The Demon King should also have a name and surname.

However, humans never call him by his first name, and in their minds, this is just the king of demons, the commander of countless demons in this dark world.

So in the long years, in this dark seal, he lost his name and became a bloodthirsty monster.

Loneliness and darkness have enveloped this place for thousands of years.

His strength, his majesty and murderous aura on the battlefield, now all that is left are the memories of a single feather and a half claw.

However, his dignity remained inviolable, and even the mighty Martial Saint among the human race could not defeat him in this darkness.

Therefore, when he found out that there was actually a human being, murderously coming in the direction where he was, he couldn't help but be furious.

Roar - Woo -

He let out an indecipherable roar, enveloping the entire dark world, and the demons in the entire underground were boiling and stirring, and the Heavenly Martial Trial Boys who had already entered the underground also raised their heads in surprise and listened to the roars of the demons from afar.

Those who are a little timid will inevitably turn pale and drip cold sweat on their foreheads.

"What is this?"

Hu Xiaodao wiped the blood on his hands, the three of them cooperated, and just successfully killed a middle pole demon, and when they were rejoicing, they heard such a terrifying roar, and their complexion couldn't help but change greatly.

"It seems to be a very powerful demon...... Zhuge Yu raised his head to listen to the speculation, but this conclusion was also despised by Hu Xiaodao, "This underground world is full of demons, not powerful demons, is it still someone screaming?"

Xiao Kunlun frowned, his knowledge was the most extensive among the three people, but this demonic thing was really weird and bizarre, and he promised that in the past thousand years, he would only deal with them once in the Tianwu trial. Although his master Poor God had told him something, he was also vague.

"This ...... This may be the Demon King that the envoy is talking about......"

Xiao Kunlun was not particularly sure.

"Demon King?"

Hu Xiaodao was stunned for a moment, and suddenly slapped his thigh, and he didn't care that the demon blood stained his body, "I'm x, boss, you're so fierce, you dare to provoke this ghost!"

Except for Feng Ziyue, he couldn't imagine anyone else who would go to trouble the Demon King.

"Isn't it?" Zhuge Yu was stunned for a moment, "How do you know it's Brother Feng?"

Hu Xiaodao smiled disdainfully, "This is called a ...... of the heart."

Several people laughed together, although they were also a little worried about Feng Ziyue, but at the same time, they were full of confidence in him.

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The closer Feng Ziyue got to this demon king, the more he felt that the darkness seemed to be thickening.

It's a feeling of substance, the darkness of the moment, like something sticky that envelops everything, and with every step you take, you feel a tremendous pressure.

The strength of this thing is really extraordinary.

Feng Ziyue's heart beat violently, and he felt a burst of excitement, and the blood of the battle in his body boiled, calling him to move forward.

If you want to improve, you must have an opponent of equal strength, which is something that every martial artist dreams of.

Therefore, Chu madman will be desperate to cultivate others, just for an opponent who can fight with him.

His divine thoughts were constantly released outward, but they were always hazy, unable to perceive the specific shape and location of the Demon King. He clenched his sword and walked towards the place where the demonic energy was at its strongest.

Be cautious and calm.

The darkness in front of me is too thick to dissolve.

Feng Ziyue simply closed his eyes, this feeling was not unfamiliar to him, after all, he had been blind for thirty years. Maybe in this darkness, he is more handy than under the light.

There was a soft dripping sound in my ears, click, click.

In this underground world, there is also a water source, and even demons need food and water.

As the king of demons, it seems that it is also a proper thing to dominate a water source, Fengzi Yue Huoran raised his head, the sword light swept away, only to hear a squeak, a monster about the size of a roe deer screamed miserably, and flew back, leaving a strong bloody aura.

A junior demon was able to escape under his sword, and Feng Ziyue stood still, knowing that the strong enemy must have arrived here.

"Come out, why hide your head and show your tail!"

Whew――

A strong wind swept in front of him, Feng Ziyue leaned back, the tip of the sword pointed directly, feeling that something had been stabbed, only to hear a muffled snort, the other party turned over again, hiding in the dark, nowhere to be found. ,

Feng Ziyue's divine search, in this thick darkness, also seemed to have lost its effectiveness.

