"not good……"

Peng Zhetian couldn't help but be shocked when he saw it. He could see that Feng Tianxing's sword skills were already great, but his own magic sword was still too fragile.

The key is that Qin Yichen's condition at the moment is too fragile. After this slash, he is even too weak to lift the golden butcher.

Peng Zhetian was angry. His magical power was here and he had to block Brahma Wanxing and the others. Otherwise, Feng Tianxing simply couldn't compete with the latter's current strength!

"Sir, let me come!"

Feng Jiuman's injuries were relatively minor. He ran over like a small mountain, holding his machete high, his eyes as wide as copper bells.

"Slay the Demon Emperor!"

"boom!"

In terms of strength, Feng Jiuman is even slightly better than Qin Yichen. After all, he is a pure-blooded human race, and his machete is more powerful and brutal than Qin Yichen's.

However, this sword could only cut three inches. Immediately, Feng Jiuman was blown away, and his machete was still embedded in the neck of the Black Demon Emperor!

Feng Jiuman climbed up, and the connection with the machete caused his expression to change suddenly: "My sword..."

"Jiu Man, put away your sword!"

Feng Jiuman seemed not to want to hear it. He ran over like a wild bull again, swung his sword and slashed again, but after two consecutive attacks, the machete was full of gaps.

Peng Zhetian saw this and was very anxious: "Little baby of the human race, don't waste your energy! You will be back-bitten by the emperor's corpse in a while, and you will cause more trouble for me!"

Fan Wanxing also seemed to know the tyranny of the Emperor's Corpse. Even if the divine needle left by the Heze clan was not still piercing the bones of the Black Demon Emperor, the power of the Emperor's Corpse alone would be enough to defeat them without the Emperor's soldiers.

, even the divine power is difficult to surge!

Suddenly, Fan Wanxing took out the Heze Divine Sword and slashed at Peng Zhetian with a friendly smile on his face: "Chief Peng, what do you think of my Divine Sword? This is the Heze Divine Sword.

Taoist soldiers of the Ze tribe!"

"Clan Chief Peng, make way for me to cut off the head of this emperor's corpse with my divine sword. Wouldn't everyone be happy?"

"Don't worry, with Patriarch Peng here, I don't have a chance to kill that rogue sword, right?"

Looking at Fan Wanxing's playful and smiling face, Peng Zhetian's expression was cold. Besides anger, he was more contemptuous.

This kind of contempt does not come from the contempt of an imperial clan leader for his juniors, not to mention that Fan Wanxing's background is no worse than that of his Kunpeng clan.

But Peng Zhetian's disdain is so clear: "You still know that what you are holding is a divine sword, and you still know that your Brahma clan is a god clan?!"

When fighting the Black Demon Emperor just now, although Peng Zhetian's magical power had not yet awakened, he still knew what Brahma Wanxing did.

And this statement seems to be not only referring to the Black Demon Emperor!

Sure enough, after hearing the contempt in Peng Zhetian's words, Fan Wanxing's smile suddenly froze and he cursed: "Peng Zhetian! What the hell are you pretending to be!"

"If you are here, Your Highness, I can still respect you. How dare you stand in the way of us even with your magical power?"

"Now that I can still discuss this with you, Your Highness will really break your magical power. This emperor's corpse belongs to us, and this thief will die too!"

Peng Zhetian was too lazy to say anything more, but countless divine feathers swept across all directions: "Try!"

After all, he is also a long-established strong man in the Emperor Tian Realm. When can he be pointed at and scolded by a junior?

At this moment, Xie Feiling also became furious. The emperor's Taoist soldiers had no part in him, and he was the one who was most likely to be followed by the Black Demon Emperor. After all, he was a demon.

Regardless of friendship, based on the same demonic power and demonic ways, when the Black Demon Emperor comes out again, he will definitely be more willing to join the Xieguang Clan.

And this great opportunity has been ruined. This emperor's corpse must have his share no matter what!

"Peng Zhetian, he is a god and I am a demon! Get out of my way!"

Although Peng Zhetian only has one magical power, at this moment, he has a wisp of vast tree branches and the divine feathers of the Wujin tribe in his hands. His fighting power is so powerful that countless strong men from the three parties dare not surpass him!

The more Fan Wanxing fought, the more angry he became. When he saw that Feng Jiuman's machete was almost reduced to scrap metal, there were other strong men from the human race vying to kill him with their swords. Their eyes were red, as if they were being executed.

"Yuanque, go! Get the emperor's corpse!"

While Fan Wanxing was having a cold drink, there was a hint of warning in the message: "Yuanque, you have married me, and your two clans are getting married. When you do things, you must think about both our clans.

"

Xiao Yuanque's face changed slightly. In desperation, her delicate body burst out with the divine light of the sun, moon and stars. Princess Wenqing and Feng Qianxue saw this and almost without hesitation, they supported the injured body and blocked the way together.

In front of Xiao Yuanque.

Xiao Yuanque looked at the cold look between the two goddesses. At that moment, Princess Wenqing and Feng Qianxue both stood up for their husbands.

Perhaps because they were both women, Xiao Yuanque's expression flashed with loneliness and envy, but then he said in a cold voice: "You two, get out of the way! Que Wenqing, you can't beat me, let alone what you are doing now

status..."

Princess Wenqing remained silent, but held the war spear in front of her. However, compared with the surge of divine power from the Sanyao Divine Body, she was like a worm shaking a tree at this moment.

But until this moment, Cang Jiu'an finally regained consciousness slowly with the help of the strong man from the Cangman clan.

"Ahem..."

Cang Jiu'an coughed up a mouthful of divine blood. In the battle just now, he was no better than Qin Yichen.

Although the Black Demon Emperor was targeting Feng Tianxing, how could the dignified Demon Emperor only have such a few means?

There are also countless magical powers, perhaps because of the hatred for the Heze tribe, which must be blamed on the Cangmang tribe, who has been friends with the Heze tribe for generations. When the sky is shrouded by the black evil palm, Cang Jiu'an is also struggling to fight against the demons.

The rest of the emperor's magical powers.

The Black Demon Emperor did not just make one-hand preparations. He also wanted to use his other magical powers to crush Princess Wenqing and kill them all, so that Brahma Wanxing and his followers could rush in and cooperate with him.

And these were all carried down by Cang Jiu'an and his clan members. It seemed that the Black Devil Emperor was too lazy to take him away. In fact, his Cangman clan also sacrificed a lot in this battle.

After looking at the phantom of Peng covering the sky, Cang Jiu'an could finally breathe a sigh of relief, but when he felt the fluctuations in Sanyao's divine body, he who was originally lying in the arms of his tribe, sat up in shock.

"Return!"

Cang Jiu'an's face was as pale as paper, but he still condensed his sword skills. The wooden sword flew staggeringly, and in his other palm, there was an extra powerful fruit.

This is the Tao fruit produced by the vast tree!

However, seeing this scene, how could the Cangman clan not know Cang Jiu'an's intention?

"Your Highness, this Dao Fruit... was ordered by the clan leader to be used when you encounter a serious danger!"

You know, there are more than just the enemies of the Heze tribe, and even Fanwanxing is not considered an enemy of the Heze tribe. If they want to defend the Heze ancestral land, they have to face more and more terrifying enemies! Even
Chapter completed!