nt of the demon king. what he drew in his sword was only a false shadow.
”you can't beat me now!”
wan jianzong said, once again appeared behind the demon king, turned the sword front, with the sword handle heavy hit behind the demon king.
this blow, it seems that the clouds are light, but the power ntained in it is still enough to hit the demon king forward and fly out.
damn it!
the demon king bites his teeth in the air and stands in shape. he looks back and raises his sword high.
a majestic spirit of truth ndensed on his sword.
eaking through to the third stage of the war saint, the spirit of the demon king's attack is not the same as usual.
the powerful sword was accumulated on his sword, and the whole world seemed to be the only one left between him and the sword in his hand.
under this blow, if shot down, there is no doubt that the whole wanjianzong and the disciples of the princes here, as well as the people of the great families, will be defeated in an instant.
”is that the power of the demon king?”
the nangong looked up at the huge sword that shrouded the w