The arrogant and domineering spirit swept across the world.
The battle has just begun.
A horizontal stab from the Blazing Demon Spear, with the blessing of the Demon King's power, was dozens of times more powerful than before.
Tian Wancang did not retreat, holding the magic staff, he went straight forward.
"Clang Clang Clang!"
The two magical weapons collided recklessly in the air, and no one could do anything to the other.
Tian Wucang cast a great curse, and the power of the curse filled the sky, causing many demons to retreat to avoid being eroded by the power of the curse.
"Great Heaven Magic!"
Saint Son Taylor roared, and the terrifying Heavenly Magic appeared, knocking away Tianwucang's curse.
The two magics are comparable to each other.
The only difference is that Holy Son Taylor used the power of the Demon Emperor to stabilize Tian Wucang's head.
You come and go on the court, and so far, Tian Wucang has not suffered any defeat.
There is definitely no way to continue like this. The Demon Emperor and the Demon Lord are not on the same level at all.
Under the crushing power of the tyrannical Demon Emperor, Tian Wucang's attack was slightly pale.
This is the gap in realm, which cannot be made up by fighting power.
Not everyone is like Liu Wuxie, who has the ability to surpass the heavens and surpass challenges.
Looking at the fairy world, being able to reach a higher level is enough to defy the heavens. It is unheard of for someone like Liu Wuxie to reach a higher level and kill people.
The appearance of Liu Wuxie subverted many things in the fairy world.
No wonder all the major sects want to get rid of him.
A magic hand stretches out from the clouds. This is the power of the magic of the sky. It can be changed at will.
"Holy Son Tian Wucang, hide quickly!"
The leader of the Beth tribe was extremely anxious and kept reminding him from the sidelines.
Still a step too slow, the magic hand poked out from the clouds and hit Tian Wucang on the back.
"puff!"
Tian Wancang's body flew backwards, spitting demon blood from his mouth.
After an hour of confrontation, Tian Wucang was still slightly inferior.
Taking advantage of the moment when Tian Wucang fell to the ground, Holy Son Taylor did not give up and took action again.
As long as Tian Wucang is killed, no one will compete with him for the position of the No. 1 Holy Son in the Demon Realm.
It won't be long before the Demon Emperor returns. At that time, he can inherit the Demon Emperor's mantle and become the successor of the new generation of Demon Emperor.
"Son Taylor, you are so despicable!"
The leader of the Beth Tribe cursed loudly. He did not expect that Holy Son Taylor would be so despicable.
Tian Wancang was already injured, and he actually took action secretly, which was really a disgrace to the demon clan.
"boom!"
Tian Wucang's body flew out again, and this time he fell to the edge of the ring, with blood staining Tian Wucang's clothes.
He reluctantly stood up, with no trace of pain on Tian Wancang's face.
"Holy Son Tianwucang, surrender quickly!"
The leader of the Bess tribe was extremely anxious and asked the Holy Son to quickly admit defeat.
As long as he admits defeat, Son Taylor will not be able to kill him.
Tian Wucang turned a deaf ear to the sounds around him, holding the magic staff and greeting him again.
I would rather die in battle than admit defeat.
Liu Wuxie stood quietly aside, very anxious.
Each arena is independent and outsiders cannot interfere.
Unless Tian Wucang admits defeat, no one can save him.
The powerful Demon King on the stage is even less likely to interfere in the championship competition.
The vast demonic energy rolled up layers of tides and enveloped Tian Wucang. Holy Son Taylor planned to kill them all.
Among the ten saint sons, only Tian Wucang can threaten him now.
As for Lake, Holy Son Taylor never paid attention to him from beginning to end.
He is just a newly promoted junior commander. Thanks to good luck, he achieved good results in the first two links.
Tian Wancang raised the scepter of gods and demons and once again summoned the ancient magic power.
"Kakakaka!"
The surrounding space continues to collapse, and black holes appear one after another.
Tian Wancang's fighting power is already infinitely close to the Demon Emperor realm.
After all, he is not the real Demon King, that is the difference.
The hurricane was so fierce that it tore all of Tian Wucang's clothes to pieces, and there were more and more wounds on his body.
"Tian Wucang, die!"
The blazing demon spear in the hand of Saint Son Taylor stabbed Tian Wucang directly, intending to penetrate Tian Wucang's body.
Facing the blazing demon gun, Tian Wucang took the initiative and rushed forward.
Chapter completed!