Four geniuses from the demon race and four geniuses from the human race from different voids were fighting fiercely.
It can be seen that among the four human races, Zhan Mo is the strongest, followed by Wu Daoyuan. Lu Xiu is on par with Feng Lan, but not much inferior to Wu Daoyuan.
Four against four, fighting endlessly, Namo Yehan stood not far away, with his hands crossed in front of his chest, a look of lofty heights looking down at the world.
Among the four demon clans, Moruo Ye is the weakest, but that is relatively speaking. Feng Lan is facing off against Moro Ye. Feng Lan does not have the advantage, and is even at a disadvantage. He can only fight with Moro Ye.
Luo Ye barely resisted.
Feng Lan practiced leg skills. The muscles of a pair of slender and powerful legs were tight, carrying terrifying strength. They kept popping up, bursting out with astonishing power. The shadows of the legs overlapped and continuously blasted towards Moro Ye.
However, Moro Ye used his fists to blast out, fighting fiercely, breaking the shadow of his legs again and again, gradually forcing Feng Lan back.
Lu Xiu held a stick in his hand, and each stick brought up a heavy stick shadow, which he shot down in the air. His power was powerful and powerful, and his power was amazing. His opponent was the demon clan who fired cold arrows.
Not only does this demon have amazing archery skills, he is not weak at all in close combat, and he will look for opportunities to distance himself and shoot sharp arrows, creating a terrifying threat.
Here, just outside the stone bridge leading in and out of the camp, there were many people coming and going, and everyone stopped to watch the battle.
"Mo Yehan, what's going on?" A demon with an unusually tall body and broad shoulders stepped over, embodying an indescribable domineering power. His expression was cold and dignified.
When Mo Yehan saw this person, his expression tightened, and a hint of fear flashed in his eyes.
"It's nothing, just a few ignorant little caterpillars." Mo Yehan responded with a smile.
"A few small caterpillars are so useless. They are just low-level and medium-level beings, a bunch of waste." The tall demon with a domineering and majestic face frowned, and his tone was full of dissatisfaction.
Born into the demon race, they are high-level beings in the first sequence of voids. They can only face the celestial beings, giants and ancient beasts. They are unable to face the middle and low-level beings in the second sequence of voids and even the third sequence of voids.
Defeat it directly.
Moreover, among many races, it is rated as the most mediocre human race.
What is the most mediocre?
That is, there is no special racial talent.
"Mo Luogu, you are the number one in this clan, of course they can't compare with you." Mo Yehan was so proud that he had to admit the strength and status of the other party.
Morogu!
One of the top four in Dongying is one of the first four people to master the first level of Wanxiang True Skill. He is also the first batch of the strongest talents to master the second, third and even fourth level of Wanxiang True Skill.
Perhaps because of the presence of Moro Gu, Mo Yehan felt a little uncomfortable, and when he saw that the four demons could not defeat and kill the four humans, he immediately snorted and flew out in a flash.
"You bunch of trash, get out of my way." Mo Yehan's voice also sounded at the same time.
Immediately, a punch broke through the air and hit Wu Daoyuan directly.
This punch was so fast that even when Wu Daoyuan was aware of it, he was unable to avoid it in time and could only barely resist with his sword.
With a bang, the knife was directly knocked away, and the extremely powerful force blasted away, directly knocking Wu Daoyuan back dozens of meters. The force was strong and overbearing, and the constant impact caused Wu Daoyuan to vomit blood and was directly injured.
A punch was knocked back and Wu Daoyuan was injured. Mo Yehan's figure flashed, appeared in front of the war demon, and punched out directly.
The war demon reacted to this punch and slashed it down with one strike.
However, the sword light shattered, and although the sword in the War Demon's hand did not fly out, the whole person flew out upside down. The blood spurted out but was blocked by the mask, flowing down the gap, and his aura was sluggish.
The cold dark power, with a kind of domineering meaning, spread rapidly in their bodies, as if it was going to swallow up their power. For a while, it was difficult to expel it, and they could only fight hard, and they immediately lost the fight.
power.
Four punches!
Before and after, in less than three breaths, Mo Yehan dodged four times and punched four times, defeating all four human beings. Each one was seriously injured, and almost lost all his combat power.
gap!
Huge disparity in strength.
This gap is so big that it makes people feel despair, and Duan Lingkong's eyes are full of gloom.
"Catch them." Mo Yehan took out a piece of white cloth from the Nine Heavens Ring and was wiping his fists while ordering his two younger brothers.
Instead of killing him on the spot, he planned to humiliate him first so that other low-level and middle-level beings would know how miserable the fate of provoking the Demon Tribe would be.
Moro Ye's movements were the fastest. He took one step forward, crossed Feng Lan, and rushed directly towards the war demon. Immediately, he punched with a grin on his face, taking this opportunity to break the war demon's arms and legs, and knocked the war demon away.
To lift it up, press it down and kneel down.
The war demon struggled, but was unable to resist. Although Mo Yehan's punch did not kill him, it caused heavy injuries. Now his arms and legs were broken, making him unable to resist.
Just when Moruoye was about to press the war demon to his knees, his movements suddenly stopped, as if he had been subjected to a immobilization spell, and he froze for an instant. His dark eyes shrank like needles in an instant, and there was an indescribable feeling.
