I'm summoning anime characters for a super battle

One arm was almost crippled, but there was no trace of pain on Shi Kuan's face, which remained as calm as water.

The body continued to move forward, all the energy of his cultivation was stimulated, and he used his other hand to attack the ink dragon.

This is all about using his own two arms for a chance to seriously injure Mo Jiao.

Although the long spear is controlled by his arm, don't forget that there are seven short spears on Mo Jiao's back.

It was impossible for Shi Kuan's punch to hit Mo Jiao, and like his other arm, it would be completely severely injured and directly disabled.

Swish-!

As expected, Mo Jiao pulled out a short gun from behind and held it in his hand.

He didn't understand what Shi Kuan was doing now. It was completely outweighing the gains and losses. Basically all his cultivation was based on these iron fists.

But with two consecutive moves, he directly disabled his most proud fists.

What good does this do him?

Although it is not really useless, and it is possible to recover, it will take at least decades, or even hundreds of years.

does it worth?

You can't really hurt yourself or kill yourself with this.

Even if you want to make meritorious deeds, you can't do it like this...

Although there were many doubts in his heart, this did not hinder the movement of Mo Jiao's hand, holding a short spear and stabbing straight at the iron fist that Shi Kuan blasted at him.

Poof————

Just like before, the iron fist collided with the short gun, and the result was naturally extremely bloody and cruel.

The short spear almost completely penetrated Shi Kuan's arm, and blood flowed out uncontrollably, splashing to an unknown place.

A pair of fists were crippled, and now Shi Kuan finally had some reaction on his face, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

This intense pain, the damage that goes deep into the bone marrow...

But that's all.

Enduring the severe pain, Shi Kuan suddenly opened his arms and forcibly snatched the long spear and short spear from Mo Jiao's hand.

His goal accomplished.

Without waiting for Mo Jiao to react, he immediately retreated towards the rear, reaching the maximum speed he could achieve.

Just for this?

Disarm yourself?

Mo Jiao looked at Shi Kuan who was escaping, and couldn't help but murmur in his heart.

His fingers were slightly raised, twisting the magic formula. The spear embedded in Shi Kuan's right arm was made from the horn he had shed.

It could almost be regarded as a natal magic weapon. Shi Kuan took it away, but he only took it away.

He wanted to get it back, easily.

But Shi Kuan had already thought about how he could let Mo Jiao get his wish and take back the weapon after paying such a high price.

Regardless of the increasingly severe pain, Shi Kuan's arms tightly clamped the spear. No matter how Mo Jiao summoned him, there was no way to make it return.

This was a good opportunity. Seeing this, the people behind Shi Kuan quickly rushed over.

The boundless army of monsters also received orders from their respective commanders, and rushed towards the Dragon Realm like a tide.

With such a shocking and terrifying number, there is no point in arranging troops. It is better to swarm forward and use the human sea tactic to completely overwhelm the enemy.

Seeing the enemy attacking, Mo Jiao had no intention of recalling his long spear and took two short spears from behind to make do.

He glanced at Crocodile Lord and rushed towards the enemy.

This is their last battle and their last time. Since there is no way to avoid it, let's have a good fight.

It can be regarded as not humiliating oneself, as the title of the top ten strong men of the demon clan!

In an instant, countless demonic armies under the command of Mo Jiao and Crocodile Lord rushed out from the dragon world.

They slammed into the oncoming coalition forces like flood waves, and it was just a moment of confrontation.

Tens of thousands of monster warriors died on the spot, and countless incomplete or complete corpses were scattered into the dark void.

There is blood everywhere, fighting everywhere, energy of various colors sweeping across, strange weapons slashing at each other...

They are all from the same clan, demon clan in name, but now they are fighting to the death.

Don't dare to slack off even if your opponent is a close confidant who has met several times before.

You can't hold anything back at all. Every move is a dead hand, and every move is a critical point.

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Doraemon and Nobita, hiding in the dark, looked at all this through the props, with uncomfortable expressions on their faces.

They had never seen such a bloody and cruel scene before.

The adventures I have experienced are actually no different from playing around. Even if there is blood and killing, it will not be like this.

Every breath, every moment, is a river of blood and millions of floating corpses.

In the true literal sense, rivers of blood flowed, and millions of corpses were floating on the ground.

They saw with their own eyes that tens of thousands of demon warriors who clearly belonged to the same race were too deep into the enemy's formation.

Surrounded by groups and being strangled continuously, within a quarter of an hour, all of them had become dead souls.

Tens of thousands of soldiers were all hanged.

But here, on this complete battlefield, it seems like a wave in the ocean, unable to attract any attention at all.

The demon clan mobilized its entire clan to engage in a terrifying civil war.

Nobita turned his head away, not wanting to see those cruel and bloody scenes again. This was not their chance.

They just want to stall for time until Kyushu loses patience and ends up personally.

At that time, it will no longer be their business, but it will be up to Brother Tongzi to take over.

They continue their adventures in such a wonderful unknown infinite world, carefree and free.

And now, their plan has directly caused such a shocking battle.

Countless lives withered in front of their eyes, and the spilled blood dyed the entire starry sky red. The last looks and expressions left on those corpses were extremely ferocious.

They didn't expect that they would end up like this, and they didn't understand.

Why do they, the demon clan, have to fight such a thankless civil war?

What's more, I don't understand why Mo Jiao insists on his own opinion and insists on fighting to the death with the coalition forces who can obviously gain more benefits.

Let things turn into such an uncontrollable, worst situation?

They all wanted to live, but they were dead now, leaving only the desire for life on their cold bodies and disappearing into the dark void.

"Doraemon, we seem..."

Nobita lowered his head and brought himself closer to Doraemon, just like when he was at home before.

After making my mother angry, I hide behind others, fearing that my mother's outburst of temper will directly affect me.

"We did something wrong. This is not what we thought, nor should it be like this..."

Doraemon still insisted on watching, but the expression on his face was not much better than Nobita's.

Nobita had already said what she wanted to say, and it really seemed like they had done something wrong.