Demon Becoming the Lord

"boom!"

Xiao Lang and the old **** fought against each other again, and the two rushed out at the same time with a bit of blood, but the next second they rushed towards each other again. The two seemed to be on the bar, to see who would die first if they kept going on.

The old **** war emperor is a beginner level, and his strength is much stronger than Xiao Lang, but Xiao Lang's body defense is strong. The two are equal to each other, but they are not convinced by each other.

"call out!"

Sect Master Yu Feixian broke through the ground and saw that the two of them were on the bar, and like the rest of the war emperors, they did not make a move, but watched the battle with great interest. Anyway, it was a war dynasty who went to war. If he died, he was a shit, let the old man Yindi feel distressed.

"boom!"

Xiao Lang and the old **** flew upside down again, and Xiao Lang hit the ground heavily, and his whole body sank underground, but the old **** hit the wall and knocked out a big hole in the wall.

The old eunuch's hands began to tremble, drops of blood dripped from the tiger's mouth, and the corners of his mouth kept bleeding. Xiao Lang was even more miserable. Originally, his left shoulder was dripping with blood. At this moment, his right hand seemed to be completely abolished, half of his body was covered with blood.

However, the eyes of the two were still staring at each other, and Gao Long's fighting spirit was in their eyes. Xiao Lang spit out a mouthful of bruises, grinned, his face was filled with joy, and he screamed proudly, "Stop dog, can you still fight?"

"puff!"

The phrase "steary dog" made the old **** angry and spit out old blood. The biggest pain in his life was that he had no gun under his crotch. The most taboo people said he was a castr, and no one dared to scold him. But Xiao Lang said that he was a castrated dog in front of so many powerful people?

The old **** became furious. Although his body had been injured and his internal organs had been shaken severely, he couldn't take care of anything. Xiao Lang was injured more severely than him. What was he afraid of?

Xiao Lang was indeed seriously injured, but the old **** seemed to have forgotten one thing! His grass cane... can hurt quickly!

Xiao Lang's body shot up, and Cao Veng shot out suddenly, entangled him, and the green light gleamed in the air to quickly heal his injuries.

"Ok?"

The old **** was shocked, but the two were so close, it was too late to return temporarily, and he was so angry that he couldn't take care of that much. Once again, his fists were surrounded by profound energy, and with a scream of air, he smashed towards Xiao Lang.

Xiao Lang's arm was almost healed, and he slammed the old eunuch's fist boldly. But... when the fist was about to collide with the old eunuch's fist, he suddenly moved to the side like lightning, hit his chest, and at the same time turned his fist into a grasp, and slammed into his chest.

At such a fast speed, the old **** couldn't avoid it, and his fist drove straight into Xiao Lang's chest, depending on the situation. The old eunuch’s eyes showed a hint of anger. He has experienced countless battles, but no one has been so shameless...

"boom!"

Xiao Lang's chest was immediately exploded, and his ribs were smashed to pieces. But when the old **** wanted to continue to grab Xiao Lang's heart. Xiao Lang's sharp claws also easily pierced the old eunuch's profound energy armor, then grabbed his chest, and crushed his heart.

The old eunuch's eyes bulged out, and his mouth kept shaking, trying to say something, but in the end he couldn't say anything, his neck crooked and died.

Xiao Lang reflected, standing on the ground and throwing the old eunuch's body casually, the grass vine whizzed out and began to heal his injuries, but he looked at the strong men on the wall and said coldly: "Next, Any war emperor who is not convinced...just come to a battle!"

Arrogant! Arrogant!

But the audience was deadly silent, even Yu Feixian was silent. Xiao Lang talked about challenging the Emperor of War, and at this moment his shots were looked down upon. The group of war emperors did not dare to fight anymore, Zuo Pingping was disabled, Yun Feiyang was hit hard, and the blood of the old **** was still not cold, and everyone was frightened by Xiao Lang...

"I come!"

There was a loud shout, shaking everyone's eardrums. Everyone swept their eyes and found that it was a blood slave. The two Blood Sect elders frowned, but they didn't stop it in the end. The Blood Slave's strength was not weaker than them, especially the defense was super strong. He was the best in battle, and he could avenge the blood sect's dead disciples.

The blood slave is more than two meters tall, with brown hair floating in the wind, and his muscles bulge like a giant from ancient times. He wears a simple shoulder-length armor that highlights the knotted muscles on his arms, full of beauty of strength.

He strode volley towards Xiao Lang, his eyes were tyrannical, his tall body contrasted with Xiao Lang, and he felt like a strong man and a child. Although Xiao Lang was also over 1.8 meters tall and had strong muscles, he was far behind the blood slave.

"Blood slave?"

The corner of Xiao Lang's mouth raised, and his eyes were cold. The blood-clothed blood slave was the murderer who killed Xiao Undead. How could he let it go with such a good opportunity today?

In this moment, Xiao Lang had once again treated his chest injury to a seven-to-eighth degree, as if he looked like an unkillable Xiaoqiang, and everyone was amazed and regretful. Xiao Lang, the grass vine, has changed too much, and his strength has changed too much. Unfortunately, he is afraid that he will die in the imperial capital today. And even if he didn't die in the imperial capital, it was no secret for a group of big men that he had cultivated the demon body refining. The cultivating demon body refining will undoubtedly die!

"I think your healing ability is strong, but my fist is still hard!"

Xue Slave didn't take it seriously, and shot away. A fist as big as a casserole turned into an afterimage, smashing against Xiao Lang's body.

"call out!"

Xiao Lang's body dodged like lightning, but Xue Slave's punch was a phantom. A whip leg was prepared early, and it swept across with a howling sound. Xiao Lang couldn't avoid it anymore, so he could only use the Heavenly Demon's combat skills, slamming his fist against that leg.

Head-to-head again? Who is afraid of whom?

"boom!"

Xiao Lang's body was smashed down, but Xue Slave's legs trembled slightly, and there was no sign of injury. He quickly flew towards Xiao Lang and continued to leap high and lift heavily.

"Relying on... the blood slave's defense is so strong?"

Xiao Lang never expected that when he hit with all his strength, the blood slave was not injured. On the contrary, his arm was numb and his internal organs were also injured. The man fell downward, the blood slave's leg had broken through the air, he could only grit his teeth and set up a hard anti-blood slave attack with both hands.

"Be careful, the blood slave is a middle-level war emperor, and has super defenses. His spirit is a defense type!"

Xiao Lang laughed bitterly as he heard the sound of the back current. At this moment, the blood slaves attacked one after another, and he could only passively defend.

"boom!"

Xiao Lang's body had just landed, and the blood slave's whip leg had arrived, smashing Xiao Lang's entire body into the ground, and blasting the ground into a deep pit several meters in diameter.

The blood slave was a middle-ranked war emperor, and his strength was much stronger than that of the old eunuch. His strength was at the same level as Dongfang Bai against the current. Xiao Lang underestimated the enemy too much and was seriously injured in two attacks.

"Blood slave, don't play him to death, the rest is at your disposal!"

Sect Master Yuzong gave an order with a slightly regretful sigh. Originally, he thought Xiao Lang could destroy the blood slave, and he took it again. Now it seemed that Xiao Lang had no chance.