Primeval Demonic Realm, in the northern battlefield, after Zhi Ming fought against the witch, the battle was fierce and the aftermath was heavy.
When the sword light and Chang Ling collided, Xuan Jie came through the air, Sword Qi penetrated the body, and brought out a waterfall of brilliant blood flowers.
At the critical moment, in front of the Wu Clan army, a White-robed Witch Queen jumped into the battle, and with his vast palm power, he set off a huge storm.
In the sky, Gandharva saw this, stepped lightly on the lotus steps, turned his palms to attract the demonic energy, and greeted him with a shocking palm.
In the battle between kings, the sky fell and the earth fell, the devil's palm shook the waves, the undercurrent of the waves shook sharply, and the two of them were knocked back with a thump.
White-robed Witch Queen looked at the girl in front of him and frowned slightly. Demonic General is so powerful. Who is this person? Why has he never appeared before?
Just as the two king-level experts were fighting each other, in the battle below, Plain-clothed Figure swept in front of Witch Queen Feiyu, his sword sharp and deadly.
Witch Queen Feiyu recovered from the shock, held a sword firmly on his shoulder, guided the energy with his delicate hands, and long green silk ribbons spread out and wrapped around the former.
Chang Ling attacked him, Ning Chen showed no fear in his expression, and held his left hand empty, Nine Transformations of Xuanjie turned into a sword and came forward. The two swords flowed side by side and came forward to meet the attack.
From the strong sword to the soft long silk, the divine weapons are handed over again. The long silk changes shape, wraps around the sharp sword, and blocks the sword moves.
At the same time, several other long ribbons spread out and wrapped around Zhiming's body.
"Not good."
The battle situation changed in a blink of an eye, so fast that people could not react in time. Outside the battle situation, Gandharva and Prince Xuankong's expressions changed. They did not dare to delay and immediately rushed to the front of the battle situation.
The moment the two moved, four witch queens rushed out in front of the witch army and joined forces to stop the Demon Prince.
Prince Xuankong took action, a punch that shook the world, and the void collapsed. In front, the four shamans poured out their energy and energy, merging water, fire, wind and thunder to block Demonic Might.
There were thunderous tremors, roaring aftershocks, the heaven and earth shook violently, and thousands of miles sank.
Not far away, White-robed Witch Queen also took action to block Gandharva. In the blink of an eye, they clashed several times, and rumbling sounds resounded throughout the battlefield.
The two kings were blocked, and there was a battle below. Chang Ling was trapped and knew her fate, and the battle situation was temporarily in danger.
With his opponent under control, Witch Queen Feiyu couldn't help but feel relieved, and his true energy circulated, suppressing the injuries on his body.
This Heavenly Demon Royal Clan's Thirteenth Prince is really difficult to deal with. Both her combat experience and sword attainments are rare in the world. If her cultivation level were not much higher than his, it would be difficult for her to win this battle.
In the sky, seeing Thirteenth Prince in danger, Gandharva's expression darkened and he did not dare to hesitate any longer. He gave a soft drink and a red mist filled the air.
"Huh?"
In the battlefield, when the six witch queens saw this, their expressions were condensed. They did not dare to be careless, and they raised their energy to block the red mist.
However, a shocking scene occurred. The red mist emanating from Gandharva quickly eroded the body-protecting essence of the six witch queens, becoming unstoppable.
In the battle below, Witch Queen Feiyu, who was injured, was fine for a moment. A trace of red mist entered his body. He staggered suddenly and vomited out a mouthful of blood.
"The red mist is poisonous, everyone, be careful."
In the void, White-robed Witch Queen flipped his palms to shake away the red mist that was spreading around him, and reminded him in a condensed voice.
She looks like a girl and can emit red mist all over her body. Could this be her identity?
Eight Legions, Gandharva!
White-robed Witch Queen's expression became solemn. Eight Legions died in a war in ancient times. Why does he still appear here?
"Gandharva, thank you very much."
In the battle below, the moment Witch Queen Feiyu's Kung Fu body was injured, a calm voice came out, and inside the heavily entangled long silk, Sword Qi broke through the air and tore the bonds around him.
