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Chapter 1101: The kings died under the sword one after another

In the bright blood sun light, fear began to appear in the eyes of the Demon Flame Giant with a big hole in his chest.

"turn out to be,"

"Emperor's son, nothing more than that."

In the void, a Taoist in a blood-red robe stepped over, holding the hilt of a sword, and slowly pulled out the scarlet blade. The sky and the earth were filled with a solidified and terrifying aura, as if all living things were about to freeze.

"The human race's swordsmanship genius..."

The shadow of the one-horned demon behind the Demon Flame Giant no longer concealed the awareness of his own existence and shook.

It seems that, in his mind, the human race is not just as ordinary as the slave race among all races.

This doesn't make sense.

Because the human race is even much weaker than most slave races. Their spiritual and physical talents are extremely weak, and their strength is also weak. They are at the bottom of the slave race, so there is nothing surprising about them.

The result before him, a slave king who directly defeated dozens of kings joining forces, surprised him, but it also seemed reasonable to him.

"die."

Keng!
boom!
The blood between heaven and earth waits for nothing.

Along with the roar of the sky, the celestial phenomena changed dramatically, the sea of ​​clouds parted, and a bright scarlet sun appeared between heaven and earth. The deep red sword intent firmly locked onto the core of the magic flame giant and fell down with a loud bang.

The moment the blood sun fell, the entire world shook, as if the sky and the earth were collapsing and pressing down.

Unstoppable, destroying everything.

"Roar!"

"kill!"

The phantom of the one-horned demon had completely controlled the body of Emperor Cangkong in a short period of time and roared to the sky.

In an instant, the totem phantom merged with the magic flame giant and expanded to the size of a giant thousands of feet tall. When he raised his arms, wind and thunder surged, space shattered, and his aura was so huge that it was enough to hold up the sky with one hand and resist the pressure of heaven and earth without changing his body.

"cut!"

The magic knife in the hands of the one-horned demon has merged into the prototype of the flaming giant pillar imperial weapon of the Emperor of the Sky.

He breathed in the endless chaotic space and slashed a sharp and dark sword towards the sky. The demonic power spread wildly, covering the whole sky and earth, and even dispelled some of the blood light between heaven and earth.

The blood-red sun fell with a loud bang, facing the mountain-like blade of the magic sword.

boom!
Boom!

The moment the sword and the knife came into contact, an indescribable horrific explosion roared, spreading out a circle of pure black ripples. The space within a radius of hundreds of miles was annihilated in an instant, revealing the cold and dead void.

A huge void appeared in the sky, and countless dark winds rushed in, turning thousands of miles of mountains and rivers into an icy prison of death.

All vitality is withered!

This area will form a Jedi of a small world of magic vines that will last for thousands or tens of thousands of years. Even powerful gods will not dare to approach it, otherwise, if they are not careful, the remaining immortal sword intent and immortal knife intent will pierce their sea of ​​consciousness and destroy their souls.

The two sides were deadlocked for a moment.

boom!
There was the sound of flesh tearing and bones breaking.

A giant like a god vomited blood and fell back, smashing heavily on the ground. In an instant, a river was cut off, the ground sank, and a deep valley of tens of kilometers in size was formed. In the center of the valley was a demon flame giant.

He was in a very miserable state at the moment.

The endless chaotic space was broken, and the giant's flesh and skin were shattered in large pieces. Blood flowed like a waterfall, soaking the earth. There were many white bones on his body that broke through the flesh and blood, and could not heal in a short time.

The blood river sword intent intertwined and entangled like a network of numerous rivers, sinking deeply into the body of the Demon Flame Giant, madly corroding and devouring his flesh and blood, greatly suppressing the Demon Flame Giant's self-healing ability and causing his breath to drop rapidly.

"puff!"

"No, this is impossible..."

Many kings roared in panic and vomited blood from the battle formation of the Demon Flame Giants.

They are now,
But it is dominated by the will of the ancient emperor Cang Yan!
How could he be defeated by a slave king!
This should not be the case. Any slave king should be like an ant in front of the ancient emperor's son. He should be extremely weak and should not have any power to resist. This should be an iron rule!

