What if he couldn't run? The only way was to take it head-on.
However, to take the Demon King's stomp head-on was a little too much. After all, Fang Zhengzhi did not think that he was a 'nail' that could pierce a hole in the Demon King's hoof.
The Demon King's physical strength was even stronger than a Sage's.
He couldn't run.
He couldn't take it head-on either.
What should he do?
Fang Zhengzhi felt like he was going to die. At this moment, a figure appeared in front of him. A blood-red light enveloped the figure's body, and his ink-colored robe fluttered in the night wind.
"Yan Xiu?" Fang Zhengzhi was slightly shocked. He looked at Yan Xiu, who was rushing towards him, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
The hoof above his head was getting closer and closer, but Yan Xiu rushed over at this moment. Of course, it was impossible that he did not see it. Then, there could only be one reason, and that was to push him out.
Fang Zhengzhi wanted to stop him.
However, it was too late. Because, Yan Xiu was already in front of him. There was a hint of determination on his cold face, and there was a faint smile on his lips.
Without any hesitation, he slapped his palm towards Fang Zhengzhi.
"Boom!" A loud sound rang out.
At the same time, King Xieluo's foot finally landed. The sturdy city wall could not withstand the force of this stomp, and it shattered. Cracks spread rapidly.
"Kaboom!"
This city wall, which had borne the weight of countless years of history, finally collapsed. There was a huge hole in the wall, and countless gravel flew everywhere.
One by one, the Northern Barbarian soldiers who were originally standing on the city wall also fled. However, there were still some who could not dodge in time, and they were either hit by the gravel or buried.
It was a tragic scene.
Amidst the tragic scene, a voice rang out.
"How dare you, Demon King, hurt my grandson!"
As the voice rang out, everyone's gaze fell on the black figure in the sky. It was a figure standing in front of King Xieluo's huge body.
Yan Qianli.
The black cloak covering Yan Qianli's body had completely disappeared, revealing a bright armor with six red clouds inside. On the surface of the armor, there was a blood-like glow.
Most importantly …
Yan Qianli's eyes had already turned completely red, and on his forehead, there was a blazing rune. It was an extremely complicated rune.
At this moment, an eerie chill enveloped the sky.
Even though Yan Qianli was standing in the sky, the crowd below could still feel a monstrous killing intent. That killing intent made their hearts go cold, and the air around Yan Qianli made crackling sounds, as if it had been frozen by this coldness.
"Saint, is this a Saint?"
"What kind of power is this?"
"Is Yan Xiu dead? And what happened to Fang Zhengzhi? "
When they sensed Yan Qianli's anger and power, everyone's hearts were filled with shock. Amidst this shock, they recalled the scene that had just occurred.
Yan Xiu seemed to have rushed over at the last moment.
What was the result?
No one could see clearly, because as the city wall collapsed, the thick dust and gravel blocked their vision, making it impossible for them to see what exactly was going on.
"Fang Zhengzhi, Yan Xiu, shameless fella, are you guys dead yet?" Ping Yang clearly did not notice Yan Qianli's transformation in the sky. Her gaze was focused on the collapsed city wall.
Shan Yu's attention was also focused on the dust, but she did not scream like Ping Yang, instead, she rushed into the dust.
At the same time, Yan Qianli, who was in the sky, moved.
He clenched his fists and rushed towards King Xieluo. His speed was as fast as lightning, just like a red meteor that streaked across the sky.
"Bam!" A dull sound rang out.
Yan Qianli's fist landed directly in between the two curved horns of King Xieluo. It was a very direct punch, one that was filled with anger and red light, without any fancy moves.
"Roar!" King Xieluo let out an angry roar, and his body tilted. He was about to raise his leg again, but he seemed to be on the verge of losing his balance.
This caused his emerald eyes to widen a little, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
A human Saint.
How could King Xieluo believe that a single punch could make him lose his balance?
"So powerful!"
"He's actually fighting the Demon King head-on?!"
"And he almost made the Demon King fall?"
No one dared to believe it, and no one would have thought that Yan Qianli would use his fists to fight against King Xieluo, who had transformed into a demon. This was no different from using his weakness to fight against the Demon King's strength.
However, Yan Qianli did it.
Furthermore …
After that punch, Yan Qianli had no intention of stopping. His fists rained down on King Xieluo's head.
"Boom!"
"Boom boom boom …"
A deafening sound could be heard. Yan Qianli did not waste any more words, and just bared his fangs like an enraged lion.
One punch, and then another!
King Xieluo's eyes finally widened, and he let out a series of angry roars. His two huge golden curved horns shook vigorously.
Rays of golden light flowed on his golden horns, and he looked extremely angry.
However, Yan Qianli had no intention of retreating, and neither did he stop. It was as if he had gone mad, and he did not care about the golden curved horns that were stabbing towards him.
Seeing that the golden horn was getting closer and closer, everyone's eyes were wide open.
But at this moment, the golden curved horns suddenly stopped. They stopped for no reason, as if something was forcefully pulling them back.
At the same time, Yan Qianli's leg kicked King Xieluo's head.
This time, King Xieluo's body could not take it anymore, and he breathed heavily from his nose as he fell heavily onto the ground.
"Boom!" The already broken city wall collapsed under the weight of his huge body, and a huge crater filled with cracks appeared.
Dust billowed everywhere.
But the figure wrapped in red light was still standing in the sky, and his pair of red eyes stared at King Xieluo, who was lying on the ground.
"He defeated him!"
"He actually defeated the Demon King?!"
"He's too strong, is this a Saint? But, even a Saint can't fight against a Demon King physically, right? Yan Qianli, he … how did he do it? "
It was a shocking scene. Be it the Northern Barbarian Army or the Mountain Breaking Army, they all stared with their eyes wide open.