Plain-clothed Figure walked out, his figure passed by, and was in front of Witch Queen Feiyu.
With the cold sword light, the sword broke through Witch Queen Feiyu's body-protecting essence and penetrated into the latter's shoulder. The gushing blood dyed Crimson Sword's front, making it dazzling.
He was poisoned first, Witch Queen Feiyu's body was restrained, his reaction was already a little slower, the sword edge penetrated his body, and he was severely injured again.
"Fei Yu!"
White-robed Witch Queen's expression changed slightly. However, he was in the poisonous red mist formation and was unable to do anything at all. It was too late to provide support.
Not far away, Prince Xuankong's eyes flashed with concentration. One person held back the four Witch Queens, not giving them a chance to support them.
This is the best opportunity. If a Witch Queen can be eliminated here, the morale of the demon army will definitely be boosted.
In the battle below, a sword struck the sky, and Witch Queen Feiyu stepped back in succession. On his left shoulder, the blade of the sword penetrated his body, and blood continued to drip.
The body was severely injured and it was difficult to lift the power. Witch Queen Feiyu raised his hand to grab the edge of the sword and forcibly stopped his retreat.
Ning Chen snorted coldly, the sword in his hand turned around, and a waterfall of blood spurted out, dyeing it red again.
Witch Queen Feiyu groaned, blood dripping from his delicate hands, and he barely raised his left hand and slapped the former.
Ning Chen swung his sword to meet him. Above the Xuanjie, Demonic Qi surged, powerfully shaking the king's palm.
"Uh"
Demonic Qi phage, Witch Queen Feiyu Blood overflowed from the mouth, the figure flew hundreds of feet, and crashed onto the ground.
"Ahem"
In the dust and sand, Witch Queen Feiyu staggered to his feet, coughing violently several times, blood staining his body, and he was extremely desolate.
In front of the witch army, the six witch queens looked at the battle ahead with concentration in their eyes.
Even Bai Zhi took action, but they were still at a disadvantage. Heavenly Demon Royal Clan was indeed not easy to deal with.
"Thirteenth Prince of Heavenly Demons, we are all impressed."
Among the six witch queens, a woman in a black dress spoke calmly.
"Nine Nether Demonic Emperor's disciple is naturally not too bad."
Next to her, the Witch Queen in red responded calmly.
"Feiyu is injured and may not be able to hold on anymore. Hongxue, please take action." The Witch Queen in black dress said.
"Yeah"
The red-clothed Witch Queen nodded, without further delay, her figure flashed past and disappeared.
In the battle ahead, the sword light broke through the dust and swept over again, with a cold and murderous intent, and it was extremely bone-piercing.
With murderous intent ahead, determination flashed in Witch Queen Feiyu's eyes, his hands opened and closed, and his true energy moved backwards. Suddenly, blood mist spurted out, and violent true energy swept out.
"A desperate move? Is this necessary?"
Ning Chen The corners of his mouth curved slightly, and he said something through the voice transmission. He moved a little faster and was in front of the former in an instant.
"Keng!"
The sword edge broke through the air, but the sound of the clash of divine soldiers was heard. In front of Witch Queen Feiyu, a beautiful figure in red appeared, and the red long sword in his hand blocked Moon Demon Divine Artifact.
"Thirteenth Prince's sword is amazing. This round, my witch clan lost."
Witch Queen Hongxue said something, and the sword swung past, red snowflakes filled the air, and the battle was forcibly opened.
As soon as he finished speaking, Witch Queen Hongxue quickly exited the battlefield with Witch Queen Feiyu, who had been severely injured.
In the battlefield, Ning Chen waved his sword to scatter the red snowflakes. He looked at the two retreating people with slightly condensed expressions and did not pursue them.
His goal has been achieved, there is no need to put himself in danger.
"Retreat."
Ning Chen spoke, stepped forward, turned around and rushed towards the army of demons behind.
In the void, Gandharva heard the order and did not hesitate to fight. He flipped his palm and shook White-robed Witch Queen in front of him, and immediately retreated from the battlefield.
