Xiao Chen frowned slightly. This lightning was truly strange. Although the other party had not broken through the Thunder Domain and comprehended the Thunder Dao like Xiao Chen, he had already cultivated his lightning-attributed energy to the peak.
However, Xiao Chen had already cultivated his lightning-attributed energy to the peak, even opening up a new path and coming up with new tricks.
Xiao Chen's Great Dao Energy of the Saber Dao was still in its initial stages, so he might not have much of an advantage.
"Again!"
The Thunder King shouted. The scar on his face looked exceptionally sinister as he punched again.
His Movement Technique was exquisite. With every step he took in the air, electric light flickered under his feet. It was like he was walking on flat ground. The force under his feet was very heavy, making his aura exceptionally stable.
The condensed Thunder Might was like a mountain. As it flickered, it moved forward step by step, as if the mountain peaks were connected.
By the time it reached Xiao Chen, it had formed a majestic mountain range that rose and fell undulating endlessly.
The force of this punch looked ordinary. However, it was extremely mighty and had many tricks up its sleeves.
With one glance, Xiao Chen could tell that this punch was completely different from the earlier one.
Xiao Chen sheathed the Lunar Shadow Saber at his waist, and a vast Dao Might spread out. A faint Dao disk appeared behind him, flickering with a weak saber light.
As the Dao disk slowly spun, Xiao Chen's Dao Might sank like an erupting volcano storing up energy.
When the other party's fist light approached, Xiao Chen shouted coldly and punched decisively. "Bang! Bang!
Bang! "
The two punches clashed, each strike striking the other's body. The two clashed head-on. The sound was even louder than thunder. The sound waves that erupted out made one's heart tremble.
However, the strange thing was that the space around the two did not break.
That was because their auras were simply too powerful, too condensed, and firmly locked down the surrounding space.
The black lightning on the Thunder King Fist Light contained countless kinds of negative emotions. Although it looked like an ordinary punch, in reality, it was full of changes. Every move had a different state.
Furthermore, it created all sorts of horrifying illusions for Xiao Chen. Xiao Chen's heart remained unmoved. His state of cycle continuously changed as well.
Slaughter, destruction, despair, pain, grief, and death formed one illusion after another, dispelling the interference of the other party's negative emotions.
After fighting for half a day, the two of them exchanged more than a thousand moves. Neither of them could do anything to the other.
The war between the Kunlun Realm and the Demonic World also reached its climax. Tens of millions of cultivators, Demons, and Demonic Beasts from both sides clashed.
Tragic sounds of fighting could be heard endlessly. It was like hell on earth, the end of the world.
As time passed, the situation became increasingly disadvantageous to the Kunlun Realm. The Demonic World's Kings outnumbered the Kunlun Realm's by three times.
At first, they could barely hold on, but slowly, the one-on-two turned into a one-on-three, and then a one-on-four. The results were getting worse and worse.
"Am I going to die?"
The Thunder and Lightning Palace's An Junxi was incomparably fatigued. He could no longer remember how many Demons and Demonic Beasts he had killed. In the end, he was stopped by three King Level Demons, Emperor Wu. Fighting one against three, he was gradually losing ground.
Two Sovereign Martial Emperors of the Thunder Demon Race and a three-headed demon hound looked at him coldly.
"Whoosh!
Whoosh! Whoosh! "Suddenly, boundless snow drifted down. Amid the snowflakes, a huge ice palm smashed into the three-headed demon hound.
"Ka ca!" The huge ice palm was like an ice mountain as it smashed the three-headed demon hound into pieces.
"An Junxi, are you going to give up so soon?"
The one who came was Bai Wuxue. When he saw that An Junxi was in danger, he immediately rushed over to provide support.
"Don't worry. I absolutely will not die before you do. Hahaha!"
An Junxi felt a warmth in his heart. He laughed loudly and said, "Come, let's attack together!"
"Good!"
The two fought side by side, not exchanging any pleasantries. Then, they threw themselves back into battle.
While An Junxi could be saved, Xia Houjue would not be so lucky. By the time his father put down his opponent and rushed over, Xia Houjue had already died. When his father put down his opponent and rushed over, An Junxi's lower body had already been bitten off by a King Grade Demonic Wolf. His aura was very weak, and he would die soon.
"My son!"
The White Tiger Holy Lord could not help shouting hoarsely, tears streaming down his face.
Xiahou Jue smiled bitterly and reached out to touch his father's face. He said, "Lord Father, don't be sad. This child failed to live up to your expectations. My greatest regret in this life is losing face at the King conferral ceremony, letting down your efforts. I'm really sorry! "
"Don't say anymore. It's all in the past. Don't worry. I'll bring you away. I'll treat you."
"Go? Where can we go? The Kunlun Realm will be gone. Where will our home be? Lord Father — "
Before Xiahou Jue could finish speaking, he suddenly smacked the ground with his right palm. It was like the final radiance of the setting sun. Half of Xiahou Jue's body soared into the air, flying towards a huge Demonic Snake. Then, there was an intense explosion with a loud 'bang.'
