Originally in the heart of the demon emperor, even if he would be repressed in the late stage of the Lord God, his own blow was not easily broken by the opponent. At least, one shot did not kill him, and he could do some minor injuries. Arrived, but the result made him surprised.

"What about old things, now I believe what Lao Tzu said. In the same class, Lao Tzu has practiced for so many years. I haven't been afraid of anyone, even if you are God King Lao Tzu!"

At this moment, Feng Chen is mighty and domineering, words are more ruthless than words, and words are arrogant and arrogant. All he has to do is to thoroughly enrage the demon emperor and allow himself time to perform magical powers, and he knows that in the face of this old monster, the opportunity is slightly indulgent. Ephemeral, only once.

"Do n’t you be so proud of yourself, indeed, you are very strong in the same level. You didn't seem to be doing your best just now, but in front of me, you still don't look enough!" The demon emperor's eyes froze, faint Open up.

"Really? Then Lao Tzu will fight you and scramble!" Then the words fell, Feng Chen actually climbed violently, Zhenyuan swelled, and the light on the Red Dust Excalibur was extremely dazzling, just like a red sun in the sky, The powerful war spirit boiled the whole body, causing the strong winds around.

"Old thing, pick me a sword!" Feng Chen put the sword's potential to its peak state, cut off a domineering sword, crossed a sword arc in the void, cut off a sword, leaving a layer of ripples in the space, just like the essence general.

"How can the light of firefighting compete with Haoyue ... Disperse ..." The demon emperor's eyes sank, and he fainted from his mouth, only to see that he hadn't done anything, and the power of the **** emperor swept the world. , Instantly formed an air wall in front of him.

Feng Chen ’s overbearing sword was directly on the air wall in front of the demon emperor, and only a “bang” sound was heard. The sword was scattered and turned into a broken sky. .

"Grass ..." Feng Chen's eyes widened, and the boss with his mouth open didn't close for a long time.

"Boy, isn't a sword about to attack the Emperor's squirrel? Huh, with this power, I also want to shake the Emperor?" The demon emperor gave a cold hum, raised his right hand, and the demon's strength in the body surged. The demon emperor shook his wrist gently, then clenched his right hand into a fist, and a strange sound of "噗噗 噗" was issued in the void. Numerous lines appeared on the surface of his fist, even around his fist. Feng Chen can clearly feel the moral meaning in it.

"This boxing method is called Wanzhong Boxing. The boxing method is just like its name. If you can take the boxer's fist, you can barely get the eyes of the boxer!" After finishing, a red mang continued to swallow on the demon king's fist, heaven and earth Resonated, a punch was smashed towards Feng Chen.

"The realm of swords!" Feng Chen gave a loud shout, the sword rushed out, divided into two, two into four, and four into eight. More and more sword qi centered on him and within a radius of five meters. Covering him firmly over the others, forming an airtight sword shield.

"Hehe ..." Looking at all that Feng Chen did, the demon emperor shook his head. Although this ten thousand heavy punch was not his strongest blow, it should not be underestimated. He said that the power contained in this punch was enough to smash. Death of a demon repairer in the late period of the Lord God.

For a moment, when this fiery fist was less than one meter away from the field of Feng Chen's sword, there was a sudden flash of dazzling light, and instantly, it turned into countless punches.

That ’s right, all of them are densely packed, and there are tens of thousands of them. Only one of these tens of thousands of fist shadows is real, and the other nine hundred and ninety-nine fist shadows are ghosts and illusory. Even if the virtual shadow is illusory, but this also contains 50% of the power of the demon emperor.

"Bang bang ..." A series of explosions rang out, ringing all around, countless punches hit the realm of the sword sealed by dust, and sparks were splashing.

"Grass ... is it so strong?" Feng Chen frowned, and his forehead was covered with dense sweat beads. At this moment, he knew that this blow should not be the strongest attack of the demon emperor, and he definitely had a hole card.

Originally, he was still fortunate in his mind. The demon emperor will repair Xiu to suppress it in the late period of the Lord God. With his own strength, it should be easy to deal with, but he thought more.

If you can live today and see these **** emperors and monsters in the future, how far and far away you are, you will definitely not compete with them.

In fact, it is strange that Feng Chen has thought about it a lot. The demon emperor in front of him is not a new **** emperor strong, but an old **** emperor strong, although his cultivation is in the early state of the **** emperor, However, even if the real strength meets the old strange man in the middle of the emperor, he can easily do it.

After all, even a monk of the same level is also stubborn and weak. This is like Feng Chen. Invincible of the same level can be easily achieved even if the kill is beyond the level.

With the passage of time, the sound of explosions is still sounding. At this moment, tens of thousands of fist shadows have disappeared, and the realm of the sword of the dust is still unbreakable, not even a slight tremor, but the realm of his sword But the light is shining, it seems that the energy in the realm of the sword is also consumed a lot.

"Bang bang ..." At the end, that is, when there were less than ten boxing shadows, there was a slight trembling in the field of swords, only a sound was heard, and the last boxing shadow hit the field of swords. on.

A "click" sounded, and the realm of the sword broke in response. The figure of Feng Chen was like a kite with a broken line. Once again, there was no accidental shock flying out of it, and the blood sprayed out. There was on his chest A depression.

"Fenglong enters the abyss!" Feng Chen was taken out by Zhen Fei and just landed, and the Red Excalibur in his hand was raised, and the sword swordsman walked in front of him, the sword swordsman a little, leaving a shadow of swords wherever he passed.

Immediately, there was a slight space * in the space, and suddenly there were countless cold lights, these cold lights shrouded all around like raindrops.

Buzz Buzz! The harsh sound of swords continued.

A sword dragon transformed from the sword's mind appeared above Feng Chen's head, and when the dragon roared, he rushed to the demon emperor, with a **** mouth, and wanted to swallow the demon emperor.

"People of the Dragon Race?" Feng Chen resisted his undead punch, which has shocked the demon emperor. He did not expect that the boy could launch such a powerful killing stroke with his own punch, which made him subvert his heart. Cognition.

And the yellow dragon in the void, although transformed, has the shape of a dragon.

Throughout the demons, the fighting power of the dragons is undoubtedly the most powerful. No one will provoke the militants of the dragons. Even the current patriarch of the demons, Lei Ying and Lei Wanming, will not easily provok the dragons. Humans are thin, but the combat power is speechless.