The two demons that appeared inexplicably just now are weak in strength, and they are definitely not the body of the demon king - I don't know if he wants to be tempted, or if he wants to play a game of cat and mouse, Feng Ziyue smiled coldly and stood with his sword, but he had enough patience.

Everything around is still bleak and cold, and you can't feel the breath of living creatures at all.

It seems that in this darkness for a long time, the Demon King's ability to conceal his breath has reached its peak, he seems to have turned into darkness, and he can pounce at any time, but you can't easily find him.

However, Feng Ziyue was not afraid.

Maybe when he doesn't move, he can hide his breath, so that Feng Ziyue's divine thoughts that sense heaven and earth can't even detect his existence, but once he wants to attack, he will never hide so perfectly.

Feng Ziyue stood with his sword in his hand, listening attentively, like a green pine, standing proudly, without moving.

The Demon King, on the other hand, is hidden in the terrifying darkness, and no one can find him.

Both of them, both waiting for the moment of attack, were equally patient.

"Damn ......"

The eighteenth envoy in the distance didn't dare to get too close, even if his strength was extraordinary, but in this environment, he didn't want to provoke the Demon King.

"This kid is more likely to cause trouble than anyone else!"

The Eighteenth Messenger cursed viciously, and in the darkness he seemed to have completely torn off his disguise.

Now he can only feel the breath of Feng Ziyue, but the demon king opposite is not the slightest trace. But he also knew that the powerful and ruthless Demon King must be in that place, quietly putting away his minions, waiting for a killing blow.

"Boy, in this kind of place, the Martial Saints have suffered losses - you really have the guts!"

The eighteenth envoy was anxious and wanted to give a reminder, but he was worried that he would divide Feng Ziyue's heart and be attacked by the demon king, which was a bad cake, and he rubbed his hands hurriedly, as if he was like an ant on a hot pot.

In the darkness, the demon king's combat power can be greatly improved, in order to fulfill the wishes of the descendants of Canglan Mountain in the past dynasties, the martial saint once specially brought a holy relic that can restrain the demon to exterminate the demon king, but he didn't expect that although he also injured it, he was more seriously injured, so he had no choice but to retreat and let the demon king continue to wreak havoc.

This shows the terrifying power of this thing.

Feng Ziyue wandered outside the world, although he was standing with a sword, his divine thoughts were scattered in this hundred zhang dark space, and the slightest movement of anything could not escape his perception.

Naturally, he sensed that a master was arriving not far away, but this master didn't seem to have any malicious intent, and Feng Ziyue only thought that he was here to watch the battle, but he didn't take much precautions.

Feng Ziyue's entire mind now is above the demon king opposite.

This feeling is very peculiar, I know where he is, but I can't find his traces, this ability to hide traces, if it is not the innate ability of the demon, it is the special ability that this demon king has explored in the darkness for thousands of years.

In such a situation, only patience is the right way.

Feng Ziyue is naturally patient, when he challenged the Sword Emperor back then, he did not move for three days, and he did not even change his posture, but when he moved, he was like thunder and had the upper hand.

Although it was in the dark now, it made no difference to him.

Standing with a sword, the sword is proud and unyielding.

Don't say that the Demon King can't wait, and even the people watching the battle can't help but feel anxious.

"I didn't expect this kid to be so old and have such good patience......" Two full hours later, facing Feng Ziyue, who was still motionless, and the Demon King, who was still hiding like a turtle, the eighteenth envoy sighed and shook his head.

Feng Ziyue is only fifteen years old now, but his kung fu in this sword path seems to have been immersed in Yin for decades.

Although he can't see it, he can also feel it, he has always held the sword high, and the murderous aura is condensed but not dispersed, such a posture is very difficult, but he is so simple to keep still, it can be seen how solid this kid's basic skills are.

Feng Ziyue wants to thank the previous life for thirty years of uninterrupted hard training day after day, so when it comes to this life, although the effort is small, it is already a good look, and after the body becomes stronger, the swordsmanship of the day can be at least seven or eight points hot.

In fact, this move also has a name, called the Sword of Immobility.

