World Wide Martial Art

They could not bear these magical powers even if they were touched. At the least, they would be seriously injured and dying, and at the worst, their souls would be scattered.

"Hide!" Hu Shi screamed in fear. Before he could think, a fierce tiger image appeared behind him. The speed suddenly increased and he fled away.

"Swish!" The terrible devil's hand whizzed past him, and Hu Shi broke out in a cold sweat. He was just a hair away from death.

"Ah!" A scream came from behind him. Hu Shi turned around subconsciously and saw that although Xiong Ao reacted quickly and escaped in time, his speed was still too slow.

The terrible light column pierced Xiong Ao's chest. The light in Xiong Ao's eyes gradually dimmed, and his body turned into ashes and died on the spot.

"Too terrible..." Shu Qian flew from not far away to Hu Shi's side, looking at Hu Xiaotian and Huan Mo Wang fighting fiercely, his eyes were full of fear.

"Almost, almost died."

Shuchi shook his head, Hu Shi's eyes focused, the opponent's right ear disappeared, obviously also destroyed by the magic power.

"This level of battle, you and I can't intervene at all."

Hu Shi closed his eyes in pain, he regretted his decision to attack the Phantom Demon King.

"Xiong Ao is dead, I want them to be buried with Xiong Ao!"

Opening his eyes, the killing intent almost turned into substance, Hu Shi stared at the ten masters who followed the Phantom Demon King, especially the Phantom Rope with silk threads floating around him, the latter was pulling the silk threads in his hand hard, pulling up the weird heart underground little by little.

"Kill them all!"

Hu Shi shouted, his figure turned into a phantom, and attacked the ten masters.

Shuchi followed without hesitation.

"Is this the strength of the Demon King's eighth heaven?

It's terrible."

Looking at the battle below, Chao Duan Ling, who stretched out the second heaven of the void, patted his chest, and the fear in his eyes had not yet dissipated.

"It's just the eighth level of the Demon King, just an ant, what's so scary about it."

Ming Tongyou curled his lips in disapproval. In his eyes, the fight below was no different from playing house.

If Ye Feng hadn't wanted to use this as a layout, he could have easily smashed all the demons here into pieces with a palm.

"Hehe, it's a good thing to understand the gap between you and the world's strong men. You should use this to motivate yourself, but you can't be afraid of it."

Ye Feng looked at Chao Duan Ling and smiled lightly.

"Yes, thank you for your teachings, Lord Alliance Leader."

Chao Duan Ling responded respectfully. He did have some fear in his heart, but after hearing Ye Feng's words, he turned his fear into fighting spirit and became excited.

"The reinforcements of the Beast Demon Clan can't arrive in a short time, and Hu Xiaotian will lose this battle."

Ye Feng pointed his finger at the battlefield below.

"Well, I'm afraid those two sneaky guys underground won't be able to help but take action."

Ming Tongyou nodded in agreement.

"Of course." Ye Feng smiled calmly, looking at the golden altar in front of the two monsters in the underground palace, his eyes slightly deep. "That little tiger is going to die!" The Nine-horned Demon Ancestor watched Hu Xiaotian gradually show his weakness in the violent attack of the Phantom Demon King, and a hint of joy appeared on his face. "It's hard to say, who among these guys doesn't have a trump card?" The Sky Wing Moon Demon was steady, shaking his head and said, "Wait until they fight to the death and really decide the winner, then you and I will take action." "Of course." The Nine-horned Demon Ancestor touched his chin and laughed. "You are not my opponent!" The magical power is like jade, the dagger is like light, and the Phantom Demon King's attack is like a galaxy falling from the sky, beating Hu Xiaotian without any power to fight back, and even parrying seems difficult at this moment. His eyes gleamed with a gleam, and he sneered: "Uncle Xiaotian, don't say that I don't respect you. I'll give you a chance to retreat immediately. Let's pretend that what happened today never happened, otherwise..."

"What else!"

Hu Xiaotian's face was tense, and the Xiaotian Knife swung out endless sword light. The veins on his arms bulged and even began to crack, but the fighting spirit in his eyes did not diminish at all.

"Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude. For the sake of the weird heart, I can only ask Uncle Xiaotian to die!"

The pupils of the Phantom Demon King condensed, and a huge Dharma image that stood tall and upright suddenly rose behind him, and the eyes of this Dharma image glowed with colorful evil light.

"Shh!"

The evil light penetrated and everything began to twist and break along the way. This evil light was like the most chaotic existence in the world, which could pollute everything and destroy everything.

"The Seven Colors of the Fallen Abyss! You actually mastered this magical power!"

Hu Xiaotian's expression was no longer calm, his eyes were full of surprise, he could not help but grit his teeth and shouted angrily: "Roar to shake the nine heavens!"

"Roar!"

The terrible tiger roar roared out of his mouth, and waves of destructive waves met the Seven Colors of the Fallen Abyss.

"Bang bang bang!"

The two world-destroying magical powers collided at this moment, and the violent impact swept the entire poisonous bamboo forest.

In just a moment, the poisonous bamboo forest was destroyed like a dead tree, and the area within a hundred miles was completely cleared with the collision point of the magical power as the center.

Hu Shi and Shu Thief, who had just rushed to the top ten masters of the Phantom Demon King's Court and fought with them, fell a hundred miles away at this moment, with scars all over their bodies, bleeding, and were already seriously injured and dying.

As for the top ten masters of the Phantom Demon King's Court, and even the Iron Stone Demon Army with tens of thousands of people, even if they formed a formation and condensed the Dharma when the impact arrived, they were all annihilated under the impact at this moment, and not even a slag was left.

"Ahem..." Hu Xiaotian fell to the ground, his body cracked like cracked porcelain. He raised his head to look up at the sky with difficulty and couldn't help but ask: "Is it worth it..."

"Of course it's worth it."

The Phantom Demon King stood in the air with his hands behind his back. He looked back at the ten masters and slowly shook his head.

"As long as I can get the Weird Heart, all sacrifices will be worth it. If they can sacrifice their lives for this, they must be very proud of themselves."

As he spoke, the rosy face of the Phantom Demon King suddenly turned pale for a moment, but he quickly suppressed it.

"You are indeed injured too!"

Hu Xiaotian caught this scene and couldn't help laughing.

"Is it?"

The Phantom Demon King looked indifferent, as if Hu Xiaotian was talking nonsense, but in fact, his hands behind his back were already bloody and trembling.

"These two little guys are really not simple. Thank you for reminding me, otherwise I might have capsized in the gutter if I had made a rash move."

The Nine-horned Demon Ancestor looked at the Sky-winged Moon Demon and couldn't help but sigh.

Even he felt a little pressure from the magical powers that both sides of the Phantom Demon King had just used. If he was attacked by such magical powers, he would not feel well.

Hearing this, Tianyi Moon Demon smiled proudly, catching the trembling hands of the Phantom Demon King, and a light flashed in his eyes.

What he and the Nine-horned Demon Ancestor are waiting for is the opportunity for both the Phantom Demon King and Hu Xiaotian to suffer defeat!

"But I am still the winner. This weird heart belongs to me!"

Above, the Phantom Demon King looked at Hu Xiaotian and said proudly, then turned around and flew behind him, with his strange heart hiding underground ten miles behind him.

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