"you,"

"weak."

Jiang Ding said indifferently. Boom!
He waved his hand and slashed down with another sword. The blood sun rose from the earth, breaking through the sea of ​​clouds, bringing bright and hot blood light between heaven and earth, and fell down with a bang.

This sword is exactly the same, without any change.

However, many kings of the Horned Demon Emperor clan and the Emperor of the Sky clearly felt that death was approaching, coming towards them step by step, and was about to drag them into the abyss of total annihilation of their souls, leaving them with no hope of survival.

Finally, he died at the hands of a slave!

"Brother, save me!"

"please!"

The consciousness of Emperor Cangkong revived a little, and he pleaded in panic, no longer caring about the many conflicts and resentments in the past, and shouted out such a title.

The shadow of the one-horned demon ignored them, used his magic sword to stand up shakily.

"River of blood?"

"Blood River King, your name deserves to be remembered by me."

The phantom of the one-horned demon god looked at the blood-robed Taoist in the sky and said calmly: "With your broken foundation, you actually possess the power close to that of a king-level emperor. Even if you face my true form, you are qualified to take my sword."

"rare."

“It’s really rare.”

"Oh?"

"Are you trying to say that you feel dissatisfied in your heart, and if you were in the outside world, you could suppress me with just one hand?"

Jiang Ding had a calm expression, holding the Blood Sun in his hand, and pushed it out again: "This is indeed the truth. Among people of the same level, I am not your opponent. I can't defeat an ancient emperor's son of the same level."

"But what are you unwilling to accept?"

"With so many advantages, at this time, under these conditions, you are defeated by me. What qualifications do you have to be dissatisfied?"

"You,"

"waste!"

boom!
In the sky, a blood sun roared down again. It was straightforward and had no mood to listen to any condescending praise. It suppressed it violently, wanting to crush to death all the creatures who had only words but no hard power and could only find all kinds of reasonable excuses, and chop their souls into ashes.

"waste?"

There was a hint of ferocity in the expression of the one-horned demon.

His life had been glorious since he was born. He had always swept past his peers, leaving them so far behind that he could not even see their backs. In his eyes, the many princes' sons were nothing more than larger ants and were insignificant.

In the future, he is destined to become an ancient emperor, suppress the star field, and become the strongest person in the Jiaoming field.
And now, a slave actually called him waste?
"You are courting death!"

Keng!
The One-Horned Demon God used the Green Flame Spear as a prototype and drew strength from twenty kings without regard for the consequences. The blood and energy were dazzling, condensing together, sublimating, and finally forming a magic sword burning with pitch-black magic flames, which slashed towards the sky.

This sword is his greatest achievement since he started sword-making. It is called the Star Flame Demon Sword. It is armed with a crazy fighting spirit and can destroy the enemy's soul in an instant.

This sword once defeated an ancient emperor's son head-on on the battlefield!

However, facing such a terrifying sword, Xue Yang just rumbled down straight up and hit the Star Flame Demon Sword head-on, breaking it into pieces in an instant. The Blood River Sword Intent rolled over, engulfing all the crazy demonic intent.

There is no reason, no technique.

It's just weak.

Weak swordsmanship!

Without the absolute overwhelming power of his foundation, his swordsmanship, which he was so proud of, was nothing compared to such swordsmanship!
boom!
Boom!

The Star Flame Demonic Sword was shattered, and the Blood-Red Sun was no longer blocked by anything and passed through the body of the Demon Flame Giant.

Between life and death, the ancient emperor Cang Yan, who dominated the body's will, could only barely move his body a little, allowing his left arm and shoulder to bear the horrible and bloody sword.

sizzle...

There was only a slight sound and a wisp of green smoke coming out.

In the peak-like body of the Demon Flame Giant, the left arm, shoulder and half of the body disappeared silently. More than a dozen kings of the Horned Demon Emperor clan died without a sound, their souls and flesh turned to ashes, without any residue left.

(End of this chapter)