(Thanks to my old friend Shuaiguo for his concern and support, third update) The Golden-winged Roc flapped his wings and rushed forward with a group of flying swords. A loud noise from Ding Ding Dangdang, the flying sword was actually knocked away by the Golden-winged Roc flapping its wings. No flying sword could be cut into his body. With a urge of magic power, the armor-breaking cone left the body. The sharp blade turned back and stabbed it at the Mingjian Zhenren like an arrow. The sharp claws stretched forward and slapped at the Mingjian Zhenren again.

The demon had already noticed something was wrong, and his chest and abdomen were numb, and the toxins spread rapidly along the meridian blood. He was shocked and angry, and suddenly became crazy and wanted to kill Mingjian Zhenren on the spot with his amazing speed and sharp claws and beaks.

Facing such a strong opponent, unable to pull enough distance, the sword cultivator could not display the power of the sword cultivator at all, and he could not dodge it. Ming Jian Zhenren complained secretly, while flying backwards, he waved his right spear and stabbed the slap at the slap of the peng claw. He raised his left hand and slapped it out, facing the armor-breaking cone that had made great efforts.

With a roar, the silver spear was actually slapped away by one claw, and the figure was thrown hundreds of feet away again, and a mouthful of blood was sprayed out of his mouth. The blood in his body was so boiling that it was difficult to control himself. Fortunately, the armor-breaking cone was also knocked away by the palm shadow, and did not stab the Ming Jian Zhenren.

The figure had not stood firm in the air yet, and the golden light flashed in front of him, and another claw roared and slapped at him.

The claw was too fast to avoid it. Ming Jian Zhenren shouted angrily, and his fists came out at the claws. "Crack", the sound of shattering of bones sounded. Ming Jian Zhenren's fists were blurred with flesh and blood, his arms were broken, and his figure was thrown away thousands of feet away like a meteor. Blood in his mouth gushed out, and his internal organs were as uncomfortable as if they were overturned.

The Golden-winged Roc succeeded with a blow, and his figure rushed towards Mingjian Zhenren again without any pause. He raised his other claw and slapped him with one claw, killing Mingjian Zhenren on the spot.

In the slanting thorn, a dazzling rainbow flew over and pointed directly at the neck of the golden-winged roc. In the shocking rainbow was a silver flying sword full of cold light. With the clear sword roar, the void was chopped in half, with a strong sword intent and murderous intent soaring into the sky.

However, Master Yun Kong arrived and sacrificed his natal flying sword from afar.

"Little Zamao, you are looking for death!"

The golden-winged roc spoke, suddenly stopped rushing forward, changed its claws and slapped the silver flying sword that was slashing.

This sword will definitely save the enemy if it attacks the enemy. If the Golden-winged Roc sways its claws to hit the Ming Jian Zhenren, this sword may really cut off half of his head, and in a hurry, it will change the direction of the claws' attack.

With a "clang", the silver flying sword was slapped away by one of its claws. A sword mark that was as deep as inches was left on the sharp claws as solid as gold.

With this moment of blocking, the real person Ming Jian finally escaped the fatal crisis and flew thousands of feet away. His heart moved at will. A green flying sword spiraled and slashed towards the golden-winged roc. The silver spear shone brightly, twisting and changing, turning into more than ten feet long, and whistling and stabbing at the golden-winged roc.

On the other side, hundreds of long silver dust silks fell from the sky, and the sound of breaking through the air made a loud sound, cutting the void into cracks and wrapping them up towards the golden-winged roc. Master Yunkong looked solemn, holding a silver wire whisk in his hand. When he waved, dense dust silks swayed.

Although these dust silks are fast, they are not sharper than the sword shadows sacrificed by the Mingjian Zhenren, and it is difficult to hurt the Golden-winged Roc. However, they can prevent his figure from rushing forward. Once they are trapped by the dust silk, the Mingjian Zhenren may set up a sword formation in an instant. Once the sword formation comes out, the Golden-winged Roc's speed will inevitably be bound.

The silver sword sacrificed by Master Yun Kong and the silver spear in Master Ming Jian’s hand are two spiritual treasures. They are attacked on both sides. If one is not careful, there will be a fatal crisis.

This is not all. What shocked the Golden-Winged Big Phang the most was that the poison in the body could not be suppressed and the internal organs were torn apart. Because of the corrosion of the toxins, the injuries could not be repaired with magic power. At this speed, the toxins would soon spread to the whole body, and the internal organs might all rot.

The powerful man in the Demon King Realm cannot be like an immortal. He can create a body again as long as his soul is not damaged. This body cannot be abandoned.

