The demon clan lost three games in a row. Chai Laogou barked angrily "bark woof" and the momentum of the demon clan behind him was already very low.

Especially when they saw Niu Shicai being punched by Gu Zixu, that scene was deeply imprinted in their hearts.

"Elder Chai, I will fight in the next battle."

A man with wings came out. He was wearing a blue gown. He was somewhat handsome, but his lower body was almost the same as that of a bird.

Chai Laogou glanced at him and said: "Okay, Jin Peng must win this battle for me, otherwise the ancestor in the sky will be disgraced."

Jin Peng nodded, waved his wings lightly, and flew up, landing lightly on the field.

Xia Hongchen originally wanted to step forward during this battle, but was beaten to the punch by a blond and blue-eyed male, Gu Daozi.

"Elder Cheng, junior Radi Mello, leave this battle to me!"

Cheng Tiannan glanced at him and said: "He turns out to be an ancient Taoist who practices the methods of Western gods. Go ahead and fight this battle."

Radi Mello slightly arched his hands, and as the zhenqi surged in his body, two bulges suddenly appeared on his back.

Then, in everyone's surprised eyes, a pair of snow-white wings rushed out from the bulge on his back.

With the flapping of his wings, Radi Mello's body slowly floated up and landed not far from Jin Peng.

"Oh my God, is this an angel?" Wenya looked at Radi Mello in surprise, with some disbelief in her eyes.

Mu Xi smiled and explained: "Actually, martial arts practice is just a mainstream practice. There is an independent practice system in the West. They practice by relying on the power of faith."

"It seems to be a cultivation method that has been passed down from a long time ago. This is what I discovered when I looked at the history of martial arts some time ago."

Wen Ya nodded in understanding. She actually wanted to ask if there were any other cultivators besides them.

But then I thought about it, there were so many people here, and there were dozens of Yaoguangtian-level ancestors in the sky, so I suppressed my curiosity.

Radi Mello's whole body exuded a pure white light, like an angel coming to the world. He stretched out his right hand and pointed at Jin Peng.

"The Sword of Judgment!"

Before he finished speaking, a golden sword light descended from the sky, carrying a holy power, as if it was going to purify all the filth in the world.

Jin Peng glanced lightly at the golden lightsaber above his head, and waved the cyan wings behind him lightly, causing a strong wind in an instant.

The strong winds condensed into wind knives, shattering the incoming golden lightsabers, turning them into dots of golden light, which scattered on the ground.

"Whoa!"

The golden roc soared into the sky and condensed countless wind knives around him. As he thought, the wind knives like dense raindrops slashed downwards in an instant.

Radi Mello's expression darkened, his wings vibrated, and his body quickly retreated. At the same time, he saw the right moment, soared into the sky, condensed a lightsaber in his hand, and bullied himself up.

Jin Peng looked at the flying Radi Mello, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he burst out with the cultivation of Hollow Ming Dzogchen, and the violent momentum knocked back the attacking Radi Mello.

"Not good!" Radi Mello's expression changed drastically. He didn't expect that Jin Peng had been hiding his strength.

At the moment when he was shocked, Jin Peng turned into a blue lightning, bursting out at a top speed of 200 meters per second, and rushed over.

"puff!"

In an instant, cyan lightning passed through Radi Mello's body and split him in half in the air.

Blood fell like rain, staining the earth red.

The warriors on the human side were extremely shocked, and only a handful of them could clearly see Jin Peng's movement trajectory.

Xia Hongchen sighed and said: "Lady Melo underestimated the enemy too much, and the golden roc deliberately led him to high altitude. If I guessed correctly, he should have awakened a trace of roc blood."

"What are your chances of winning against that golden roc?" Sword Demon asked.

Xia Hongchen thought for a moment and said: "If it were before, there would have been an 80% chance of winning, but since Jin Peng's cultivation has reached the Great Perfection of Kongkong Ming, I estimate that I only have a 50% chance of winning."

Mu Xi and Wen Ya were eager to give it a try, but were held back by Shen Hao. Although the two women were not weak in strength, they were probably still in danger against Jin Peng.

Chai Lao Gou was very proud at this time, and said to himself: "Damn, I finally got the game back, it's such a relief!"

This time it was Cheng Tiannan's turn to turn dark. He originally thought that even if a warrior practicing the Western God's technique was defeated, he would not be defeated so miserably.

However, he didn't expect that he would be struck violently by someone as soon as he met him. The momentum he had finally built up suddenly dropped again.

"What are you doing? There's no one to challenge, right?" Chai Lao Gou's wrinkles squeezed together when he smiled.

Cheng Tiannan snorted coldly and said: "You only won one out of four games. What's the point of making such a fuss? Pang Mingqing, come on!"

A man holding a spear walked out from the crowd. He exuded a strong murderous aura and rushed forward with an indifferent expression.

In the blink of an eye, he and Jin Peng were fighting together, both of them were extremely fast.

"What is the origin of this person? His artistic conception of the way of gun has reached a high level. Is he also an ancient Taoist?" Shen Hao asked curiously.

Xia Hongchen said: "This person seems to be a disciple of the Martial Arts Academy. He has been training in Xuanyuan Ancient City for three years, wandering on the edge of life and death every day."

"His killing intent is so strong, it's really scary." Ying Wanqing said.

The sword demon thought for a while and said: "This person seems to be following the path of killing. The more creatures he kills, the higher his cultivation level will be."

While everyone was discussing, they looked at the battle that had reached a fever pitch. The two were about to decide the winner.

However, no one noticed that after Mu Xi felt the killing intent, his originally dark pupils suddenly turned red.

But this situation only lasted less than a second, and then returned to normal.

Even Mu Xi herself didn't notice the changes in her body.

At this time, the Rakshasa blood in her body seemed to be gradually reviving amidst the strong killing intent.

"Boom!"

There was an explosion, and Jin Peng's claws and Pang Mingqing's spear collided violently.

There were bursts of fire visible to the naked eye.

"Break it!" Pang Mingqing roared, and a scene like a sea of ​​blood appeared behind him.

Generally, warriors at the Dongkong Ming level can cause some strange phenomena in the world as long as they have outstanding talents.

Some people can summon strong winds, and some can trigger a prairie fire hundreds of feet tall, and even in the summer, there will be a phenomenon of snow falling hundreds of feet high.

This is a symbol of strength, equivalent to one's own domain.

Not to be outdone, Jin Peng mobilized the true energy in his body and exploded with powerful wind-attribute power. The spiritual energy in the air was affected and flowed rapidly, forming a violent wind.

"The wind is coming from a hundred feet away!"

The strong wind kept spinning, forming a huge vortex with a diameter of a hundred feet, and violently collided with the sea of ​​blood.
Chapter completed!