I have been humiliated but I will not yield to the demon fairy

"Cut the nonsense!"

She swung the spear in her hand and threw it at the black-haired witch.

Upon seeing this, the black-haired witch gathered blood-red magic in her hands, transforming it into a red whip that could kill with one blow. She then swung it to meet the attack of the white-haired witch, entangled the black spear, and threw it into the sea of blood.

In the blink of an eye.

The two people's demonic auras collided, causing huge waves and a faint momentum to destroy everything.

They are the same person, yet they are different beings.

At this moment of fighting, both sides have the idea of ​​merging with each other and proving that they are the only Demon Lord.

The two men have similar personalities, and mockery and contempt often flicker between their lips and teeth, as if they want to completely defeat the other and prove that they are the true Demon Lord.

Black energy danced wildly in the hands of the white-haired witch, and the deadly black light was like a swarm of bees, weaving a suffocating net that surrounded the black-haired witch.

The black-haired witch's red whip also rolled into a ball, like a fire dragon, biting everywhere to avoid the attacks of the white-haired witch, and attacking the white-haired witch from time to time.

The two have equal strength, but the White Demon Lord has just taken over the body, and she hasn't moved her hands and feet for a long time, so she hasn't been able to fully control her strength yet.

The two men's attack and defense collided violently in mid-air, making a "clang" sound.

Although the Demon Lord's true body is confined in the Fairy Picture, the strength of the two is far beyond the reach of ordinary people.

In the blink of an eye, after they had exchanged hundreds of moves, the sea of blood was filled with scorching flames and icy black mist, as if it was about to tear the entire space apart.

Leng Xuan stood quietly by the side, following the movements of the two men.

These two witches appear to be the same person.

In fact, it is indeed the same.

They are in different periods and are the demon lords of different periods.

Therefore.

There are subtle differences in temperament.

It represents that the former Dark Lord was more charming and attractive.

The White Demon Lord, who represents the present, is more mature and arrogant.

The two sides in the fight are like light and shadow.

As the battle progressed, their clothes were splashed with magic and began to rip.

The skirt of the White Demon Lord was wide open, revealing his delicate and smooth skin, like the finest white jade.

The Dark Lord's low-cut black dress had turned into rags, unable to cover her enchanting and graceful figure. She looked like a black butterfly, like prey, waiting to be captured.

have to say.

No matter which period the Demon Lord is from, they are all deadly beauties. The charm and power they generate are enough to make anyone tremble.

Leng Xuan had no intention of getting involved in their dispute.

I think that in essence it is just the Demon Lord himself fighting with his left hand against his right hand.

No matter what the final result is, he has a way to train the degenerate.

372. The witch felt a little weak because of herself?

The black and white shadows intersected and echoed in mid-air, making a huge noise. The black and white auras surged and entangled in mid-air, as if to tear the entire blood sea apart.

Both of them were knocked back several steps by the air wave.

But they quickly adjusted their state and continued to fight fiercely in mid-air.

Every move is deadly, magic power is running rampant, and the scene is extremely thrilling.

Leng Xuan stood in place, shaken by the air waves caused by the collision of the two people's magic power, and almost took off.

It's similar to the scene last time.

The only difference is.

This time, the Black Demon Lord has the blessing of the Blood Sea.

The endless small tentacles under the sea became one of her means of fighting the enemy.

The White Demon Lord, on the other hand, was more mature and could counter each move with ease.

The black and white shadows fought fiercely in mid-air. Each move was accompanied by a huge impact of magic, which set off layers of huge waves above the sea of blood, as if to boil and overturn the entire sea of blood.

The blood-red whip in the black-haired witch's hand was like a living thing, stretching and shrinking, sometimes forming a whip and sometimes turning into a blood-red python, swimming around to avoid the white-haired witch's sword moves, while attacking the other party from time to time.

The white-haired witch's sword flashed red, and each sword strike could cut the enemy in half.

However, facing the black-haired witch's ever-changing offensive, he could only barely parry and dodge, and found it difficult to take the initiative.

The black-haired witch now not only has the memories and magic of the past, but also the blessing of the blood-red sea, and seems to have the upper hand.

But the White-haired Witch was not to be outdone. As the current Demon Lord, although she had just regained control of her body, her strength was no less than that of the Black-haired Witch. She was at ease and made decisive moves according to the situation, and the Black-haired Witch did not take any advantage of her.

The longer the two fought, the more frequent and intense the collisions of magic became, and the more abstract and chaotic the scene became.

Huge black and white air waves surged and collided in the air, running around in all directions, unpredictable.