Quiet as a virgin, moving like a rabbit, the name is not moving, in fact, it is secretly accumulating momentum, once it is shot, it must be a shock. ,

"When is this going to be?"

The eighteenth envoy lamented, but at this time, the situation in the field changed again!

Whew!

In the darkness, only the sound of Feng Ziyue's continuous sword momentum breaking the wind was heard, and just a moment ago, the Demon King finally launched an attack!

This king of darkness has finally run out of patience.

His pride no longer allowed him to wait, although he knew that if he made a move at this time, he would be taken advantage of by this kid standing with a sword, but he also firmly believed that with his strong strength, he would definitely turn the situation back in three moves!

It's a pity that in an instant, thirty moves have passed!

The Demon King was still retreating, still being forced to fight back by Feng Ziyue's sky-pouring sword, and he didn't even have a chance to turn defense into offense.

Sen Han's sword qi brushed across his face, making him feel a hot pain that he had never felt in thousands of years.

This kid's sword momentum is endless, just like the mountains are continuous, and the water is endless, so how can he free his hands to counterattack.

"Lianshan Sword Technique!"

"Flowing Water Sword Technique!"

Feng Ziyue used one sword and used two sets of sword intent at the same time!

The mountains are endless, endless, vast and majestic, and the water trickles, although weak, but it gathers into a river, goes straight into the sea, and flies straight down, unstoppable!

Mountains and flowing water, the offensive is endless!

There is no one in the world who can find a flaw to fight back under the simultaneous attack of these two sets of swordsmanship.

Even if you are not a human demon king, it is the same!

Although he is known as a demon, he is also humanoid after all, although he is tall, he is not an eccentric giant, and although his body is tough, it is not as steel as the legend says.

The nature of demons is only stronger, taller, and faster than humans, and other than that, there is nothing special about it.

Therefore, he didn't have a special way to break through Feng Ziyue's sword momentum.

The sword momentum is getting stronger and stronger, and it has forced the demon king into a corner, and there is no way to retreat!

The eighteenth envoy was almost about to applaud, who had ever seen such a feat? Even if the Martial Saint came in person, he couldn't achieve such a result, attacking hundreds of moves in a row, this powerful demon king didn't even have the strength to return a move, what a terrible sword move!

"Go hard! Kill him!"

The eighteenth envoy clenched his fists and secretly cheered for Feng Ziyue.

The strength of this demon king is indeed unfathomable, if he had changed himself, under this continuous attack, he would have been injured - but although he was still weak, he still did not suffer the slightest injury.

Fortunately, he has been forced to the point where there is no way out, as long as Feng Ziyue's sword momentum can continue, within a thousand moves, he will definitely be able to hurt this stubborn and fierce demon king.

Although the eighteenth envoy couldn't see the battle situation, under the deduction, it was not bad at all, and his heart was even more excited.

For thousands of years, the Demon King, who had never been able to get rid of him, was actually injured by Feng Ziyue's sword! This fifteen-year-old boy had definitely created a great miracle.

Of course, after injuring this demon king, it is still unknown whether he can be completely eradicated, after all, the demon king's last hole card has not been revealed, and no one knows what other weird abilities he has - however, at this age, doing such a thing is enough to be proud!

This kid is really the strongest one in this group of people, it seems that he should be nine out of ten sure when he wins the Tianwu heir! Even that little girl with profound skills, even if she doesn't have the defect of being afraid of killing, she will never be his opponent!

The eighteenth lead made a secret calculation, and his heart was secretly happy.

Who knew that at this time, Feng Ziyue's sword actually stopped.

"What?"

The Eighteenth Messenger was dumbfounded, and he didn't expect that this kid would stop halfway through the fight - what did he think he was doing?

The Demon King was also confused, and he didn't even take this opportunity to fight back.

But I heard Feng Ziyue say in a deep voice: "You underestimated the enemy...... If that's the case, you can't show your strengths, and this battle won't have much flavor, I'll give you another chance, you can strike first!"

"I'm X!"

The eighteenth envoy secretly scolded fiercely, "This damn Chu family bloodline, you said that you inherited this cultivation talent, how can you even learn this stinky temper!"