The panic seemed to explode from the deepest part of my heart, making my body numb and stiff.
At the same time, a flash of sword light pierced the sky, like an aurora, and it was indescribably fast.
The moment the sword light just appeared, Moro Gu took a look, but did not take action, and it was too late to take action because the distance was a bit far away.
Mo Yehan discovered it soon, but it was too late to take action.
The sword light seemed to be silent and extremely fast, as if it penetrated directly into the void and turned the end of the world into a very short distance.
Moro Ye remained motionless, letting the sword light approach, pierce through the center of his eyebrows, and exit from the back of his head.
Only a very small number of people could detect this sword light, and all of them had practiced the fourth level of Wanxiang True Skill, so they were even more surprised.
Even though the sword light appeared very suddenly, the speed of the sword was still shocking.
Kill!
Moro Ye was directly killed by this sword light.
"Get out!" Mo Yehan was furious, his eyes shining with shocking and direct murderous intent.
Who is it!
Those who dare to take action and kill the demon clan.
Moro Ye's death was also seen by everyone, and they were very surprised, and a feeling of joy rose in their hearts.
Footsteps sounded, coming from behind the crowd, and the crowd dispersed spontaneously, as if to welcome the arrival.
It was a figure wearing a white sword robe, with a slender figure and a handsome face. He had an indescribable unique temperament. At first glance, he looked sharp and sharp. At a second look, he looked ordinary and restrained, with an indescribable charm.
His eyes were deep, as if they contained the tranquility of a starry sky. He carried a long sword at his waist, and every step he took seemed to be carefully calculated, neither too long nor too short, just right.
It seems ordinary, but there is an indescribable edge that is looming around it, making people afraid to approach it.
Seeing the person coming, Duan Lingkong's gray eyes suddenly flashed with brilliance.
Coming!
It's Chen Zong who's here.
Wu Daoyuan and several others also showed shocked expressions.
"Brother Chen, go back quickly." Wu Daoyuan yelled quickly, because this demon clan is too strong. He believes that even if Chen Zong arrives, he is no match for him. Instead of being humiliated and causing casualties, it is better to retreat to the camp first, at least in the
Within the confines of the camp, no matter how ferocious the demons were, they would not dare to take action.
Rules are rules.
Everyone from the demon race stared at Chen Zong, and everyone from other races also stared at Chen Zong.
Move on?
Or just back off?
Even if Chen Zong retreats and retreats within the scope of the camp, no one will laugh at him. After all, he is just a low-level life in the third sequence of voids. It is normal to not dare to directly face the higher beings in the first sequence of voids.
.
"It's okay, they're just a bunch of chickens and dogs." Chen Zong said without hesitation, his voice was calm, his tone was indifferent, and he didn't seem to take the Demons seriously at all.
The Demon Race cannot directly understand the language of the Human Race, but they can directly understand its meaning through the Nine Heavenly Rings.
In an instant, every demon clan was furious.
Native chickens and dogs!
When was it that the dignified demon race was actually considered to be a country chicken or a low-level life from the void of the third sequence? Even the low-level life just now showed extraordinary skills and killed one with one sword.
Demon clan.
However, among the demon clan in Dongying, Namaro Ye is at an average level, so killing him is nothing.
"What an arrogant bug." In one side of the palace, Mo An Black Wing frowned, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
A mere low-level insect dares to say that the Demons are just chickens and dogs. He really doesn't know how high the world is.
Lin Ming, the powerful human race man, did not speak because he himself felt that Chen Zong's words were a bit too arrogant.
Chen Zong's words not only aroused the anger of the Demon Clan, but also made the Celestial Clan and others burst into laughter.
This lowly life seems to be a little too arrogant.
If the Demons are just chickens and dogs, then what do they mean if they are on par with the Demons?
For a time, many eyes stared at me, all with evil intentions.
Although a group of humans felt happy, they also felt that Chen Zong was too arrogant.
They can clearly see the strength of the demon clan.
As soon as Chen Zong spoke, he paid no attention to the other people, and without any pause in his steps, he took one step after another and walked onto the mottled ancient stone bridge.
The stone bridge is the separation point between the camp and the Fierce Demon Wasteland. After crossing the stone bridge, Chen Zong will step into the Fierce Demon Wasteland and will no longer be protected by the camp.
The eyes of the demons staring at Chen Zong were full of evil and malicious murderous intent, like ferocious beasts dormant in the darkness. They only waited for Chen Zong's footsteps to step out of the stone bridge, and then launched a fatal blow to kill him.
Let him understand that he himself is a lowly and inferior insect.
Facing so many eyes full of malicious murderous intent, Chen Zong's expression did not change at all from the beginning to the end. It was as calm as a breeze, and people couldn't help but feel admiration. However, some people also laughed and laughed at Chen Zong.
Pretend.
Under the gaze of everyone, Chen Zong took the last step. This step, he crossed the mottled ancient stone bridge and stepped into the ferocious wasteland.
The moment that step fell, an extremely cold dark light suddenly shone, tearing through the sky and carrying unparalleled cold murderous intent, shooting as if to extinguish all life.