In the ice and snow, Frost Bloom is stirring, the magic butterfly spreads its wings, and the offensive is in full swing.
The two poles collided, and the aftermath roared and surged. Demonic Qi surged wildly, rolling up thousands of layers of snow.
In the waves, a trace of blood splashed, dyeing the sky red with flying snow.
Such an astonishing sight, Xuan Mo stepped back several steps, and the corners of his mouth were red.
Similarly, after the aftermath, Hua Zhongdie's right arm was dripping with blood. Since the war, his body has gradually reached the limit of endurance.
The magic butterfly with its power fully activated has black air surging all over its body, constantly devouring the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.
In a shocking battle, both of them were at full strength. From an even fight to one side having the upper hand, to evening out the battle, the only things left on the two men were increasingly serious injuries.
"Now I finally understand why Thirteenth Prince's sword skills are so amazing. Famous teachers give birth to great disciples. This girl's sword skills have surpassed mine. However, I cannot lose in this battle."
As soon as he finished speaking, the coldness in Xuan Mo's eyes was strong. He stepped out with a long stride, and swung his saber. In the blink of an eye, the sword light struck.
The murderous intention is coming, Hua Zhongdie will not dodge or evade, and will face it head-on.
One knife is fast, the other is heavy, the knife is deadly, the knife is ruthless.
In the brutal sword duel, as the two people's blades continued to collide, waves of residual energy vibrated, constantly impacting their bodies.
"Drink!"
The sounds of fighting and the sound of killings shook the sky. The human race and the demon race, the two peerless swordsmen were not grudges because of love or deep hatred, but because of their different positions. There was no question of life or death.
Impact after impact, the hands of the two holding the sword were splashed with blood, and the magic weapon in their hands was almost unsteady.
Outside the battle, the kings of the two realms looked at the battle ahead with increasingly heavy expressions.
No one expected that this battle would reach such a tragic level. To this day, no one knows who will win and who will lose.
Primeval Demonic Realm camp, Xuanlie's ears, a majestic voice suddenly sounded, shocking the mind.
Above the void, in Seven Luminaries Demonic Emperor's ears, Demonic Emperor Kunyi's voice also sounded, informing the two of them to leave the battlefield temporarily.
"What's wrong?"
Next to Xuanlie, Asura felt something strange about the former and asked.
"I want to temporarily end this battle and suspend the debate."
Xuanlie said something in a condensed voice, and immediately the figure melted into the darkness and disappeared.
In the void, Seven Luminaries Demonic Emperor said a few words, and his figure blurred away at the same time, leaving the battlefield.
In the human camp, in front of the kings, Ning Chen looked at the demon kings who were missing one person in front of them, and frowned.
Where is Xuanlie, why did he suddenly disappear?
Hongluan Star Domain, in front of the two realms passage, Demonic Qi surged, Seven Luminaries Demonic Emperor, Xuanlie appeared, without a moment's delay, stepped into the space passage.
Among the Primeval Demonic Realm and Heavenly Demon Ancestral Land, Demonic Emperor Kunyi stood quietly with his eyes closed, constantly attacking the kendo seal in his body.
"Brother Royal!"
At this moment, Demonic Qi spread over the ancestral land. The two people walked out and their figures fell from the sky.
"Qiyao, you come to protect the Dharma, and I will teach Xuanlie the power."
Demonic Emperor Kunyi opened his eyes and said in a deep voice.
"The seal in Brother Huang's body?"
Seven Luminaries Demonic Emperor frowned slightly and asked.
"Transfer the power, that's enough."
Demonic Emperor Kunyi said slowly.
"I understand."
Seven Luminaries Demonic Emperor nodded and agreed.
Just when Xuanlie and Seven Luminaries Demonic Emperor returned to Heavenly Demon Ancestral Land, Outer Heavens and King Realm Debate became more and more intense.
The ice and snow are filled with sword energy, blood and snowflakes, swallowing up the figures of the two kings.
After the violent impact, the battle broke out again. Ten feet away, two people stood holding swords. Blood was dripping from the blades, which was extremely dazzling.
"Butterfly Burial Flower!"
At the end of the battle, with little strength left, Hua Zhongdie rotated the knife, the figure soared, the sleeves danced, and the knife turned in the wind.
"Ten Thousand Miles of Blood-Soaked Sands!"
Ahead, Xuan Mo stepped, Condensing Essence, filled with blood and energy, gathering to the extreme.
A sword opened the sky, and thousands of miles of sand swept across the world. An earth-shattering move, which destroyed the clouds in the sky.
With all the kings watching, the two extreme forces collided, and the dazzling brilliance spread, destroying everything in its path.
"Is there a winner?"
In the two camps of humans and demons, kings looked nervously at the collapsing world ahead, not daring to breathe.
But above the void, snowflakes were floating, and the two figures appeared. Suddenly, a harsh breaking sound sounded, and the blades in the hands of both men collapsed at the same time.
"I lost."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xuan Mo's figure fell down weakly. Blood spurted out from his chest, dyeing the snowflakes flying in the sky red.
On the opposite side, Hua Zhongdie staggered several times, covered in blood, and suffered extremely heavy injuries, but he still managed not to fall down.
She won, but he didn't lose.
From the human camp, Ning Chen's figure swept out and came to Hua Zhongdie, carefully supporting the latter.
"Sister, thank you for your hard work." Ning Chen said softly.
"I finally lived up to your hopes."
Hua Zhongdie smiled weakly and said, "But you can only rely on yourself from now on."
"Senior Sister, please rest assured to heal your wounds. Just leave the rest to me."
