Yu defeating Jue He, jumped up, and swam quickly in the direction of Xuanyuan Yu, catching his body steadily just before he fell to the ground.
Jianlong gasped, his heart almost jumped out of his throat, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he said: "If you fall to death, how will I explain to Xiaoluo?"
At this time, a black vortex gradually condensed on the Nine Heavens, constantly rotating and growing larger, corresponding to Xuanyuan Yu and Jianlong.