Your Chance Is Good, Now It's Mine!

Outpost on the city wall.

With a low growl, Ao Hong released layers of blood, condensed into heavy weapons such as spears and giant guns, and blasted towards the fog cloud.

"Demon Race, get out of here!"

Bloody weapons blasted into the mist.

The clouds of mist fade away one after another.

Seems like it can be ripped off.

The town demon guards all showed a little joy.

However, such joy did not last long.

Because they soon saw that the hole that had just been torn was immediately repaired.

The blood weapon is in the mist, like a stone crushed by a huge force.

There were still some bursts of light at first.

In the end, it was crushed directly.

Dissipate invisible.

In the sky, An Zhenshuang laughed loudly, "Childish, really naive."

"I actually thought that this level of martial arts could blow away my plague cloud."

"Do you think the heirs of the Great Heavenly Demon are all vegetarians?"

Ao Hong gritted his teeth and remained silent.

"I come!"

Yingye and Tang Zhanmo stepped forward at the same time.

The eagle screamed at night, and the blood energy turned into a giant eagle in the night, neighing into the sky, and roaring away.

Tang Zhanmo pulled out his giant axe and slashed away.

The majestic wave of spiritual energy surged and roared.

One monster and one person, two powerful martial arts blasted into the mist.

After unleashing this martial skill, their complexions suddenly turned pale.

Obviously this blow consumed too much energy.

Ying Ye, Tang Zhanmo, and a group of demon guards all stared at the mist.

There was a hint of hope in his eyes.

boom!

The two martial arts smashed into the mist.

It was like a clenched fist smashed into cotton.

The effect is very significant.

With one blow, the mist cloud retreated.

Large swaths of fog clouds were annihilated.

However, more fog clouds gathered from all directions.

In the blink of an eye, those two martial arts were wrapped inside.

Like a Venus flytrap digesting its ignorant prey.

In the mist.

Intertwined rays of light.

But it didn't last too long, and it was also annihilated.

The moment the last ray of light disappeared, the hearts of all the guards sank to the bottom of the valley.

The attacks of the two strongest men hardly caused any waves.

This means that in the entire four outposts of Vermilion Bird, there is no one who can contend against the heir of the big Heavenly Demon.

not to mention……

Farther up in the sky, there are two big Heavenly Demon heirs.

Judging from the status, it is obvious that the status of the two big Heavenly Demon heirs is higher.

Among the demon clan, the demon clan with a higher status has a purer bloodline and is naturally stronger.

This battle is out of the question.

The enemy Liushen pretended to be a spring in our house, how can we play this?

Desperation and pessimism spread among the demon guards.

Tang Shenting's body was crumbling and his face was pale.

As Tang Jinglong's grandson and Tang Zhanmo's son, if there is no accident, after Tang Jinglong and Tang Zhanmo grow old, he will definitely be the master of the Azure Dragon Fortress.

But now, it's all over.

I, a high-ranking genius town demon guard, will die together with many ordinary town magic guards.

He died in this small outpost on the fourth floor of the Demon Sea.

Maybe even the corpse after death will be dragged away by the demons, cut open, dried, and become the food of the demons.

terrible.

"Don't forget, you are Tang Jinglong's grandson."

"People are not dead yet, it's not time to be discouraged!"

Tang Zhanmo stretched out his hand to support Tang Shenting, and growled.

Tang Shenting gave a wry smile, and forced himself to stay still.

All the demon-suppressing generals were blocked on the third floor, unable to reach the fourth floor for a long time.

So far, who else can turn the tide?

Do you expect a Law Manifestation expert to pop out of nowhere among these demon guards?

Give me a break.

If you have that kind of thinking, you might as well expect the three big Heavenly Demon heirs to suddenly die of a serious illness.

Tang Shenting is a rational person.

He will not be whimsical, expecting a miracle to come.

"Hundreds of years of cultivation, a dream..."

Xue Ziyi sighed softly.

Looking back on my more than 300 years of practice, fighting people and monsters, being cold-blooded and ruthless, with interests first.

He even has great ambitions, wanting to dominate the whole continent with Wuying Pavilion and become the most powerful force in Jingguo.

But in the end, now, as an unknown Zhenmowei, he died in the dark corner of Zhenmohai.

It's pathetic.

There are countless Zhenmowei who have similar ideas with them.

Some people sigh, some people sigh, some people are unwilling...

But in the end there was nothing to do.

At a time like this, you can no longer count on anyone.

Boom, boom!

The Vermilion Bird's Burning Heaven Formation trembled again and again, as if trembling in the hearts of every town demon guard.

God, it's going to collapse.

When everyone was desperate, a figure suddenly flew towards the midair.

Before everyone could react, the figure was suspended in mid-air, looking at An Zhenshuang calmly.

"Is it Ling Xuan from the Black Tortoise 41 Outpost? What is he flying up there for?"

"Ao Hong, Ying Ye, and Tang Zhanmo have all tried it, what's the use of him, alas..."

"There are always people who don't give up."

"I heard that Ling Xuan once beheaded a heir of a big Heavenly Demon, maybe he has a way..."

"I've also heard about his record. If he fights alone, he might be able to beat the heir of the big Heavenly Demon, but the opponent has three heirs of the big Heavenly Demon."

Some town demon guards noticed Ling Xuan, but they just shook their heads with emotion.

I don't think Ling Xuan can change anything on his own.

An Zhenshuang also saw Ling Xuan.

He recognized this young human race at a glance.

"I remember you, your ranking in the hunting list has reached fifteenth."

An Zhenshuang laughed, "You also beheaded a big Heavenly Demon heir, didn't you?"

Ling Xuan remained silent.

An Zhenshuang sneered, "Why are you trying to be mysterious? After killing An Zhenfeng, do you really think you are a character?"

"Among the descendants of the sixth master, that Anzhenfeng is only at an average level."

"Compared to me, it's a lot worse, let alone compared with An Zhenjie."

An Zhenshuang laughed and said, "You humble human race, don't try to resist your own destiny, you will die a miserable death."

Ling Xuan said calmly, "Have you finished?"

An Zhenshuang was taken aback.

Ling Xuan stretched out his hand for a move, and blood gathered.

An ancient and vast sharp gun appeared in the palm of his hand.

An Zhenshuang's eyes narrowed slightly.

Looking at the spear, he felt as if his eyes were being stabbed.

He instinctively felt a great threat.

"After talking, it's time to hit the road."

The voice fell.

Ling Xuan's right arm was rounded, his muscles protruding, and he threw the spear violently.

boom!

The boundless and majestic sharpshooter pierced through the air.

In front of the sharp gun, the strange and dense fog is like ice and snow under the sun, or like water droplets in a raging fire.

There were ear-piercing screams.

In just an instant, wherever the sharp gun passed, the fog cloud was completely burned up!

In the blink of an eye, the sharp gun completely penetrated the fog cloud.

A huge hole was revealed.

The blood light on the sharp spear did not weaken at all.

"Destroy."

Ling Xuan whispered a word.

The Biluo Huangquan sharp gun shot past.

It penetrated the chest of An Zhenshuang.

The latter immediately felt the strength withdraw.

He looked down in astonishment.

A huge hole actually appeared in his chest.

Demon heart, gone.