Under the poisoning, his magical powers have been greatly reduced. If the toxins continue to spread, they may even be poisoned. Fortunately, his magic power is deep and his body is strong, which can delay the rapid spread of the toxins. If it were a demon king below level nine, he would probably have died at this moment.

He was not afraid of being besieged by Master Yun Kong and Master Ming Jian. With his speed, as long as he wanted to escape, he could escape at any time, but he was afraid that the poison in his body would continue to spread.

Thinking of this, Wuxin rejoices in his battle. He slapped his wings and dense wind blades flew out, protecting his body, opened his mouth, and a purple light flew out, turning into a purple flywheel, slashing straight for the whistling silver spear, letting go of his spiritual sense to sweep the ground, wanting to check whether Liu Changsheng was shot to death by himself, and taking Liu Changsheng's body away.

The flywheel was incredibly fast, but it had hit the silver spear with a flash. With a "click", the long spear of the spiritual treasure level was cut by the flywheel like a firewood. The flywheel's momentum had not yet declined and whimpered at the real person Mingjian.

The Ming Jian Zhenren's arms were broken and he was flying backwards, trying to distance himself from the Golden-winged Roc. Seeing the purple flywheel as sharp as it was, he was startled and did not dare to resist. He suddenly flew towards the ground. The flywheel flew over the top of his head. Then, it suddenly changed direction and hovered towards the silver sword sacrificed by the Yun Kong Zhenren.

Dust silk, flying sword, and wind blades face each other, and the roar sounds resounded throughout the world. Dust silk and wind blades shattered one after another, but thirty-six flying swords were hit and danced all over the sky.

The silver sword and the flywheel collided, and the silver sword was cut out a deep gap and almost broke.

The Mingjian Zhenren and Yun Kong Zhenren jointly attacked, but they could not hurt the Golden-winged Great Roc at all.

However, the golden-winged roc was furious, his eyes were red, and his claws with 80% strength failed to slap Liu Changsheng to death. At this moment, Liu Changsheng not only crawled out from the ground, but also took away the armor-breaking cone.

Seeing Liu Changsheng running wildly against the ground, he couldn't help but get angry from his heart, and evil was coming to his courage. His wings were closed and he swept down, and he rushed towards Liu Changsheng like a mountain pressing down.

The distance between the two was only more than ten thousand feet away. The golden-winged roc swept down and in an instant it reached the sky above Liu Changsheng's head. With a sharp claw, he suddenly grabbed it. The golden-winged roc had already made up his mind and left after catching Liu Changsheng. As for the poison in his body, Liu Changsheng naturally needed to be relieved.

Unexpectedly, Liu Changsheng's body movement was light and agile, and he suddenly rushed forward like a flea, avoiding the sharp claws he was exploring.

The Golden-winged Great Pluto was stunned at first, and the other claw was leaping down like lightning and grabbed it again. However, Liu Changsheng suddenly turned around at this moment, raised his hands high, held a purple-gold stick in his right hand, and swung it round and smashed it hard on the peng's claws. However, in his left hand, he was tightly clutching a purple-gold gourd. The gourd mouth was wide open, and the light of inspiration was released. With a rumbling sound, a ball of blue, white and red flames spewed out of the gourd, instantly spreading into a sea of ​​fire, wrapping the Golden-winged Great Pluto in the middle.

The penis claws and long sticks collided, and a loud sound like a croaking metal and iron sound. The penis claws were repelled, but Liu Changsheng's figure flew backwards and retreated a thousand feet. This stick was naturally leveraging the force to use force. The technique of moving stars and changing fighting was simultaneously activated. The 30% of the force contained in the penis claws was vented in the purple gold gourd through the left arm. The three-color flames sprayed out from the gourd instantly blazed.

Even Liu Changsheng, who had the Nanming Lihuo, was reluctant to bear the heat. At this moment, the sea of ​​fire soared into the sky, and the golden-winged roc instantly turned into a huge three-color fireball of thousands of feet.

The void within a radius of dozens of miles instantly became a hot fire cave. The flames rolled and crackled, and the void was twisted and blurred. Across a distance, Zhenren Mingjian was dry and his face was so tingling and stinging. He couldn't help but fly towards the distance, just trying to be farther away from the sea of ​​fire.

True Man Yun Kong had not been too close to the Golden-winged Roc. Seeing this purgatory-like three-colored sea of ​​fire, he felt the unbearable heat. His pupils shrank, his heart palpitations, turned around and left, retreating far away. However, the silver giant sword hovered in the air and slashed at the Golden-winged Roc hard.

This chapter is over.
Chapter completed!