Mi Liang endured the severe pain all over his body, stared at Zhuo Wen at the foot of the nine demon statues, and uttered these words with difficulty.
Zhuo Wen's eyes were cold and he didn't even look at Mi Liang. He stared sternly at Xu Mianyang, who was not far behind Mi Liang.
"Mi Liang is too weak, I hope you won't let me down!"
Zhuo Wen spoke slowly, but what he said was arrogant and domineering.
However, no one in the arena thought Zhuo Wen was arrogant anymore.
Because Zhuo Wen has proven himself that he has the qualifications to be arrogant. Didn't you see that even Mi Liang was beaten so badly by him?
"Senior Brother Mi Liang!"
Mi Dong quickly came to Mi Liang and helped him up, trying to help him to a safe place.
However, as soon as Mi Dong fell, a huge foot fell from the sky and stepped down hard.
Mi Dong screamed, and when the huge foot lifted up, Mi Dong was dying and lying underneath, with blood dripping all over his body and vomiting blood foam from his mouth.
Xu Zhou and another monk looked at the demon statue not far from Mi Dong and Mi Liang in horror. They really realized the ferocity of Zhuo Nianxue.
Xu Mianyang frowned slightly. He looked deeply at Zhuo Wen, as if he was re-examining Zhuo Wen.
"I do underestimate you! I can't see through your strength! But if you still have this kind of strength, it's still not enough for me!"
Xu Mianyang tapped his right foot, and his whole body seemed to be floating in the air, constantly floating up, and finally landed on the shoulders of the golden-winged giant, looking down at Zhuo Wen.
Zhuo Wen was held in the palm of a demon statue. His eyes were as cold as a demon, and he said: "Then let's try a fight!"
"kill!"
Xu Mianyang shouted coldly, and one after another strange huge pale arms suddenly appeared from the ground of the arena, grabbing at the nine demon statues.
The golden-winged giant at the feet of Xu Mianyang spread its golden wings, soared into the sky, soared above the nine heavens, and then quickly swooped down, holding a golden divine spear, and charged towards the nine demon statues.
The golden-winged giant fell and hit the first demon statue with a spear. Divine radiance flowed, golden light burst out, and golden flames swept the entire world, everlasting.
The first demon statue roared angrily and was knocked away, with dense cracks appearing on its dark and cold body.
The golden-winged giant succeeded with one blow, and without stopping, rushed towards him at a faster speed and threw the divine spear.
The divine spear turned into a ray of golden light and disappeared in a flash. Then the first demon statue was pierced between its brows, and brilliant golden flames swept the demon statue and burned it to ashes.
The two are not on the same level at all.
"So strong. This Xu Mian Yang is so much stronger than Mi Liang. He is already at the peak of the cosmic Dharma! And his cosmic Dharma is also extraordinary!"
Li Yinglong's pupils shrank, and his eyes were full of worry as he watched the golden-winged giant being unstoppable among the demon statues and charging at them wantonly.
Bang bang bang!
The golden-winged giant was like a god and demon banished to the mortal world, waving his divine spear and radiating divine brilliance. A demon statue was lifted away by its spear, and the huge statue's body was shattered and cracked.
Within ten breaths of time, the eight demon statues were thrown away and completely shattered into powder. Only the last one was left, staring coldly at the golden-winged giant that was approaching quickly.
In the palm of this demon statue, Zhuo Wen stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes looking calm and terrifying.
Keng!
The golden-winged giant is getting closer and closer, and the huge divine spear, flowing with golden divine flames, pierces directly and hits the palm of the demon statue of Zhuowen.
This spear is so powerful that it seems to burn the entire space into nothingness. If it is hit, the palm of the demon statue will collapse, and Zhuo Wen, who is in the palm, will also suffer heavy injuries.
Zhuo Wen's eyes were like ice, with scarlet light surging out like a sea of blood.
After the scarlet light, scarlet flames followed, and bloody flames bloomed, completely covering Zhuo Wen's whole person.
Demon Flame is the second magical power of Demon Eye. It can release eternal demon flame, using its own magic power as fuel, burning until all matter is burned out.