Xiahou Jue perished together with that King Grade Demonic Snake, dying without a complete corpse.
"Ah!"
The Three Holy Masters could not help feeling grief. They roared with bloodshot eyes, "Damn it!"
"Brother Xia …"
The Profound Martial Gate's Holy Son, Feng Wuji, who had grown up with Xiahou Jue, was stunned for a moment. The price for this moment was a few more wounds on his body.
Tragic scenes played out everywhere. The Kunlun Realm cultivators, who held a numerical disadvantage, had to do their best to fight.
This was because there was already no way out. The people behind the mountains were all innocent people and low-level cultivators who were not even Martial Monarchs.
To the Demonic World, these people were like sacrifices and food; they could not resist at all.
"Chu Yang, I'm very tired. I think I'm going to sleep."
The Moon Palace's Holy Daughter paled as she lay weakly on Chu Yang's back in Zodiac Hall. She seemed to be talking in her sleep.
"In that case, go to sleep. Don't think too much. I'll wake you up."
Chu Yang smiled gently. The sword light in his hand was as resplendent as the sun, chopping a Blood Demon Emperor Wu in half.
Although Chu Yang was smiling, tears flowed down silently from the corners of his eyes.
"Alright. In that case, remember to wake me up. I'm going to sleep." Fu Hongyao no longer showed any signs of life. His arm holding Chu Yang fell silently. "Pu ci!
Pu ci! "
Chu Yang, who had already forced back several groups of Blood Demon Martial Emperors, suffered several sword wounds. Before he could say anything, he vomited a large mouthful of blood.
A few Blood Demon Martial Emperors drew their swords, and Chu Yang fell to his knees. Chu Yang, who had already exhausted all his Primordial Energy, simply could not treat this wound. His lifeforce drained rapidly, but he could not do anything about it.
"Sorry, I can't wake you up."
Right after Chu Yang spoke, he fell to the ground, dying together with Fu Hongyao.
"Damn! They are finally dead. These two dogs are already dead, yet they are still stuck together. Split them up and tear them into ten thousand pieces! "
A Blood Demon Martial Emperor said coldly as he vomited a mouthful of blood.
Suddenly, a ghostly sword light swept by, and the heads of a few Blood Demon cultivators, who were about to take action, flew up, instantly chopped in half.
A Blood Demon Martial Emperor immediately exclaimed in horror, "Who?! Who is playing tricks?!"
"Yan Shisan."
"Ka ca!"
At some point in time, the swordsman of killing, Yan Shisan, appeared behind this Blood Demon Martial Emperor. With a backhand swing, he stabbed the Blood Demon Martial Emperor's Heart of an Emperor, instantly killing him.
When Yan Shisan saw the two corpses tangled together on the ground, he could not help stopping, even though he did not care much about life and death.
"Whoosh!
Whoosh! "Yan Shisan showed a cold expression as he looked at the two corpses, not moving at all. However, Yan Shisan continuously swung his sword with his right hand. He did not even look behind him. Sword lights flashed, chopping up a group of Blood Demon cultivators that tried to sneak up on him, causing them to scream miserably.
In the end, Yan Shisan still left. He calmly scanned the battlefield. Most of the places needed reinforcements, so he chose the place with the most severe situation and silently walked over.
Yan Shisan's strength was unfathomable. He clearly possessed the strength of a Ninth Heaven Martial Emperor, but he did not leak out his aura at all.
As Yan Shisan walked around the battlefield with a murderous sword, no one could stop him.
Yan Shisan resolved another encirclement and chopped off the head of the final enemy. Just as he was about to sheathe his sword … Just as he was about to withdraw his sword, the headless bodies of the Demons exploded at nearly the same time.
When the divine light scattered, Yan Shisan saw Di Wuque, who had just withdrawn his fist. The two former opponents met in such a manner.
"Your fist is slower than my sword," Yan Shisan said.
Di Wuque smiled and said, "However, my fist has killed more Demons than your sword."
"However, no matter how many we kill, the two of us will not be able to turn the situation around."
Di Wuque smiled sinisterly and said, "Do you dare to go big?!"
Yan Shisan raised his eyebrows and said, "Speak."
Di Wuque looked at the sky and muttered, "The ones who can truly change the situation are the Primes. However, our Primes are all delayed by the other party. As long as we can have a Prime free up, we can alleviate the current situation. "
Yan Shisan casually looked around. Aside from a few places, most of the people below Prime were pushed back. Like the receding tide, the Demon cultivators and ferocious beasts were boundless, surging over like a flood.
Before such a general trend, the small victories that the two of them created seemed insignificant.
As the Demons gained an increasingly greater advantage, the two of them would soon be targeted and surrounded by true experts.
If all the low-level Demons lost, it would definitely affect the fight between the Primes.
Di Wuque narrowed his eyes as he looked at the Celestial Demon Monarch, the Earth Demon Monarch, and the Shadow Demon Monarch, who were fighting Emperor Forsaken. He said, "Let's go and kill the Primes. Do you dare?!"
"If you dare, why would I not?"
Yan Shisan had long since become indifferent to life and death. His Killing Sword Dao had never been afraid.
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