"Hmm." Su Xiaoye instinctively smacked his tongue and found that he had come to a new space.

I have to say that the pace of this fighting style is too fast, and the first game ends in the blink of an eye.

Fortunately, I was not in the air this time, but in the jungle. The demon body on my body did not put away, and was still surrounding my body.

A powerful wave of demon power suddenly broke out behind him and attacked Su Xiaoye directly. Su Xiaoye instinctively turned around, and a black shadow slashed against Su Xiaoye's body and smashed hard on the open space beside him. The ground was cracked and the turf was rolled up.

Only then did Su Xiaoye notice that it was actually a black stick, and it looked a little familiar, "Is this?"

"It's you!" Before Su Xiaoye said anything, a fighting voice sounded behind Su Xiaoye. The next moment, a figure rushed over and punched Su Xiaoye. Su Xiaoye turned around and punched him!

A powerful wave of demon power burst out in an instant, but Su Xiaoye did not move at all. The attacking demon clan was knocked back five steps, put away the black stick inserted on the ground, wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "Brother Su, do you think this is God's will?"

Standing at Su Xiaoye, Zhou Fan was wearing a dark robe and had purple hair, carrying a black stick in his hand, and the blue demonic power fluctuated around his body. He raised the black stick and pointed at Su Xiaoye: "Fake you out first, then go and solve that dead person."

"Oh, you just want to solve me too?" Su Xiaoye chuckled, raised the Tian Yao claws with his hands, and stomped on the ground, "I'm not a little angry, I want to see how you want to solve me!"

"Of course it is the result of cultivation these days!" Zhou Fan shouted softly, and his demonic power poured into the black long stick in his hand. Surrounded by the blue demonic power, the black long stick gradually became transparent. Then there was a breath on the stick that made Su Xiaoye realize danger quietly emanating. Zhou Fan raised the stick and swept towards Su Xiaoye, "The sea is infinite!"

Su Xiaoye, who was about to rush to Zhou Fan, suddenly felt the space around him twisting. He was actually above a vast ocean. A blue tsunami rushed towards Su Xiaoye not far away. In front of the huge waves, Su Xiaoye was as unbearable as a shrimp, and there was no room for resistance.

Su Xiaoye raised his mouth slightly, and a light flashed in his eyes. He pulled out a black long sword from his waist. "Tsk tsk, it actually has the smell of illusion. He is worthy of being the Dream Eating Beast Clan, but it is still not enough to see!"

A large amount of demonic power refined by the magic killing skills poured into the black long sword. The sword body was surrounded by strands of purple demonic power, and its aura continued to increase. The sharp meaning of cutting everything was like piercing the space.

"A magic killing move, Mirror Flower!" Su Xiaoye shouted softly, without any intention of dodging, rushed towards the tsunami. Under the push of the Spirit Fox Step, he dragged out his body with afterimages, and instantly descended to the tsunami, stabbing the black long sword out!

The situation where the sword should have entered the tsunami did not appear. The tsunami was like a wall blocking Su Xiaoye's black long sword. Two different waves of demonic power kept roaring towards the surroundings during the collision, and huge waves emerged on the sea.

But it is obvious that Su Xiaoye's demonic power is even better. The corner of his mouth tilted slightly, and his whole body disappeared like a fog. A tsunami without resistance hit the empty sea in front of him. The terrifying demonic power fluctuations completely erupted, and the ocean in front of him was shocked, making bursts of bursts.

"How is that possible!" A scream sounded in the tsunami. Zhou Fan was in it. Looking at the sea surface gradually calming down in front of him, he looked shocked. He could not feel Su Xiaoye's existence at all.

In other words, Su Xiaoye didn't know what method he used to avoid Zhou Fan's extremely confident magic trick!

This magic trick was a perverted magic trick that Zhou Fan had just mastered a few days ago, combining illusion and stick techniques. It was also Zhou Fan's biggest reliance on participating in the Seventh Academy to seize the king. The moment this magic trick was successfully released, it represented Zhou Fan's absolute victory, because the next attack was in all directions and the enemy could not avoid it.

While Zhou Fan was stunned, the surrounding ocean quietly disappeared, and the surrounding scene returned to its original appearance. However, Zhou Fan did not notice that a foggy figure quietly appeared behind him. He was holding a black sword and a silver crescent moon behind him. The demonic power was completely restrained without a trace of leakage.

"Shuiyue!" Su Xiaoye thought silently in his heart. The silver crescent moon behind him broke and poured into the black long sword. The black long sword suddenly burst out with a terrifying wave of demonic power, but it also gave Su Xiaoye a trace of special demonic power, which made Su Xiaoye's speed suddenly increase, and under the action of the Linghu Step, he stabbed Zhou Fan's back hard!

When the black long sword exploded, Zhou Fan noticed it. He turned his head but did nothing. Su Xiaoye was too fast and had arrived in front of Zhou Fan in just a few breaths. He did not give Zhou Fan any time to react. The black long sword stabbed out fiercely!

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!" The moment when he was about to stab Zhou Fan in the back, a small black shield appeared on Zhou Fan's body, completely blocking the black long sword.

