Puff!

A ferocious wound was instantly slashed out on the chest, which was already flying flesh and blood, and the bones were revealed.

Straws of scarlet blood shot out again and scattered on the ground.

Dong!

When the body of the God of War Yang Jian fell to the ground fiercely, the entire central square quieted down again.

"Did this time?"

Everyone stared at the war god Yang Jian lying on the ground.

They saw streams of scarlet blood flowing out from the body of the war god Yang Jian.

The God of War Yang Jian’s entire body was getting weaker and weaker!

Five seconds!

Ten seconds!

Twenty seconds!

One minute!

After a full minute, the God of War Yang Jian was still lying on the ground, and the vitality in his body seemed to be stagnant at any time!

All the soldiers of the Clan breathed a sigh of relief.

Dead!

The God of War Yang Jian is dead!

Um?

And this scene immediately made the Demon Spirit King frown.

No!

Yang Jian would never die so easily!

He knew the true power of the Qi-Cold Sword best. It is true that he would suffer heavy damage, but it will never die!

He can still control this strength!

If he really dies, he will not get the secret method of practicing the Spirit Eye. He will not do such a stupid thing!

"Yang Jian, you are still a powerful man on the ancient earth. He actually lay on the ground and pretended to be dead!"

The Demon King's face was covered with a thick ferocious ferocity.

clatter!

He took a step forward.

"Have you up for me!"

After a roar, the Demon Spirit King's eyes suddenly turned, and he looked at Heisan and his eyes flashed with cold light.

"If you continue to pretend, I will slaughter one of them until all of them are slaughtered!"

"Ha ha..."

A crazy grin resounded.

boom!

This sentence made Hei San and others feel sad and instantly white as paper!

this...

At this moment, the life and death of the God of War Yang Jian is unknown, and the crazy Demon Spirit King presses step by step!

The God of War Yang Jian is in danger!

The two divisions of the Black Palace will be completely destroyed!

"What should we do?"

There was a strong sense of despair on everyone's face, and the power of the Demon Spirit King made them feel powerless.

However, they were not afraid at all, and their resolute pupils faced the demon spirit king's murderous intent.

"snort!"

Looking at the expressions of Hei San and others brazenly dying, a bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of the Demon Spirit King's mouth.

"Are you really not afraid of death?"

"Okay, then I will help you one by one!"

After the words came, the Demon Spirit King turned, and a trace of energy overflowed, and another energy-stricken sword was formed.

"The first one, you're the one!"

With a wave of his palm, the Demon Spirit King wanted to kill Ao Fuhui!

But, just as his palm was raised.

"Ahem!!"

A violent cough sounded!

The cough sounded like a thunder thunder, exploding in everyone's ears.

After looking at all the gazes, they immediately saw a figure covered in blood slowly climbing up.

Not dead?

The God of War Yang Jian is not dead!

They looked different, and they couldn't believe that their eyes were severely damaged, and they could still stand up alive!

There is joy, anger, worry, and evil!

Da da da da da!

Under everyone's shocked gaze, the standing war god Yang Jian actually walked towards the Demon Spirit King step by step.

Tick!

Scarlet blood flowed on his body. Every time he took a step, his body would shake, but the excitement in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

This is the second blow, and the last blow is still missing!

"Come on, continue!"

"I still... can hold on!"

Wow!

After this sentence fell, the soldiers of the Clan were in an uproar again.

I'm afraid this person was scattered by their patriarch. He couldn't even walk steadily, so he dared to take the initiative to slash!

Damn!

They have never seen anyone who is so proactive in dying!

Especially the Demon Spirit King, hesitated in his turbid old eyes.

Is it chop or not?

He was really afraid of killing the God of War Yang Jian to death!

But if he didn't chop down, in front of so many people, where would his old face be put? How could he have a bad reputation and face?

However, just as he was hesitating, the voice of the God of War Yang Jian came over again.

"Pooh!"

"Demon King, you are a coward who has no courage, a bastard! Grandpa, I'm standing here, you'll chop it again!"

"What, you dare not? You are scared? Then get out of here!"

One after another, provocative words continued to pass from afar to the ears of the Demon Spirit King.

"Okay, very good!"

"Since you like being abused so much, I will satisfy you again!"

At that moment, the crazy energy overflowed, and instantly condensed into the third energy cold sword on the right palm of the Demon Spirit King.

call!

The fierce and cold knife carrying the sound of the Breaking the Sky once again slashed hard towards the direction of the God of War Yang Jian.

Bang!

The war god Yang Jian was once again chopped out.

"No!"

Hei San and others screamed shrillly, and they all reached the extreme despair.
To be continued...