In the blazing flames, Yang Jiao would also stop, hold the Fang Tian Hua Ji with both hands, and his eyes flashed with unparalleled perseverance.

"I originally just wanted to challenge you simply, but now it seems that I have to divide my life and death!"

The cold words were spoken from Yang Jiao, and he had a clear understanding of the prehistoric world in his heart. This is not the world of the Three Thousand Realms. In this prehistoric world, there is no competition, and the challenge ends until death.

Everything has a cause and a result. As long as it starts, it must have an end, no matter how long the process will take.

Looking at Yang Jiao looking at him, a joy flashed across the demon king's face, and the rich demonic aura spread around. Soon the flames of the entire cave dissipated, and all the demon soldiers and demon generals gathered here.

A heavy mace appeared in the hands of the demon king, and the demon king waved his hand lightly and all the demon soldiers and generals killed Yang Jiao.

Facing the demon soldiers and generals rushing towards Zi, Yang Jiao sneered a trace of sneer, and a cold silver light shone over the blade of Fang Tian's painting halberd under the moonlight.

"kill!"

Accompanied by a shout of killing, a set of black armor appeared on Yang Jiao's body, and the Fangtian Painted Gaul darted in his hand drifted through an arc. The demon soldiers and generals who had just approached Yang Jiao instantly turned into corpses and lay on the ground.

Yang Jiao took a step forward holding the Fang Tian Painted Spear, stepped on the corpse under his feet, and looked at the demon soldiers and generals around him with a sharp look.

"Come again!"

The arrogant and boundless words sounded, and Yang Jiao's eyes were like two sharp swords with cold light, and they directly passed the demon soldiers and generals and looked at the demon king.

Seeing Yang Jiao's extremely crazy performance, the Demon King just sneered faintly, without any intention of taking action now.

"Children, those who kill this person can get a piece of martial arts, and they can be my second generation king of Chifeng Mountain!"

Accompanied by the Chifeng Demon King's heavy reward, the demon soldiers and demon general who had just been shocked by Yang Jiao's momentum once again looked at Yang Jiao with a scorching look.

In this prehistoric world, although there are many practitioners, the prehistoric world is as vast as a sea of ​​smoke and endless creatures. Among these demon soldiers and generals at the bottom, a practice of practicing is something I dream of.

Almost crazy shouts of killing sounded again, and the momentum of all the demon soldiers and generals gradually gathered together at this moment.

A series of demonic auras emanated from the demon soldiers and generals. The demonic auras continued to condense and gradually turned into demonic clouds and enveloped the sky above Chifeng Mountain.

The originally dazzling starlight disappeared completely at this moment, and the silver moonlight also disappeared completely in the demon clouds.

The demon clouds were covered with demons. At this moment, the demon soldiers and generals revealed their true colors and burst out with the most primitive beast-like nature and attacked Yang Jiao.

Faced with these demon soldiers and generals who did not pose much threat to him, Yang Jiao did not show much strength. He just mechanically waved the Fangtian Painting Halberd in his hand with years of fighting experience in the Three Thousand Realms.

The sound of weapons colliding, the fierce shouts of killing, the sound of wailings, and many sounds intertwined, paving the battle under the night.

As time goes by, the moonlight above the demon clouds has gradually dimmed, and the whole sky has also dimmed.

Under the demon cloud, there was already a sea of ​​corpses and blood under Yang Jiao's feet, and the bodies of demon soldiers and demon generals were flowing with bright red blood.

The blood covered with all over her body made Yang Jiao's black armor even darker. The bloody aura and high fighting spirit that came to her face gradually made the eyes of the Chifeng Demon King standing under the corpse mountain gradually emerged in the eyes of the demon king of Chifeng who was standing under the corpse mountain.

"kill!"

Accompanied by strong provocative words, Yang Jiao held Fang Tian's painting halberd in one hand and walked step by step from the corpse mountain towards the Demon King of Chifeng.

The demon king of Chifeng held a mace in his hand and looked at Yang Jiao quietly, his fear in his heart became even stronger. He had never seen such a crazy person, and he had no slight pity in his eyes from the beginning to the end of the fight.

"war!"

Feeling the fear from the Chifeng Demon King, a hint of joy flashed in Yang Jiao's heart, and a firm voice sounded again, and his figure also flew up from the mountain of corpses. In his hand, Fang Tian Hua Ji slashed straight towards the Chifeng Demon King.

Fang Tian's painting halberd and the mace collided, and a shocking sound rang out. Yang Jiao took advantage of the momentum and directly made the figure of the Chifeng Demon King retreat, and a trace of blood slowly flowed out of the corner of his mouth.

As he endured the pain from his arm, Yang Jiao's figure did not retreat but advanced. The Fang Tian Hua Ji in his hand stabbed at the Chifeng Demon King again.

The halberd blade pointed to the key points of the Chifeng Demon King. Faced with Yang Jiao's storm-like attack, the Chifeng Demon King gradually woke up from his previous fear.

However, the scene at this time made the Chifeng Demon King very clear. What he had to consider now was not how to kill the human teenager in front of him, but how to escape and save his life.

After all, he has lost the initiative in this battle and is already at an absolute disadvantage.

A harsh scream sounded, and sound waves rang out on the eve of dawn with strange frequencies.

Listening to the harsh scream, Yang Jiao's soul shaking instantly, the rhythm of the attack was instantly disrupted, and his figure also shook and retreated backward.

Taking advantage of Yang Jiao's retreat, the figure of the Chifeng Demon King fled wildly to the distance, while Yang Jiao took out two spiritual talismans and stuck them directly on his body.

"Looking at this little brat, I won't give up until I kill the other party!"

The green cow in the sky looked at Yang Jiao who had already chased him and said with a smile.

"The way of dealing with the entire battle is remarkable, but I pay too much attention to the art of killing on the battlefield, and I am afraid that something will happen if I walk in the prehistoric world in the future."

Kui Niu made a fair evaluation of Yang Jiao's battle, while Qingniu nodded and shook his head.

"What do you mean?"

Kui Niu asked Qingniu with some confusion.

"I admit that I pay too much attention to the art of killing the battlefield, but I don't agree that something is easy to happen when walking in the prehistoric world.

This kid is meticulous. Judging from the battle just now, he has almost no spiritual power wasted, and the way of fighting is the most appropriate way.

Fighting is the best way to reflect a monk's character. His character will definitely be very low-key in the future."

Listening to Qingniu's explanation, Yang Jiao's was about to catch up with the Demon King of Chifeng.

"Forget it, just help him, otherwise this guy won't catch up!"

Kui Niu waved his hand and saw that the speed of the Chifeng Demon King instantly weakened a little, just when Yang Jiao was able to catch up with him but could not find any abnormality.

"There is no suspense anymore! Do you want to watch it again?"

Qingniu turned his head and asked at Kuiui.

"I won't watch it anymore. The Chifeng Demon King will die today. I'll wait for this kid to kill the Chifeng Demon King before checking the situation and making arrangements."

Kui Niu said calmly, and then the two bulls appeared directly on the mountain not far away, and took out the wine and meat to eat and drink, without paying attention to the battle between Yang Jiao and the Demon King of Chifeng at all.

When the rising sun rose, the fierce fighting sounds dissipated. Listening to the sound of fighting, the two cows looked at the battlefield. Only Yang Jiao stood with a hard time holding the Fang Tian Painted Gaul.
Chapter completed!