Keng!
The divine spear came soaring into the sky, and finally hit the palm of the demon statue. There was only an explosion, and the palm of the demon statue was exploded.
The huge demon statue flew out upside down, its huge body disintegrated inch by inch, and finally collapsed.
Xu Mianyang stood on the shoulders of the golden-winged giant, his brows slightly furrowed and his eyes fixed on the tip of the divine spear.
There, I saw a figure whose whole body was burning with bloody demonic flames, grasping the tip of the spear with both hands.
"Zhuo Nianxue?"
Xu Mianyang murmured softly, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. The divine spear of his own law was extremely powerful, and even a monk at the peak of the universe's law did not dare to resist with his physical body.
But Zhuo Nianxue actually overestimated his own strength and used his own body to resist. This is crazy.
Compared with the huge divine spear, Zhuo Wen's figure was too small, but his aura overwhelmed the golden-winged giant in one fell swoop.
His hands were like hooks, and he tightly grasped the tip of the spear. The bloody demonic flames raged crazily, spreading rapidly along the tip of the spear, towards the spear body and even the right arm of the golden-winged giant.
The golden divine flames on the surface of the divine spear, when they encountered this strange demonic flame, they all retreated, not daring to stop them in any way.
boom!
The entire divine spear was ignited by the demonic flames, surging with endless bloody flames, and the divine spear began to melt, evaporate into golden water vapor, and dissipate in the void.
"What kind of flame is this?"
Xu Mianyang's pupils shrank and he stared at the strange demonic flames. He gave an order and asked the golden-winged giant to discard the divine spear.
Unfortunately, the golden-winged giant was still a step too late. The demonic flames spread like maggots on the tarsus, quickly spreading to the golden-winged giant's right hand, and quickly swept towards the golden-winged giant's body, like a spark on a prairie fire.
The speed is too fast.
Roar!
The golden-winged giant screamed and waved his limbs violently, trying to extinguish the demonic flames on his body.
However, all this was in vain. The magic flame spread too fast, and it was getting faster and faster. In an instant, half of the golden-winged giant's body was enveloped in the magic flame, and it began to melt the golden-winged giant's body.
Xu Mianyang's expression changed drastically. He kicked off his right foot and quickly moved away from the golden-winged giant.
The moment he landed, the golden-winged giant let out a shrill scream and was completely burned to ashes by the demonic flames.
Whoosh!
The terrifying sound of breaking wind swept over, and Zhuo Wen rushed over like a bloody lightning, surrounded by rolling demon flames, making him look like a demon king returning from the flaming hell.
Xu Mianyang snorted coldly, stamped his feet, and countless pale arms blocked Zhuo Wen like a tide.
However, these pale arms were burned to ashes as soon as they approached Zhuo Wen, while Zhuo Wen moved forward unstoppably.
boom!
Zhuo Wen smashed his fist hard and landed on Xu Mianyang's face.
The latter held out a divine sword and held it in front of him.
He was very afraid of the demonic flames on Zhuo Wen's body and did not dare to come into contact with him.
Click!
The divine sword was smashed away by Zhuo Wen with a punch, and surrounded by countless demonic flames, the divine sword turned into ashes.
Bang bang bang!
Zhuo Wen's punches came out like falling rain, hitting Xu Mianyang with one punch.
The latter, with a gloomy face, held out a sacred weapon in front of him to resist Zhuo Wen's terrifying storm-like attack.
Click!
Zhuo Wen smashed the shield with one punch, and the speed of his fist suddenly increased sharply, hitting Xu Mianyang's face at an unexpected moment.
Xu Mianyang's heart beat violently, and he hurriedly raised his hands to resist, and collided with Zhuo Wen's fist.
He groaned and flew backwards. His right hand was contaminated by the magic flame and burned quickly.
Xu Mianyang made a prompt decision, cut off his right hand, and used his body skills to avoid Zhuo Wen's attack again. He quickly retreated under the ring, looked at Zhuo Wen with a gloomy look, and said in a low voice: "I surrender..."
The entire arena was silent, and you could hear a needle drop.