Ning Chen gently supported the woman beside him and walked towards the human camp.
"Xuan Mo."
Asura stepped forward, helped the former up, and sighed softly, "You shouldn't lose."
Xuan Mo slowly opened his eyes and said tiredly, "The war has brought too many sacrifices. I am tired."
Asura sighed again in his heart, without saying another word, he supported the former and walked forward.
After the battle ended, the atmosphere became extremely quiet. In the four battles, the human race and Primeval Demonic Realm won twice, and the battle ended in a draw. The final battle was inevitable.
The last game, a hand-to-hand showdown, in the human camp, the kings looked ahead knowing their fate, with a look of trust on their faces.
Over the years, they have become accustomed to trusting him. No matter how difficult the situation is, Zhiming has never let them down.
They saw from Zhiming a persistence that would never give up, work harder, work harder, give everything, and work harder.
Perhaps Zhi Ming's martial arts talent is not as good as theirs, but his true combat power is absolutely terrifying.
"Leave it to you."
Behind, Xia Ziyi, who was recovering from his injuries, opened his eyes and spoke.
"Yeah."
Ning Chen nodded slightly and walked forward step by step.
In the Demon Realm camp, the Demon Realm kings looked at the human king fighting in front, and their expressions were not very good.
Thirteenth Prince, the young man who caused Primeval Demonic Realm chaos, finally came out.
In the sight of the kings of the two realms, a figure with black clothes and black hair walked step by step into Six Paths of Reincarnation, Thunder Realm, reaching the peak of the sky, and appeared knowing his fate.
In the Demon Realm camp, Dark Moon Witch Queen looked at the kings in front and said, "Have you decided? Who will fight in this battle?"
Xuanqi narrowed his eyes, looked at the man on the Thunder Realm peak, and said in a deep voice, "Wait!"
On the side, Asura looked at Luojia who was not far away, and frowned slightly. According to the previous arrangement, only one of Xuanlie or the master of the Sanctuary Palace could fight in this battle. However, Xuanlie specifically asked them to wait before leaving. It seemed that he had the instructions of the Demon Emperor.
In the void, Three Human Emperors looked at the demon player below who had not appeared for a long time, and frowned.
"Emperors of the Demon Realm, does Primeval Demonic Realm have to abstain from this battle?"
Lord of the Divine Realm opened his mouth and said in a vicissitudes of voice.
"The human race has been waiting for this gamble for so long, so I guess there is no rush now."
In the demonic realm Third Prince, Scaly Emperor responded with a cold expression.
"The human race is indeed not in a hurry at this moment, but there is always a limit to waiting. If the players from the Demon Realm never show up, do we, the human race, have to keep waiting?" Blue-robed Diviner said coldly.
"Twelve hours."
Scaly Emperor said calmly, "Within twelve hours, the choice of my realm will definitely appear on time."
Thunder Realm, above the peak, Ning Chen heard the conversation between the two emperors in the sky, silently sat down and adjusted his breath quietly.
In both camps, the kings were patient and waited quietly.
"Primeval Demonic Realm, what the hell are you doing? Do you want to fight?"
Among the kings of the human race, Luo Xingchen, the one who couldn't sit still the most, said impatiently.
"Xuanlie isn't here, and Luojia hasn't come on stage yet. Even if he says there's no problem, even a fool won't believe it." Mu Qianshang said coldly.
"They're not cheating, right?" Luo Xingchen asked suspiciously.
"Three Human Emperors is here too. It's not that easy to cheat blatantly, but Primeval Demonic Realm's performance is indeed suspicious." Mu Qianshang responded.
"Annoying!"
Luo Xingchen shook his head vigorously, what time has it been? We still have to wait for twelve hours, which is really scary.
"You have such an impatient temperament that you don't even rush when you know your fate. Why are you anxious?" Mu Qianshang scolded lightly.
"Knowing fate?"
Luo Xingchen looked at the figure in black sitting quietly in the distance Thunder Realm, and said helplessly, "He is just an old man. He is not as energetic as us young people at all. Let alone twelve hours, if you ask him to wait for twelve years, he can wait."
"So, he is standing there now, and you are here blabbering." Mu Qianshang mocked.
"You want to fight, don't you?"
Luo Xingchen heard this and immediately got angry and said, "Believe it or not, I will shoot you into a hornet's nest immediately."
"Heh."
Mu Qianshang smiled indifferently and said, "I don't believe it."
"You!"
Luo Xingchen's chest hurt from being choked, and he couldn't say a word for a while.
Not far away, Qing Ling stood quietly, his eyes always staring at Zhiming in the distance, never leaving for a moment.
For hundreds of years, the reason why he worked so hard was because he didn't want the people around him to be harmed. However, their enemies were getting stronger and stronger. Even though he tried hard enough, he still couldn't protect the people around him.
This time, Primeval Demonic Realm's invasion can be described as a big crisis for the entire human race. There are no intact eggs under the overthrow of the nest. No matter what, the human race cannot be defeated.
Time flies, one hour after another passes, and the kings in the two camps become more and more impatient in waiting. Twelve hours is not a long time, but the waiting time always seems so long.
Just as the time was approaching, the void opened above the Demon Realm camp, violent Demonic Qi surged, and two figures walked out.
Qiyao and Xuanlie returned, attracting the attention of everyone present.
"I've kept you waiting for a long time."
Xuanlie said calmly, then stepped forward and rushed towards the front Six Paths of Reincarnation.
Thunder Realm, on the peak, Ning Chen stood up slowly, looking at the figure appearing in front of him, his fighting spirit blazing.