The figures of the two people became increasingly difficult to see, and could only be vaguely seen in the black and white air waves, with occasional loud noises of whips and swords colliding and demonic auras exploding.

This fight is like a contest between black and white, past and present.

But the two forces are closely linked and interdependent, and cannot truly merge.

Although the black-haired witch has memories of the past, she is no longer the past; although the white-haired witch represents the present, she cannot completely sever her ties with the past.

They seem to be twins that complement and counteract each other, and neither can completely defeat the other.

Leng Xuan watched from afar and could hardly see the specific fight between the two. He only felt that two huge black and white magic powers were colliding in mid-air, as if there was no end.

He understood that this fight would hardly have a result.

Just as black and white, light and shadow, past and present cannot be truly separated.

These two should be a unified whole.

What is far more difficult than defeating others is defeating yourself.

So if we don't consider external forces.

Simply relying on the limits of their own abilities.

It's difficult to tell the winner at this moment.

In this way, Hei Yunshang and Bai Yunshang fought in the air for a long time. Their clothes were soaked with sweat and magic aura, and looked particularly messy.

Gradually, both of them realized that

If this continues, it will be difficult to truly determine the winner.

"enough."

Hei Yunshang was the first to stop and suggested a pause in the fight.

The white-haired witch's eyes narrowed, and finally she silently chose to stop.

The two men landed on the sea of blood and looked at each other.

They were all thinking about how to end this fruitless contest.

"We all know that continuing like this is a waste of time and energy," Hei Yunshang said, "but neither of us will accept a draw."

The other party knows me too well.

And she only needs to understand herself to understand the other person.

Even though she could feel that this white-haired version of herself was obviously much weaker than herself, and she had the advantage of the Blood Sea, she should have been able to win for sure.

But it is precisely because this guy has an absolute understanding of himself.

And with his more mature and sophisticated use of magic charm, he was barely able to match himself.

This can indeed be seen from this.

When she clashed with the other party before, this woman did hold back a lot.

The white-haired witch secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

But on the surface he remained unmoved.

She looked at him calmly and said softly,

"So... you're scared?"

The influence of the goddess on her was too severe.

She still hasn't recovered from the previous confrontation with the goddess.

To be honest, the more this situation happens, the more pressure the other party can bring to her.

"Oh, scared?"

The black-haired demon king responded coldly as if he had heard a joke:

"You're overthinking it. If you want to keep fighting me, that's fine. I don't mind. But the difference between us, winning or losing, will definitely be a matter of a hair's breadth. This means that even the winner will still be in a very bad state."

Although I don't want to admit that I am weaker.

But this is indeed the case.

In the case of similar levels.

Perhaps they can only win if they play all their cards and give their all.

As for after winning.

It is estimated that it will be a long period of weakness.

When you are in an extremely weak state, it is easy for others to take advantage of you.

No matter who was on either side, they were unwilling to fall into such a state of extreme insecurity, so they simultaneously stopped the fight that could destroy the entire sea of blood.

"What do you want?"

The White-haired Demon Lord did not continue to refute, but asked lightly.

She has absolute confidence in herself.

Even if they don't fight with force, she is confident that she can be the winner.

After all, she is the real thing, and the other party is just a counterfeit created by the goddess based on her to keep the world running and developing. Everything is based on her as the prototype, and they are not qualified to be compared with her at all.

The black-haired demon lord said slowly, "I've come up with some ideas. I'll go and verify them with you later. Before that, let's temporarily cease fire."

Hearing this, White Demon Lord stared into the other person's eyes, his deep eyes filled with thoughts.

After a while, she nodded quietly and agreed.

"Row."

The words fell.

The magic charm lingering around Zhou Shen was instantly absorbed into her body.

The tall and voluptuous figure began to shrink slightly.

After a while, she turned back into a petite little loli.

Si Yuewu regained control of this demonic body.

Can't see.

Because of the goddess, the Demon Lord cannot control the initiative of his body for a long time.

At this time, Leng Xuan was already dressed.

He walked forward and picked up Si Yuewu, who was lying on the ground and sleeping. The high-intensity physical fight just now had obviously tired the little girl.

Looking at the sleeping Si Yuewu, Leng Xuan showed a faint smile on his face. He reached out and gently lifted the hair on the tip of her nose and tucked it behind her ear.

"Come here, I have something to talk to you about."

The witch beside him spoke at this time. Leng Xuan could keenly sense from the other party's voice that this woman's voice was vaguely weak, and obviously not as calm as it seemed on the surface.

373. The goddess never cares

Above the bloody sea, the sky was covered with dark clouds and a thick blood mist filled the air.