In the final battle, Xuankong fought against the four Witch Queens alone. After the other two battles, Xuankong stopped fighting. With a deep shout, he knocked back the four of them with one punch and turned around to leave.
The four Witch Queens looked at the figure leaving calmly in front of them, with unusually heavy expressions. The strength of this Heavenly Demon Royal Clan fifth prince was so powerful that it was almost impossible to see the limit.
The two armies stopped fighting, and the Wu clan was temporarily defeated. Heavenly Demon Royal Clan won the first victory since the two clans started fighting.
The two armies retreated and returned to their camps.
In the Wu Clan's camp, Witch Queen Hongxue returned with a severely injured Witch Queen Feiyu. He did not dare to delay. With all his strength and body fully utilized, his true energy surged into the latter's body.
The poison of the red mist corroded the bones, Witch Queen Feiyu's body's true energy was messy and abnormal, Witch Queen Hongxue's expression became more and more solemn, he was in trouble.
Outside the camp, Witch Queen Baizhi and the other ten witch queens walked in and asked, "How about Fei Yu?"
"It's okay to say that the external injuries did not damage the internal organs. However, the red mist is highly toxic and difficult to remove." Witch Queen Hongxue said solemnly.
"Heavenly Demon Eight Legions, Gandharva!"
When Witch Queen Baizhi heard this, his expression became extremely cold. According to ancient legends, Gandharva was good at using incense and poison, and those who were contaminated with it would be dead or alive.
"We are powerless to deal with this poison. We can only send Feiyu back to the Witch Clan. I beg Gou Huang to take action." Witch Queen Hongxue said seriously.
Witch Queen Baizhi nodded, looking at Witch Queen Feiyu who was severely injured and unconscious in front of him, and said, "I'll go ahead, I'll leave this place to you for now."
"Don't worry."
Witch Queen Hongxue nodded gently, lifted Witch Queen Feiyu up, handed it to the former, and said, "As long as we are here, nothing will happen here."
Witch Queen Baizhi took Feiyu and without any further delay, the figure flashed past and flew towards the north quickly.
Heavenly Demon Grand Camp, Ning Chen stood in front of the camp, looking to the north. After a long time, they said, "Is your poison easy to cure?"
"It's impossible to explain." Gandharva said in a cold tone.
Ning Chen heard this and shook his head regretfully, saying, "What a pity."
Gandharva frowned, not understanding what the former meant.
Ning Chen smiled without explaining.
What he said was a pity that even though he knew Twelve Witch Queens's next move, he couldn't say or do anything. It was really boring.
Witch Queen Feiyu was injured, and the only way to survive was to be sent back to the Wu clan. If there was an ambush on the road at this time, there would be a lot of gains.
After standing still for a moment, Ning Chen gathered his thoughts, turned around and walked towards the camp behind him.
Outside the camp, Prince Xuankong looked at the young figure walking in front, smiled and said, "Thirteen, thank you for your hard work in today's battle."
"Uncle Fifth Master, you're welcome. This is what Thirteen should do." Ning Chen said respectfully.
"I have long heard that Jiuyou has a disciple who has extraordinary sword skills. I saw him today. The rumors are true."
Prince Xuankong smiled and said, "Given time, your achievements with the sword will not be inferior to those of your fourth uncle."
"Fifth Master Uncle is overly praised."
Ning Chen said softly, "The fourth uncle is the Foremost Sword Under Heaven, thirteen is still far away."
Just when the battle in the north was temporarily suspended, in the southeast of the Primeval Demonic Realm, Xuanqi's army of demons pressed forward step by step, and the stone tribe army was retreating steadily.
Five days later, the two armies changed places and faced off again. Xuanqi looked at the fourth Holy Guardian who appeared in front of the Stone Clan army, and his eyes became condensed for the first time.
This person is different from the other three Stone Clan Saint Guardian.
If he guessed correctly, the person in front of him was the leader of the Stone Clan Six Sacred Protectors.
The war was about to begin. Suddenly, dark clouds covered the nine heavens. Amidst the lightning and thunder, a dragon-shaped figure loomed.
It's him!
Prince Xuanqi saw this, his expression condensed slightly, Eight Legions, dragon.
(End of chapter)