But there was no trace of burning. Therefore, Yuwen Luoshuang slowly began to summon more Manzhushahuas, and those flowers changed as the fight between the two in the air.

The moment she looked up, she saw Feng Xinglang suddenly throwing the soft black silk sword in her hand to his left hand. Before she could react, Feng Xinglang quickly caught the soft black silk sword with his left hand. In an instant, Feng Xinglang moved his figure and stabbed the demon emperor with the soft black silk sword on the arm before the demon emperor had any reaction. The blood flowed out instantly immediately attracted the attention of the scimitar.

But this time, the scimitar did not suck fresh blood as he wished, because the Demon Emperor pressed his bleeding arm with his hand, and then blocked his arm with magic. In this way, the scimitar without food became a little manic, and it gradually began to struggle in the Demon Emperor's hand, and wanted to break away from his control.

The Demon Emperor shouted suddenly into the air, and the scimitar became quiet instantly, and the demonic energy emitted from his body. The scimitar was a demon, but it could not resist the strong demonic energy on the Demon Emperor. So the Demon Emperor controlled his scimitar well. He flew in the air at the same speed as Feng Xinglang, which made Yuwen Luoshuang, who was standing on the ground, unable to see clearly, but the sound of swords colliding with each other constantly erupting in the air.

In an instant, the whole world became darker. The two factions of people fighting each other outside the valley stopped their movements. Someone took out a night pearl and quickly illuminated the entire scene. So, the fight between the two sides began to continue again.

The fight in the valley continued. Yuwen Luoshuang took out the Ye Mingzhu in her sleeve. What was strange was that the originally black Manzhu Shahua turned red after meeting the light of Ye Mingzhu. This scene made Yuwen Luoshuang feel a little dazzled. When she turned her eyebrows, she suddenly heard a loud noise coming from the air.

As the loud noise disappeared, Feng Xinglang fell in front of her, and she was a little unsteady.

Yuwen Luoshuang quickly supported Feng Xinglang, who was about to fall to the ground. The moment she lowered her head, she saw a crimson scar on his arm. Perhaps the scimitar smelled blood, and soon, the demon king appeared in front of them with the scimitar.

The scimitar does not need to directly contact human scars, so the blood on Feng Xinglang's body was directly sucked from the air by the scimitar.

Seeing this, Yuwen Luoshuang quickly blocked Feng Xinglang's acupoints with spiritual power.

Since Fengxinglang's blood was filled with the spiritual power of the emperor's aura, the scimitar immediately burst into a greater and more powerful light after sucking his blood.

Yuwen Luoshuang raised his head fiercely and saw in surprise that there was an equally huge wound on the Demon Emperor's arm. However, Feng Xinglang became a little confused because he had absorbed too much blood by the scimitar. He staggered in front of the Demon Emperor. He was about to go to fight, but Yuwen Luoshuang pulled his arm.

"Now you're injured, I should come forward with the next thing."

"But."
Chapter completed!