A battle between the strongest.
This was a true battle between the strongest.
A battle between a Saint and a Demon King, but it was a battle of physical strength. This was different from what everyone had imagined, but it was even more shocking.
There was another person standing behind King Xieluo's body.
Golden light enveloped his body, and his loose robe fluttered in the night wind. His skinny body looked so weak that the wind didn't bother him at all.
However, everyone knew that it was this thin and weak body that had stopped the golden horns.
Prince Li of the First Rank.
This Prince of the Sun Tomb West Mountain. Although he was not a Saint like Yan Qianli, his strength was equally shocking.
A Saint, and a Half Sage who was just one step away from becoming a Sage. This was a shocking battle, and it was one that no one would be able to witness a second time.
"Old Yan, don't be rash. This is a Demon King, you can't fight him alone!" King Liqin looked at Yan Qianli, who was still standing in the sky, with a helpless expression.
Of course, he also saw what happened just now. Yan Xiu rushed under King Xieluo's feet at the last moment, and he knew Yan Qianli's character better than anyone else.
Not only was he protective, but he was also overbearing.
But standing in front of him was a real Demon King. With the country in danger, if he lost his cool, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Nonsense, the one who died is my grandson. How dare you, Demon King, return my grandson's life!" Yan Qianli ignored King Liqin and rushed down again, his entire body enveloped in a blood-red light.
"Old Yan, you can't!" King Liqin looked at Yan Qianli, who rushed down again, his eyes filled with anxiety.
But it was too late.
At the moment when Yan Qianli rushed down, King Xieluo, who was lying on the ground, raised his head again. Two beams of light shot out from his emerald eyes, shooting towards Yan Qianli.
"Boom!"
The red and green lights collided.
The entire ground began to shake, and cracks appeared from the ground. Huge rocks flew out of the ground and were turned into powder by the shockwave from the explosion.
The Northern Barbarian Army standing on the city walls saw this scene and quickly retreated. But there were still some who were swept into the air by the shockwave and turned into ashes in an instant.
It was a battle between a Sage and a Demon King.
Even though they were standing on the ground, they were still affected by the shockwave.
"Quick, bring Lord Su away!" One of the black robed experts standing beside Xing Yuanguo shouted when he saw the shockwaves coming towards them.
"Yes!" A few of the Northern Barbarian Army soldiers immediately responded.
"Since you are here, why not stay?" Xing Yuanguo looked at the few soldiers who quickly helped Su Qing up and retreated, his eyes flashing with a purple light.
"My Lord, you should worry about yourself first." The few powerful men in black did not hesitate any longer. Rays of light shone from their bodies as they charged towards Xing Yuanguo.
The battle had reached its climax. With the city walls destroyed, the Mountain Breaking Army and the Yan Cloud Calvary would not be able to come up in a short period of time.
Hence, this was the best time to kill Xing Yuanguo.
"I would like to see what you can do to me." Xing Yuanguo's body also shone with a purple light. Instead of retreating, he charged towards the nearest powerful man in black.
"Kill!"
"Die!"
A few figures intertwined and started a new battle on the broken city walls.
King Liqin did not have the energy to pay attention to what was happening on the city walls. His eyes were completely focused on Yan Qianli.
"Old man Yan, are you dead?"
"Dead? What a joke. What can a mere Demon King do to me? "Yan Qianli's voice rang out from within the shockwave. Then, a figure slowly appeared.
Unlike before, the shiny armor was now in tatters. However, the six red clouds on the chest of the armor were still as red as blood.
"Old man Yan, I didn't expect you to be so stubborn and so stubborn!" King Liqin heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Yan Qianli's unharmed body.
"Cut the crap. Not only are my bones hard, my thing down there is even harder!" Yan Qianli spat. Then, he tied up his snow-white hair.
"You disrespectful old man!" King Liqin was taken aback and cursed. Then, he quickly turned his gaze from Yan Qianli to King Xieluo.
Below them, the countless soldiers from the Mountain Breaking Army and the Northern Barbarian Army looked at each other speechlessly when they heard what he said.
As for the Yan Cloud Calvary outside the city, they were not surprised.
To them, Yan Qianli was the true 'light' in their hearts, the one who guided them forward. As for scolding others? Disrespectful old man?
That was just too normal.
How could a valiant army not have a valiant commander?
It was because Yan Qianli was valiant that they were convinced. That was why they were invincible in the barren land of Western Liang.
He was wild and unruly, so valiant that it made people fear him.
This was Yan Qianli. Similarly, this was the Yan Cloud Calvary.
"Roar!" King Xieluo was finally enraged.
Of course, Yan Qianli's words played a part in this. But more importantly, he was defeated, even though it was because of King Liqin's interference.
However, this still made him feel a sense of humiliation. A rich emerald light surged out from his body, dyeing his pitch-black scales with a layer of demonic emerald green.
At this moment, King Xieluo's body looked like a piece of emerald. It was crystal clear, and rays of emerald green light flowed on it.
In the next moment, King Xieluo moved.
His huge body soared into the sky. He was not clumsy at all. Instead, his speed was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Yan Qianli.
At the same time, a huge hoof slammed down on Yan Qianli's head.
"Hmph!" Yan Qianli snorted. His body flashed and he dodged King Xieluo's hoof. Then, he appeared on top of King Xieluo's head again.
At the same time, his hand lit up with a blood-red light.
It was a crystal-clear red, just like a sharp knife. In the next moment, the crystal-clear red light spread rapidly and turned into a huge blood-red net.
A net that almost covered the entire sky.
"Kacha, kacha!"
When the blood-red net covered King Xieluo's body, a strange sound was heard. It was as if it was about to cut King Xieluo's body apart.
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