The Saint Demon Ancestor's eyes were trembling, and he couldn't believe his eyes.
The power used by An Wufeng turned out to be the Wings of Death.
The legendary Five Asura Forbiddens, two of which had not appeared for millions of years, actually appeared on the same day. This made the Saint Demon Patriarch not horrified.
He never thought that the Shura warriors who entered the Holy Demon Secret Realm this time would be so talented.
At this time, the crowd's eyes were also trembling, with disbelief written on their faces.
When An Wufeng's Deathwing appeared, everyone felt an even stronger blood flow.
The restlessness this time was even more terrifying than when Guihuang Wujiang used the Hand of Destruction.
It is obvious that the power used by An Wufeng at this moment is a bloodline power that is not weaker than the Hand of Destruction.
Everyone's eyes were trembling, they had no idea that the Shura clan had such terrifying bloodline power.
"Huh?" High in the sky, Guihuang Wujiang felt the terrifying aura coming from the Wings of Death. His eyes couldn't help but condense, and there was unconcealable panic on his face.
"Your Highness Mozi, your hand of destruction can suppress Shura's killing seal, but it is absolutely impossible to suppress this prince's wings of death!" At the same moment, An Wufeng's voice sounded, with a low and chilling aura, resounding throughout the room.
In the void.
The Wings of Death and the Hand of Destruction are both Shura's Five Forbidden Rules. They do not absolutely suppress each other, but restrain each other.
Just like the blood strength of the two sides, there is almost no difference between them, so they are considered to be equally matched.
But now, An Wufeng's Wings of Death are obviously stronger than Guihuang Wujiang's Hand of Destruction.
More importantly, Guihuang Wujiang had just used the Hand of Destruction, which consumed too much power.
It is simply impossible for him to confront An Wufeng at this time!
"Such a good hand of destruction is really wasted on you." An Wufeng smiled coldly, and then his wings shook, and suddenly a terrifying death hurricane appeared in the void, roaring, and the overwhelming momentum swept everything,
Blast towards the ghost wilderness.
The crowd's eyes were trembling, showing intense heat and madness.
The battle before them was beyond their imagination.
"Boom! Chi chi chi..." The next moment, the shadow of the destruction gun and the death hurricane collided together. The void trembled, the heaven and earth were solemn, the space trembled, and the endless wild waves exploded, surging in all directions, extremely violent.
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In an instant, the figures of An Wufeng and Guihuang Wujiang were submerged.
High in the sky, you can only see the terrifying power raging, and no human beings can be seen at all.
Everyone looked up to the sky, not daring to blink.
Nie Tian frowned, his face not pretty.
In fact, at the moment of the collision, he could see that An Wufeng's momentum was obviously stronger than that of Guihuang Wujiang.
There was an ominous premonition in his heart, and this premonition was getting stronger and stronger.
After a long time, the wild waves in the sky dissipated, the space gradually became clear, and two figures appeared, it was Guihuang Wujiang and An Wufeng.
But at this time, the situation of the two people was completely different.
Gui Huang Wujiang was covered in blood, and his entire body was trembling, as if a broken leaf in the strong wind was about to be torn to pieces at any time.
An Wufeng, on the other hand, was unscathed and had a playful look on his face.
Obviously, in the head-on confrontation, Guihuang Wujiang was defeated, and it was defeated miserably.
His strength was not as good as An Wufeng's, and he had consumed too much power before, so his defeat was not surprising.
An Wufeng is an eighth-level pseudo-sage strongman, and coupled with the power of Deathwing's bloodline, the ordinary ninth-level pseudo-sage strongman is no match for him.
"Your Majesty, Demon Son, you endured the attack of Deathwing head-on, and you are still alive. This really amazes me." An Wufeng smiled coldly and spoke with a playful look on his face.
"As long as I live, I must defeat you!" Guihuang Wujiang suddenly raised his head and spoke in a deep voice, with murderous intent rolling in his slightly red eyes.
At this time, he only had one belief in his heart: he must not lose!
For the honor of the Rakshasa clan and the future of the Rakshasa clan, even if he risked his life, he would never lose!
"Really?" An Wufeng smiled coldly, his eyes were low and contemptuous, and he laughed loudly: "Why do I think you are going to give in?"
He saw Guihuang Wujiang's determination, but he still mocked him, which was really vicious.
"Oops!" Nie Tian's eyes narrowed and his face couldn't help but change.
Guihuang Wujiang has no intention of admitting defeat, but there is no point in continuing to fight.
It is impossible for Guihuang Wujiang to defeat An Wufeng, and continuing to fight will only make this battle more tragic and tragic.
"I, Guihuang Wujiang, must not lose!" Guihuang Wujiang roared, his eyes suddenly trembled, and his trembling body suddenly shook. Suddenly, a huge amount of blood rose into the sky, and the surrounding space was immediately filled with dripping liquid.
The smell of blood.
"Your Majesty the Devil!" When the Rakshasa clan saw this scene, their eyes suddenly trembled and they exclaimed.
They did not expect that in order to continue fighting, Guihuang Wujiang would ignite his own blood and even damage his own martial arts foundation.
"Huh?" Nie Tian's eyes also trembled, his expression moved.
At this moment, the ghosts in the wilderness are really fighting desperately!
He tried his best for the Rakshasa clan!
Behind him is the shame of the Rakshasa clan for countless years.
Behind him are the people of the Rakshasa clan!
Behind him is the dignity of the Rakshasa clan!
At this time, how could he take even half a step back!
"This..." Guihuang Wujiang's actions made the Holy Demon Ancestor frown, his face froze, and he was speechless.
He didn't expect that Guihuang Wujiang could achieve this step!
"His Royal Highness Mozi, your integrity deserves to be taken seriously by this prince." At this moment, An Wufeng's eyes darkened, and the previous amusement was no longer on his face, replaced by a cold and solemn expression.
"From the moment I, Guihuang Wujiang, the Rakshasa clan will no longer be slaves!" Guihuang Wujiang roared, his eyes were red, like a wild beast, extremely ferocious.
The Rakshasa clan will never be slaves again!
Ling Ran's voice resounded through the void, making people's blood boil!
"Kill!" The next moment, Guihuang Wujiang roared violently, raised the anti-god Rakshasa high, and released a series of seals of destruction with his hands of destruction. Under the stimulation of blood, terrifying power exploded.
"Boom!" Immediately, the Anti-God Rakshasa stabbed out fiercely, causing the void to tremble, and a bloody gun shadow violently shot out, oppressing the void, and blasted towards An Wufeng.
An Wufeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression changed accordingly.