The violent waves of demonic power on the black long sword burst out with roars, and the black small shield kept trembling under the attack. Zhou Fan behind the shield was not feeling well. Although the black small shield blocked the black long sword, Zhou Fan himself was still affected by the wave of demonic power and sprayed blood.

"Damn it! How did you avoid it!" Zhou Fan looked at Su Xiaoye unwillingly, clenched the long stick in his hand that had already become transparent, gritted his teeth and mobilized the last trace of demonic power, wanting to continue to resist.

Su Xiaoye ignored Zhou Fan's questions at all. The demonic power in his hand suddenly exploded again and shouted in a low voice: "Give it to me, break!"

The moment the last word was said, the small black shield blocking Zhou Fan finally couldn't hold on and made a crack sound. Cracks appeared on the surface, and the next moment they completely broke and turned into pieces of debris scattered.

In Zhou Fan's ghostly expression, the black long sword attacked Zhou Fan hard and pierced directly into Zhou Fan's abdomen. At the same time, a gloomy aura burst out. Zhou Fan felt as if he was in an iceberg, and his whole body was extremely stiff.

Su Xiaoye had no intention of showing mercy at all. Taking his opponent seriously is his respect for him. He sneered, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes. He raised his left hand covered with blood-red patterns and punched Zhou Fan hard!

"Puchi!" Zhou Fan was knocked out with a wail, and the black long sword was pulled out, and blood was dragged out from the wound on his abdomen. Zhou Fan fell to the ground, making a muffled groan, unable to move at all.

"Let's say you give up." Su Xiaoye said in a deep voice, raising the black long sword in his hand and pointing at Zhou Fan who fell to the ground. "It's worth your pride to be able to fight me for so long. You probably don't want to really die under my sword, right? Brother Zhou."

"Hahahaha, I can't beat it." Zhou Fan smiled bitterly, raised his hand to wipe the blood from his mouth, looked down at his abdomen, and there was a trace of purple demonic power around the wound, emitting a cold breath. Even now, Zhou Fan still felt a cold current in his body rushing around, and he had no way to fight again.

"I admit defeat." Zhou Fan said this without any effort, sighed deeply, raised his head to look at Su Xiaoye, and said hesitantly: "I know it's not good to say this, but I hope you can help me and help me teach the corpse of Qingming Demon Academy a lesson! I can't do it anymore, so I can only ask you, Brother Su..."

"I will go without you saying that I will go." Su Xiaoye raised his hand and interrupted Zhou Fan's words, and said with a smile: "The powerful demon clan is my opponent, and they will all become my stepping stones and pave my invincible path haha!"

Zhou Fan looked at Su Xiaoye's extremely confident look and laughed at himself. It seemed that he still had not practiced enough. If this continues, let alone protecting Yujuan, even his own safety will become a problem.

"By the way, Brother Zhou." Su Xiaoye said quietly as he looked at Zhou Fan's down-and-out look: "That move just now is very powerful, I will come and have a chance to compete again."

When Zhou Fan heard Su Xiaoye say this, his eyes were filled with spirit. Just as he was about to say something, his whole person disappeared directly and was moved out of this space. Su Xiaoye chuckled and disappeared from this space.

Shi Ming was standing on the platform at this moment, and all the stone slabs on the ground were shattered. You could tell at a glance that there must have been a battle that could not be underestimated. However, Shi Ming's body had no scars, and instead the demon clan that fell in front of him was covered with wounds.

Some parts were bruised, some were blood-flowing scars, and some parts were actually blackened as if they were poisoned.

"I really don't understand why you have the courage to fight me." Zhiming sneered, looked at the demon clan lying in front of him, raised his feet and stepped on the demon clan's head in front of him, "Is it just for his own girl?"

"Scale, nonsense!" Peng Xiaoming was lying here. Even Peng Xiaoming didn't expect that he would meet Zi Ming so soon. The moment he saw Zi Ming, Peng Xiaoming felt his whole body full of anger and rushed towards Zi Ming.

But at that time, Zi Ming also recognized Peng Xiaoming and chuckled, as if he was teasing Peng Xiaoming, but just dodging without attacking. Peng Xiaoming was as ridiculous as a clown, and could not hit Zi Ming at all.

When Zi Ming yawned, Zi Ming became completely serious. The demonic power burst out with a blast, and Peng Xiaoming was slightly affected. Zi Ming grabbed Peng Xiaoming's mistake and attacked directly without any mercy. All kinds of strange magic tricks made Peng Xiaoming unable to dodge at all. He could only be beaten ruthlessly, so he had this kind of field.

"Boy, if I hadn't thought Yujuan and Zhou Meng's two girls annoying, you would have died long ago." Zhiming sneered, raised his feet and walked aside, looking at Peng Xiaoming who was lying on the ground and unable to move, "Come on, admit defeat, I still want to fight with others."

"I don't!" Peng Xiaoming spit out a mouthful of blood, mobilized the last wave of demonic power, struggled to get up from the ground, and looked at Ziming fiercely, "I, I haven't lost yet!"
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