After using the magic sword, the Shura King became even more powerful, wielding the magic sword like crazy, one sword was more ferocious than the other, and in the blink of an eye, the resentful puppet was forced to the corner of the altar, and it was slashed out with a sword.

The blood-colored magic light turned into a giant demonic beast!

In the face of this biting demonic beast, the resentful puppet roared and urged the resentment to the extreme, and in an instant, the resentment soared to the sky, turning into a thousand ghosts and howling.

Ten thousand ghosts are wrapped around the blade of the sword, and they collide with the magic sword!

The grudge puppet was knocked back dozens of feet.

"He couldn't have been using this sword for too long. ”

"Entangle him!"

The puppet's heart moved.

He is not in a head-to-head confrontation with King Shura.

The resentment all over his body was circulating, and his figure became erratic, wandering in the void like a ghost, and even mixed in with thousands of ghosts.

Seeing this, the king of Shura surged with demonic qi and blasted in all directions.

But that doesn't help.

However, how terrifying his demonic aura is, the resentful puppet always has a way to dodge it, and what he uses is an extremely clever technique.

It has even reached the level of Taoism.

"Yi Changqing, will you just hide around?"

"It's kind of a head-to-head fight with me!"

But no matter how sarcastic, angry, and resentful the puppet hovered in the void, he just didn't respond, waiting for the time when the Shura King was exhausted.

King Shura cursed in his heart.

The magic sword in his hand is constantly sucking his essence blood and demonic energy, if he continues like this, it won't be long before he will be sucked dry!

Yi Changqing must be solved in a short time!

King Shura thought.

I saw him holding the magic sword high, and a wave of sword pressure spread out, this sword pressure was extremely strange, and it contained the power of space.

In an instant, the entire altar was locked by it.

The resentful puppet felt as if he was stuck in a quagmire, and it was difficult for his body to function, "Oh, this guy actually knows how to use space means. ”

The puppet was surprised.

At the moment when he was locked, the Shura King had already gone out, and the magic sword with incomparably powerful power instantly slashed at the head of the resentful puppet.

The puppet barely raised his sword to cope.

However, due to the influence of this spatial sword pressure, both speed and strength were greatly affected, and it was impossible to exert its full strength.

And King Shura has the blessing of the magic sword.

Under the influence of one another, the grievance puppet has completely fallen into an unfavorable situation.

"The last sword, finish it all!"

King Shura raised his magic sword and shouted.

He had seen that the puppet was almost out of his hole cards.

The magic sword flashed with an evil red light, and countless tentacles suddenly swept out of it, binding the limbs of the resentful golem, making it difficult for it to move.

A sword slashed down, and the red light reflected on the resentful puppet and slashed down.

Bang......

There was a loud bang.

Bai Yu Wuxian flew out and landed on the ground with a bang.

And the body of the resentful puppet cracked even more, flying out upside down, and the terrifying coercion on his body gradually withered until it disappeared.

The puppet glanced up at King Shura.

"You wait. ”

The puppet said meaningfully.

Then, his dark eyes sank completely.

And the blood-colored light mask on the Shura altar has also disappeared.

"Haha, I won!"

King Shura laughed out loud.

The light shield of the Shura Altar will only disappear if one of the two sides dies, in other words, the Shura Altar has already thought that the resentful puppet, that is, Yi Changqing in the eyes of everyone, has died!!

The judgment of the Shura altar has never been wrong.

"Yi Changqing, I said it, the way of heaven is in me!!"

"So, it's only me who wins!"

"Finally, you're finally dead at my hands!"

King Shura's mood at this time didn't know how wonderful it was, since the moment he got the magic sword, he knew that he and Yi Changqing were in an endless situation, and he didn't know how many times he had imagined killing Yi Changqing or being killed by the other party......

But when he really killed Yi Changqing, he found that this kind of pleasure was difficult to describe in words, as if it was better than everything in the world, so pleasure that his soul seemed to tremble, he had experienced so many killings in the past, but none of them could compare to this one.

No......

All the previous killings combined were not as happy and exciting as him killing a Yi Changqing......

Looking at the arrogant and laughing Shura King on the altar, everyone below looked at each other and couldn't help but sigh, their faces were quite complicated.

"I didn't expect that the sword murderer was not the opponent of King Shura. ”

"In fact, the sword murderer is already very rare, if it is someone else, he can't even catch the Shura King's move, but he can repeatedly force the other party to a dead end, if it weren't for that sword, the sword murderer might have succeeded, alas...... In the end, it was still lost in the weapon. ”

"Our hard days are not over yet. ”

"Now, there really is no one who can stop King Shura, are we really staying in Shura City for the rest of our lives and can't get out? King Shura is cruel and easy to kill, who knows if it will be their turn next?"

"Why don't we go up together now and kill King Shura?"

"Don't be funny, even if the combat power of the Shura King at this time is far inferior to the peak, it is not something we can deal with, let alone there are so many sickle envoys, unless these sickle envoys are also anti-water. ”

In the crowd, Wujian couldn't help but sigh.

Although he has only known the resentful puppet for a few days, he can't talk about a deep friendship, but the other party has an amazing resentment, but he can keep the spirit of the Lingtai clear, this kind of great perseverance and great spirit makes him very admired, compared to letting the Shura King survive, he is obviously more inclined to the resentful puppet.

"Alas, is this the will of heaven?"

No one found out.

The body of the puppet that had fallen on the altar did not shed the slightest blood, and if one looked closely, one would notice a faint glow of gold and iron in the crack.

Not like humans......

"Congratulations on the win!"

At this time, Song Feng walked up to King Shura and said with a smile.

And King Shura didn't notice the different color in the other party's eyes, he waved his hand and said: "Song Feng, you arrange someone for me, I will retreat and recuperate for a few days, bastard, I didn't expect Yi Changqing to force me to use the magic sword, this time the consumption is not light." ”

"Wang, then you're all right. ”

"Don't worry, you can't die yet, just rest for a while and ......"

Before King Shura finished speaking, suddenly, his pupils suddenly shrank.

I saw a flash of sword light whistling out.

The light of the knife was like lightning, and it swept across his neck in the blink of an eye.

A skull was thrown high, and blood gushed like a fountain.

The sudden change made the faces of everyone present change, and they all stared at Song Feng who was holding a sickle and full of anger in disbelief.

"What's the situation??"

"Song Feng is crazy, he's going to rebel!"

"King Shura has just fought fiercely at this time, and the consumption is huge, and it is an excellent opportunity to rebel at this time, it seems that the show is not over yet!"

............

Song Feng held the scythe in his hand, looked at the Shura King who had his head cut off, and without saying a word, he continued to swing the scythe with his scythe.

But the headless body actually raised the magic sword to block the scythe.

Then, the headless body retreated dozens of feet, picking up the head on the ground and pressing it back to its neck.

A surge of demonic energy.

The head was glued back to King Shura's neck.

Not even a single scar.