Wuhun: Desert Death on the left hand, the world on the right hand

The Ghost King frowned and stared at the white clouds on the battlefield.

He had fought with Bai Yun before and knew that Bai Yun's strength was far more than that.

Now it seems that Bai Yun is clearly not working hard and is holding back.

"Baiyun, what are you doing? Why don't you use your full strength?"

The Ghost King sent a message into Bai Yun's ears, with a hint of questioning in his tone.

Bai Yun paused for a moment, then replied via voice transmission:

"If I attack with all my strength, the Demon Flame War General will definitely sense that I come from the world in the alien channel where he is."

The Ghost King was shocked and instantly understood Bai Yun's concerns.

He hesitated for a moment, then decisively said, "Attack with all your strength! If he doesn't dare to attack, I will keep an eye on him!"

After getting the Ghost King's promise, Bai Yun no longer hesitated.

He took a deep breath, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes.

"Desert Death!"

With a low roar, a huge black dog-headed figure appeared behind Baiyun.

The figure was a hundred feet tall, shaped like the god of death, wearing a black cloak and holding a huge sickle, exuding a heart-pounding breath of death.

It is Baiyun’s martial spirit—the Desert Reaper!

"Possessed by a martial spirit!"

Bai Yun growled again, and the black figure instantly merged into his body.

In an instant, the momentum of the white clouds changed dramatically.

His originally graceful figure became more solid, and the sword in his hand also emitted a dark light, like a magic sword from hell.

Xiong Ba only felt a powerful pressure coming towards him, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

He looked at the white clouds in horror, feeling a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart.

"What power is this?"

There was no time to think, Bai Yun had already launched another attack.

This time, Bai Yun's swordsmanship was no longer light and graceful, but became fierce and domineering. Every sword strike carried a devastating force, as if to tear Xiong Ba into pieces.

Xiong Ba's giant axe seemed vulnerable under the sword light of Bai Yun, and he was defeated step by step.

"How is this possible? How could his power suddenly become so strong?" Xiong Ba's heart was filled with fear.

Bai Yun's attacks became more and more fierce. Xiong Ba was completely at a disadvantage and could only barely defend himself.

"Earthshattering Slash!"

Xiong Ba roared and used his special move.

A huge axe blade cut through the void and slashed towards Baiyun fiercely.

Bai Yun sneered, swung the sword in his hand, and an even more fierce sword energy came forward.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the axe edge and sword energy collided with each other, erupting with a powerful energy wave.

Xiong Ba was knocked flying backwards, blood spurting out of his mouth.

Bai Yun took advantage of the victory and pursued Xiong Ba in a flash, with the sword in his hand raised high.

"it's over!"

The long sword in Bai Yun's hand shone brightly, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Xiong Ba's throat.

"Soul-sucking blow!"

Bai Yun let out a low roar, and a terrifying suction force gushed out from the tip of the sword, as if it was going to suck out Xiong Ba's soul.

Xiong Ba was terrified and wanted to dodge, but he found that his body had been firmly locked by the suction and he could not move.

Seeing the tip of the sword about to pierce his throat, Xiong Ba closed his eyes in despair.

At this critical moment, a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of Xiong Ba and blocked Bai Yun's fatal blow.

"clang!"

A deafening metal collision sound was heard, Bai Yun's sword was shaken away, and a powerful recoil force made him retreat repeatedly.

Bai Yun looked up and saw a tall man in black armor standing in front of Xiong Ba, holding a huge sword burning with black flames in his hand.

It’s the Demon Flame Warrior!

The appearance of Demon Flame Warrior surprised Bai Yun and made him more vigilant.

Previously, the Demon Flame Warrior had been watching from the sidelines and had not taken any action, but now he suddenly stepped forward to rescue Xiong Ba, obviously he had noticed something.

The Demon Flame Warrior stared at Bai Yun with a gloomy gaze, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind.

"Ghost King, it seems that you have been eyeing my channel to another world for a long time. You even dared to collude with the cultivator of that channel to another world."

The Demon Flame Warrior turned his gaze to the Ghost King again, with flames of anger flashing in his eyes.

"Since you insist on going against me, then let's fight!"

The Demon Flame Warrior roared, swung the giant sword in his hand violently, and a huge wave of black flames swept towards the Ghost King.

The Ghost King snorted coldly. He was prepared and dodged the attack of the Demon Flame Warrior.

"Devil Flame Warrior, are you finally unable to hold back and want to take action?"

The Ghost King's voice was icy cold.

"Ghost King, you are going too far!"

The Demon Flame Warrior roared and swung the giant sword again. Huge waves of black flames swept towards the Ghost King and Bai Yun like a tsunami.

A war is about to break out!

The Ghost King sneered and swung the ghost-head sword in his hand. A cold sword energy broke through the air and split the oncoming black flame wave into two halves.

"Little tricks!"

The Ghost King's figure was as erratic as a ghost, and he was able to easily deal with the attacks of the Demon Flame Warrior.

Every time he swung the ghost-head sword in his hand, it brought with it a heart-pounding breath of death, as if it was going to devour everything in the world.

Although the Demon Flame Warrior's attack was fierce, he was unable to touch the corner of the Ghost King's clothes.

He was getting anxious and his attacks became more fierce.

Huge waves of black flames rolled endlessly, like giant black dragons, roaring and pouncing towards the Ghost King.

On the other side, Bai Yun's sword light poured down like a rainstorm, killing all of the Demon Flame General's men.

His swordsmanship is fierce and domineering, and every sword strike carries the power of crushing everything in its path, and no one can stop him.

The Soul-Sucking Blow was continuously performed, absorbing the soul power of the defeated to replenish himself. Bai Yun's momentum became stronger and stronger, like a god of death descending to the world.

Although the Demon Flame Warrior's subordinates are numerous, they are as fragile as ants in front of Bai Yun.

They didn't even have the chance to get close to Bai Yun before they were killed by Bai Yun's sword energy.

Blood splattered and broken limbs were scattered all over the ground. The scene was extremely tragic.

"Damn it!"

Seeing his men being slaughtered by Bai Yun, the Demon Flame Warrior was filled with rage.

He roared, and the giant sword in his hand burned with even more intense black flames.

"Ghost King, I'll deal with you first, you're in the way!"

The Demon Flame Warrior gave up on testing the Ghost King and attacked with all his strength.

The giant sword in his hand turned into a black lightning and slashed towards the Ghost King fiercely.

The Ghost King did not dare to be careless and blocked the air with the ghost-head sword in his hand.

"clang!"

With a deafening bang, the two magical weapons collided with each other, bursting into dazzling light.

The Ghost King was shocked and retreated repeatedly, with his palms numb.

The power of the Demon Flame Warrior should not be underestimated.

The Demon Flame Warrior took advantage of the situation and swung the giant sword in his hand again. Huge waves of black flames surged towards the Ghost King like a tide.

The Ghost King brandished the ghost-head sword and tried his best to resist the attack of the Demon Flame Warrior.

Although he was very powerful, he gradually felt overwhelmed when faced with the Demon Flame Warrior who was fighting with all his strength.

Seeing this, Bai Yun flashed and joined the battle.

His sword light was like lightning, constantly harassing the Demon Flame Warriors and sharing the pressure for the Ghost King.

"Even if the two of you come at me together, you can't possibly defeat me!"

The Demon Flame Warrior roared and swung the giant sword in his hand even more frantically.

Huge waves of black flames rolled endlessly, enveloping the Ghost King and the white clouds.

The three of them were fighting fiercely and it was difficult to tell who would win.