She displayed ancient Chinese martial arts skills like clouds and flowing water. These graceful movements and powerful moves made the Demon King dizzy and tired of dealing with them. Coupled with Feng Tianche interfering beside him, all of a sudden,
The Demon King looked quite embarrassed.
"It's because of you that we humans are in the most profound crisis. Now you die!" Leng Meiying stepped on the seven-star step, held the power of eight directions in the palm, and spread the nine-way power of the sword. Every move, every move, is
It is so powerful and majestic that it feels like there is a mountain behind her as a backing.
The Demon King was angry. He had never been stared at like this before, especially when the other person was a woman. This was particularly unacceptable to him.
Roaring and howling, Lord Demon King wanted to fight back against Leng Meiying with a violent attack like wind and rain. However, in terms of skills, what he was proud of was eaten alive by Leng Meiying.
If you have strength, you cannot send it out, and if you send it out, you are unable to do so.
It can be said that this is the most aggrieved time the Demon King has experienced in so many battles.
"Smelly woman, you've pissed me off, roar!" The Demon King suddenly swung the black blade towards Feng Tianche, just in time to meet a terrifying force from Feng Tianche.
"Dang!" The black blade was bounced back.
At this time, Lord Demon King raised his arms fiercely and screamed wildly. The muscles that had already exploded once again exploded into more protruding pieces of meat. The black muscles were like steel, withstanding the force.
Killed Leng Meiying's knife.
The blade was still sharp, and the Demon King's muscles, which were ten times harder than steel, were still unable to withstand the blade's cutting. Suddenly, a gash more than a foot long appeared on his chest.
But Leng Meiying couldn't make any further progress at this time. A destructive force struck from Lord Demon King's body indiscriminately in all directions.
Leng Meiying's chest felt as if it had been hit by a battering ram. The chest suffered a huge force, and an unspeakable pain shot through her chest, the pain was bone-piercing.
His body couldn't help but fly away, but the Demon King was unyielding. He grabbed the black blade that was bounced back by Feng Tianche Island's light, and slashed at Leng Meiying's retreating figure.
The reversal of victory and defeat seemed to happen in just a split second. Leng Meiying, who had the upper hand, suddenly lost.
That alluring figure is like a beautiful flower, flying away in the violent wind and rain. The scene is so pitiful.
Feng Tianche roared and rushed up from behind, holding Leng Meiying's injured figure in his arms. The Shenhuang in his hand flew out with unparalleled sharpness and forced him towards the Demon King.
The Demon King refused to evade, and chopped off his head with the black blade.
"Dang!" A golden sword, a black blade, and two rare magic weapons collided heavily. The golden and black lights intertwined and collided, like two armies fighting together.
, you bite me, I chase you, my momentum is strong.
"Dang, dang, dang, dang!" above the sea, Feng Tianche's muffled voice continued as he clashed with the Demon King with dozens of knives. Because he was holding Leng Meiying in his arms, Feng Tianche's sword moves could not be fully executed.
He let go and was suppressed by the devil for a moment and was at a disadvantage.
Things on the battlefield were changing rapidly. Leng Meiying's loss of judgment caused her to be seriously injured, with several bones in her chest broken.
