If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, almost no one would have thought that a demon king would actually use the sword technique so fiercely and shockingly, and the whole process was round and smooth, there is no doubt that he is a master of all people. Previously, the Blood Demon's knife technique was compared to Saba's, and it was like a child's mud. Fortunately, the Blood Demon died, otherwise he would have died of shame when he saw Saba's knife!

Rumble!

With a clench of his right hand, the sword slashed downward.

Countless electric snakes continued to rotate wildly around the blade, forming a thundercloud storm. In this thundercloud storm, Yang Mucheng's condensed shield several feet thick was actually bombarded and crackled like glass.

"What a strong knife!"

Chen Longxiang clenched his fists, and his face full of corpse spots changed color.

These lion king demon beasts survive near the spirit veins, and their strength has already surpassed that of ordinary demon kings. This is just one of the purple lion kings, how strong will the other lion kings be? Not only Chen Longxiang didn't dare to imagine, but Dugu Zhen and a few people didn't dare to think about it.

Facing this thunderous knife that seemed to have been slashed from above the Nine Heavens, Yang Mucheng smiled faintly, but his right hand grasped it weakly, and he grabbed the blood-drinking sword in his palm and slashed forward. The brilliant blood burst out at this moment, as if a dragon had appeared in the calm blood river, stirring the endless blood flow and bringing out a shocking sword pattern, which slammed into the thunderous sword.

Bang!

The sword and sword qi collided together.

Suddenly, the sound of a terrifying thunderstorm broke out in the flatland. Countless thunderbolts spread out like electric snakes in all directions, forming a lightning circle with a radius of more than 100 zhang.

"Father, this human warrior is very strong! Saba may not be his opponent!"

A purple-haired lion king whispered.

The old lion squinted, "Saba is the best warrior in our tribe, and even if it is not the opponent of that human warrior, it is enough to retreat with its whole body. ”

"Tear Pull~"

In the arc of the explosion, Saba burst towards the rear with a rapid explosion. Its pair of lion eyes stared at the area where countless electric snakes were entangled, and with a bite of its teeth, Saba clenched his fists and blasted towards the battlefield.

Boom! Boom!

Its two fists actually blasted out two flashes of electric light, and when it rushed towards Yang Mucheng, these two electric lights turned into two galloping lions in mid-air. Whether it's the trembling mane when running, or the muscles that are athletic, you can see it clearly.

From a distance, the two lions formed by the thunder light seemed to be real beings.

"Humph!"

This time, Yang Mucheng was also a little angry.

He swung his blood-drinking sword and slashed forward. I only heard a crisp sword roar, and a ray of blood rushed out quickly, like a lightning bolt rushing out.

"That warrior has no stamina!"

Seeing Yang Mucheng's tricks, the Demon King tribe let out a burst of cheers in unison.

Truly.

Compared to the previous river of blood that seemed to be flipped by nine heavens, this blood ray now was simply too weak. Saba's attack is a lion, so Yang Mucheng's counterattack can only be regarded as an unweaned little milk cat at most.

However.

In the contemptuous and disdainful gazes of everyone, this blood ray, which seemed to be unable to even cut Saba's oily skin, quickly bypassed the two wild lions flashing with infinite thunder and lightning at a terrifying speed.

"Poof—"

A tearing sound resounded quietly.

Followed by.

That contemptuous gaze suddenly turned into shock. With the spray of the blood fountain, Saba's head flew high. Without the support of internal strength, the two thunder lions that were about to pounce on Yang Mucheng also quietly dispersed like smoke and dust.

"What?"

Whether it was the Demon King tribe or Chen Longxiang and a few people, they were all stunned.

They hurriedly looked ahead.

But see.

In that electric circle, the electric light slowly dissipated, and Yang Mucheng's figure gradually appeared. He still had the posture of a handsome teenager, as if the previous battle had not affected him in the slightest.

Seeing this scene, Chen Longxiang's face changed again and again, and he couldn't help but sigh:

"This Yang Old Devil's strength is too strong!"

Dugu Zhenyi on the side also nodded and said: "Yes, how did he cultivate, even if he cultivated like this in his mother's womb, he couldn't have such terrifying strength! That lion king demon beast, even if I personally dealt with it, I would feel that it was extremely piercing, and it couldn't last three moves in the hands of Yang Lao Mo!"

"Look, the old lion's face has changed. I don't know if the old lion will do it himself!"

Then.

Everyone looked ahead. Sure enough, the white-haired old lion's complexion had become extremely hideous. Yang Mucheng's method made it even more angry.

"Father!"

"Father, let me deal with this kid, he killed our siblings, we will definitely strip him of his skin and bones, and scatter his bones and ashes!"

"Let me go......"

Bursts of cries rang out.

Countless lion kings and demon beasts had blood-red eyes, staring at Yang Mucheng deadly. If gaze can kill, I'm afraid that Yang Mucheng has already died thousands of times.

But Yang Mucheng didn't realize it at all.

On the contrary, as if there was nothing, he said lightly:

"My patience is limited, if you continue to be obsessed, and then I will wash your entire tribe with blood, you will not be able to blame me!"

Roar!

Roar!

Roar!

Yang Mucheng's words seemed to add fuel to the fire, causing many lion king demon beasts to roar one after another at this moment. There are even some demon kings who can't control the blood in their bodies, and under the expansion of their qi and blood, they actually transform into a giant lion-like appearance.

These giant lions' eyes were blood-red, staring at Yang Mucheng deadly, as if as long as their father opened his mouth, they would rush out without hesitation and completely tear Yang Mucheng to pieces.

"Is this kid crazy?" Chen Longxiang was shocked and said in horror: "He is provoking this group of wild lions, when the group of lions rushes forward, even if he is strong, he will have to die here." ”

As he spoke, his eyes rolled slightly, as if he was comforting himself: "However, it's okay for him to do this, we don't need to do it, we can sit back and enjoy it quietly, even if Yang Mucheng's strength is strong, he can block a mad lion and two heads, but can he block a hundred heads, a thousand heads?"

"Human!"

The old lion let out a roar of rage, and his body with a crutch strode forward. In an instant, an astonishing force erupted from its thin body. The white mane like long hair rises high, and the robe flies up and down, dancing violently!

It stared at Yang Mucheng and said coldly: "You are looking for death!"

(End of chapter)