Fast travel villain boss is candied fruit

Chapter 129 The Demon King is Super Invincible and Didn't Go Offline (12)

"Just want to leave so easily?"

Ye Qingcheng paused, she turned her head and asked, "What do you want?"

"you guess?"

Suddenly Ye Qingcheng stepped forward, and the judge pen shot out, and the cursive characters in the void flew out one after another, quickly forming a grid to surround him, blood oozing from the ink, covering the black eggshell shaped cage.

There was no break between these two moves for a moment, as if he didn't care about how he responded to the previous move, and the next move rushed out with a strong murderous aura.

Mo Lixiao frowned, and sat motionless on the couch. He dried the water stains on his body first, and then devoted himself wholeheartedly. He jumped into the air to compete with her back and forth in the hall.The two fought all the way to the outside of the hall, soaring to the clouds and escaping into the ground, the fight turned upside down, and the situation changed.

The figures of the two were entangled endlessly, and the group of demons who watched the battle raised their heads and watched for a long time. Someone who was as strong as Xu Yihan had a solemn expression, his brows were frowned, and he murmured: "I don't think her skills will go further. She is really talented, a genius!" , Wizards."

He didn't know that Ye Qingcheng turned his irritability into strength and vented all his unhappiness on brute force, that's why he performed three points better than usual.

Mo Lixiao seemed to be tied with her, but there was no sweat on his forehead, which confirmed Ye Qingcheng's conjecture.

It's not uncommon for his mana to be higher than hers, but it's high enough that he can freely control the output level, restrain to the point and always keep a tie with her, which only proves that he is not a little bit stronger than her.

Although this matter is not a secret, but thinking about it now, I feel suffocated and panicked.Stimulated by this, Ye Qingcheng desperately used all eighteen kinds of weapons, such as swords, guns, swords and halberds, and frantically opened the bag of Qiankun, throwing out the magic weapons that had been stored for many years in different ways.

Mo Lixiao was able to hold back, and behaved with a high quality that everything was just right, neither exaggerated nor conceded, nor did he overly damage Xu Yihan's self-confidence and self-esteem.

There was so much noise, the battle went on for hundreds of rounds without a break, Mo Lixiao gradually felt exhausted and slowed down his movements.The sullen anger that burned his heart like fire and the resentment that almost broke through the sky, were swayed together with his physical strength in the long-term fierce confrontation.

"Can't you let me beat you up?" Ye Qingcheng blurted out an unreasonable questioning, pointing out balls of green mist around her side with the tip of her pen, and the leaves in the middle were flying, gradually accumulating immortal energy, and powerfully shot out from the inside out Green leaves with razor-sharp edges.

With a move of Mo Lixiao's hand, overlapping shadows appeared, defending against overwhelming attacks, he took a break from his busy schedule, and at a certain moment of sudden stillness, he glanced at her through his life-and-death killing intent and murder weapon: "You have a good idea. "

So old, but with a movement of his lips, he cast the tactic and the mantra, and a shadow split from his body in an instant, turning into a clone. He took over Ye Qingcheng's move and continued to fight with it, but the main body floated away from the top of his head.

In less than half a stick of incense, thousands of green leaves suddenly attacked, and the mist turned into an air blade and shot out as quickly as electricity. Ye Qingcheng's judge pen brushed several vital points of the "devil king", painted it with ink, and stuck it word by word. The sealing technique, the acupuncture points were also attacked by poking points, and he reluctantly resisted several moves, but he was finally unable to turn the tide.

Ye Qingcheng's starry eyes lit up, she put away her pen, and with lightning speed, she shot countless afterimages on his chest with her bare hands——

"Crack - bang!"

After a burst of critical blows, the "Devil King" was beaten into the air, thrown out of the air in an arc, fell heavily to the ground, and tried his best to cooperate with the performance, spurting out a big mouthful of blood.

(End of this chapter)