Sure enough, the Holy Bear King's double hammers failed to completely stop Zhang Zhengxuan's sword, but they were almost cut into the void.
This made the Holy Bear King furious. He used his sledgehammer to kill Zhang Zhengxuan crazily, but he was suppressed one after another and gradually fell behind.
After drinking tea, the Holy Bear Demon King's body was covered with wounds torn apart by the sword's will, and there was blood pouring out.
Failure is only a matter of time.
"Haha, Holy Bear Demon King, stop insisting and admit defeat, otherwise you will lose your life, it's not worth it."
High in the sky, Zhang Zhengxuan is holding an immortal sword, and behind him there are thousands of sword shadows surrounding the phantom of the immortal will, just like the ancient sword immortal king.
"I, the Holy Bear Clan, never admit defeat!"
The Holy Bear Demon King was so proud that he immediately mobilized all the blood power in his body to kill him again.
"snort!"
Zhang Zhengxuan shook his head. Originally, he would use this move when he wanted to confront beings like Li Futu or even Jimo Demon King, but now, he had to use it.
"Thousands of swords volley in the sky, one strike will kill you!"
"die!"
Along with Zhang Zhengxuan's angry shout, with the sword in his hand as the center, thousands of sword shadows gathered on the sword body, and boundless righteousness filled the air, blessing this sword light to slash down.
The sword light surpassed ten thousand feet, causing the color of the world to change.
Killing the mortal, pagoda, and returning to heaven are the three sword techniques handed down from the ancient Xuantian sect. They are infinitely mysterious and extremely powerful.
With one strike of the sword, the Holy Bear Demon King was directly swallowed up.
After the sword energy swept across the battlefield and the dust fell to the ground, warriors from all major ethnic groups discovered that the Holy Bear Demon King had fallen from the sky.
Both of his arms were cut off by the sword light. Although he was not dead, his cultivation was cut off from the waist. If he wanted to return to his peak state, there was no hope.
The demon clan was actually defeated in this battle!
And Zhang Zhengxuan also brought the first victory to the human race!
It took a long time until the Holy Bear Demon King fell to the ground, and then a wave of cheers broke out among the human race.
In the seventh battle, the human race finally won.
Starting from Yin Rourou just now, the human race has already gained momentum. Although Yin Rourou was defeated, she still lifted up the aura of the human race.
"Haha, the body of the Holy Bear clan is nothing more than this!"
Zhang Zhengxuan returned the sword to its sheath and sneered.
"Human race, you really don't know how to live or die!"
The One-Horned Immortal King didn't even look at the Holy Bear Demon King, his eyes were fixed on Zhang Zhengxuan.
The next moment, he flew directly out and was suspended in the middle of the battlefield.
"Today, I will cut you into pieces!"
The One-horned Immortal King was furious.
This time, as the leader of the demon clan, he came to the Abyss of No Return, so it was naturally impossible for him to let the dignity of the demon clan be insulted.
But now, in the war between the three clans, his demon clan is actually about to become the weakest existence. How can he bear this!?
He can't wait for the final battle, he must take action now!
"Haha, Dujiao, your opponent is me, let me come and meet you!?"
However, Li Futu stepped out, hugged his shoulders and smiled.
"Junior brother, go down and adjust your breathing."
"Yeah." Zhang Zhengxuan nodded. Just before the battle, he used the Guitian Sword Technique, which indeed consumed a lot of money.
"Brother Li, why don't you let me do this battle?"
However, at this moment, Jun Bufan suddenly stood up.
"You!? Haha, can you do it!? This demon king of the Yanyan Tiger Clan has his only origin."
Zhang Zhengxuan sneered as he retreated.
Now, he no longer takes Jun Bufan seriously.
Having mastered the Guitian Sword Slash, he already had the capital to fight against his senior brother Li Futu. The position of the third son of the Wei Dynasty belonged to him.
Jun Bufan ignored Zhang Zhengxuan's sneer and just looked at Li Futu.
He naturally had his own plan. He faced Dujiao in this battle. With all his strength, he might not be unable to win. After that, Li Futu would definitely fight Jimo.
Jimo is the most terrifying among these people. When the time comes, it will be best if both of them lose.
Li Futu frowned, it didn't matter who he fought.
It's just that he is getting more and more fed up with Jun Bufan's random actions.
Just as he was about to respond, Jimo's laughter suddenly sounded.
"Hey, don't be too modest. I can't wait for the ten-round challenge. Why don't we come together!"
As soon as the voice fell, the Jimo Demon King appeared in the center of the battlefield.
Behind him, followed the thin Hunni Demon King.
"My patience has really been exhausted by you!"
"In this way, we two demon kings will fight against all of you!"
"Whether it's the Demon King or the Human Immortal King, if any of you wants to come, let's do it together!"
"I, Jimo and Hunhe, will take them all!"
"how!?"
Jimo sneered, his voice rolling like thunder, resounding throughout the abyss of no return.
Not only that, at this time, the demonic energy in Jimo's body gradually spread, and the terrifying pressure even made the faces of the one-horned demon king and Li Futu gradually change!
There was actually a feeling of being unable to breathe.
Is this Jimo so arrogant that he wants to challenge the strong men of all ethnic groups!?
"Humph, senior brother, since this Jimo Demon King is so arrogant, then we will help him. If we go together, we can't kill him if we don't believe it!"
Zhang Zhengxuan swallowed a bottle of elixir and flew back again.
Jun Bufan also winked at the Chonglou disciples behind him, and the four geniuses also stepped forward.
The one-horned demon king's pupils shrank, and he waved his big hand. Behind him, there were also two demon kings with top-notch immortal king combat power, flying up.
A group of strong men surrounded Jimo and Hunhe in a tacit understanding, obviously wanting to join forces.
Although the demon tribe is very powerful and tramples the human race under its feet, they all know that the real threat is not the opponent, but the dark demon tribe.
If Jimo is killed, the points here will all belong to them. It doesn't matter if the human race and the demon race fight against each other.
"Haha, very good, you are really obedient!"
"Come on, whatever means you have, feel free to use them. Let me see how confident you are that you dare to come to the Abyss of No Return!"
Jimo sneered again and again, but his voice suddenly became sharp. There were huge black magic wings behind him, which suddenly bloomed, and the demonic energy rolled and rushed into the sky.
Not only that, all the powerful men suddenly discovered that the surrounding sky was completely darkened, as if the entire area within a thousand miles had become the domain of Jimo!
His movements, movements, and even his breathing became slower than before.
"Could this be a demon realm that can only be used by the Dark Demon Clan Demon Lord!?"
In this dark sky, all the strong men's expressions changed.
Even Li Futu and the One-Horned Immortal King were as cold and gloomy as water!
Who would have thought that Jimo could actually exert magical powers half as powerful as those in the Demon Realm!
And this kind of magical power can only be used by the Demon Lord of the Demon Clan, and the Demon Lord is equivalent to the Immortal Lord of the Human Clan.
How can this be defeated?
But at this time, Ling Tian, who was far away from the mountain wall and not covered by the demonic realm, sneered and shook his head slowly.
"It's just using formations to imitate the realm...it's still weak!"