The Brave Master Is the Demon King

At this moment, a white keel-like thing blocked the Demon King's head, it was his tail.

At the moment when he blocked the opponent's attack, the demon king cast his magic, and a black energy instantly rushed into the sky, but Na Bexis seemed to have the ability to foresee, actually stepping out of the wind and avoiding it.

But he has no way to predict the future. From the opponent's hand, the devil can be sure that it is the combat intuition that a man who has experienced many battles! This man named Bexis has a very high fighting talent!

This is why the clones outside before can crack the mother emperor's tricks in a very short time.

The devil's face sank, and suddenly he raised his hand, and a terrifying black dragon appeared around his body, biting towards Bexis.

Black magic suddenly appeared on Bexis' broken sword, the sword lengthened, and a set of sword dance was suddenly used. The arc-shaped black sword aura flew out like a torrential rain and collided with the black dragon released by the demon king. The black dragon turned into black ink and splashed on Bexis.

Suddenly the devil stretched out two fingers, pointed towards the sky, and shouted: "This way is up!!"

In an instant, Bexis was pushed to the sky by a repulsive force, flying to the sky like a meteor.

However, holding the sword in both hands, he made a backflip in the air, and then faced the ground.

"Floating life and extinction!!"

He made a terrible sound, which instantly turned into a huge dark whirlwind, overwhelming the sky and pressing down on the city.

Puff! !

At this moment, the mother emperor standing on a pile of iron waste suddenly raised her head, and she looked at it with a shocked expression.

"coming!!"

I saw where she saw, where the official Demon King was, his heart became pitch black, and his body seemed to have turned into darkness.

The demon king suddenly opened his eyes, and terrible energy gathered on his chest. It did not belong to the darkness, it did not belong to the light, and it did not belong to the power of the world. A dark red fireball appeared in front of him:

"Extinction Magic Brahma."

The red fireball broke through a small mouth in an instant. In an instant, a terrifying fire light spread all over the sky. The sky turned into a sea of ​​fire, colliding with the darkness, and countless true flames swallowed everything, even the air, such a huge amount of flames, Enough to burn a black spot on this planet.

However, a black sharp horn broke through the sea of ​​fire, like a falling tornado, coming straight towards the devil.

"Extinction Magic·Fist of Destruction!!"

The demon king's right hand gathered a large amount of chaotic power, and the storm of destruction was suspended. He slammed a punch and collided with the black tornado.

A terrible thing happened, the mother emperor looked up at all this, her sharp claws pierced a sneak attack machine effortlessly. She saw an incredible scene, such a terrible collision, there was no explosion, but a silent change.

The devil and Bethes are divided into two worlds, one is calm and the other is turbulent and dangerous. The intertwined flames and black magic left countless thunder and lightning, all of them are chaotic, like the end of the world.

"This is the power of the devil?"

The mother emperor's eyes widened and muttered to herself.

But this vision did not last long, just like a dream, everything disappeared in a blink of an eye, leaving only a few colorful strange clouds floating in the sky.

The breeze blew across the grassland, and a figure appeared on a small hill where a pine tree lying down toward the south grew.

There are a few white wild flowers growing under the pine trees, fluttering in the wind, it is not particularly beautiful, just common wild flowers on the roadside.

However, the hero Bethes only loves this flower.

This kind of flower is called wild chrysanthemum.

The breeze blew, Bexis' body turned into black smoke, leaving only a broken sword. The sword was shining on a white flower, and it swayed with the wind like a beckoning hand.