Supreme Martial Artist

Chapter 1810 Variables!

The eleven pioneers, who were originally so powerful, suddenly lost their breath like crazy!

The aura on his body is getting weaker and weaker!

In the end, I could only barely retain half a step of the airspace realm!

"not good!"

The masters of the five halls below shouted that something was wrong, and Xuan Jiuzhi and others turned pale.

Opposite them, Fu Jiang burst out laughing after reacting.

"You rebellious people, even if the Demon Lord is framed and falls by you, he will still be able to suppress you!"

With the emergence of the Demon Lord's bloodline, the situation of the war was reversed at this moment!

The eleven pioneers, their breaths unstable, fled in all directions.

Fujiang snorted coldly, and powerful space power spread out.

Space barriers were immediately erected in front of Xuan Jiuzhi and others.

Before they could work together to defeat them, the next moment, the terrifying power of space began to grind towards them like a millstone!

When Ye Xinghe saw this, the corner of his mouth raised slightly.

It also drives the rules of space and integrates them into Fujiang's attack.

The crushing force increased instantly.

The many pioneers who were forced to gather together suddenly felt endless pressure and their faces began to turn pale.

Obviously, some are hard to hold on to.

Suan Wuqi, who was on the periphery, seemed to have all the bones in his body being crushed.

He kept attacking with a horrified look on his face, bursts of demonic energy erupted, and he kept wailing from his mouth.

"Fujiang! I am willing to surrender, don't kill me!"

The lofty pioneer is now as miserable as a bereaved dog.

Seeing that Fujiang turned a blind eye, he turned to look at Ye Xinghe again, pleading on his face.

"I am a strong person in the air realm, and I can do the work of a dog or a horse!"

"This little friend, give me a chance!"

A stick of incense ago, he relied on his superior realm to obliterate Ye Xinghe with a space millstone.

Unexpectedly, in a short period of time, the two sides have already changed positions to get along with each other.

Ye Xinghe sneered: "If you win today, will you give us a chance?"

As soon as he said this, Su Wuqi's eyes suddenly dimmed.

In the battle of life and death, where is the chance to talk about it?

"Back then, you colluded with the Gods and attacked the King secretly."

"Have you ever thought about today?"

"Today, I will clear the door for the king!"

Amidst Fujiang's roars, the powerful power of space surged again.

Su Wuqi let out a painful cry, and all the meridians in his body were completely turned into powder.

In the extremely ugly expressions of Xuan Jiuzhi and others,

The once high-ranking pioneer of the demon tribe died without a trace, and gradually turned into powder!

Wait for the power of space to sweep through,

Die Wuqi, die!

Looking at their companions who had disappeared, Xuan Jiuzhi and others looked gloomy.

There were several weaker pioneers with even more frightened looks in their eyes.

They are also afraid of following in the footsteps of Wuqi!

"Fujiang, do you really want to force us to fight to the death?"

Xuan Jiuzhi's expression at this moment was somewhat stern and sad.

"Even if you can kill us, you may not be able to take advantage of us even if we fight to the death!"

Fujiang's face was cold, and he raised his hand indifferently and shook it in front of him.

"You can try it!"

The suffocating pressure continued to emerge, and the expressions of Xuan Jiuzhi and others became more and more painful.

Just as another pioneer was about to die, Xuan Jiuzhi roared ferociously.

"You forced me to do this!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a pure white light suddenly appeared from above his head.

Ye Xinghe frowned slightly, feeling uneasy in his heart.

The next moment, an inexplicable sense of majesty emerged from Xuan Jiu's corpse.

Holy white light penetrates the space and shines on the battlefield below.

These white lights seemed to have extraordinary appeal, making some of the seriously injured powerful demons look peaceful.

But this seemingly holy and flawless white light made Fujiang's face sink like water.

"Holy Light of the Gods!"

These four simple words made the expressions of Sikong Kuang and others become heavy.

They had participated in that battle back then and knew the meaning behind these four words.

"Xuan Jiuzhi, you are still the top powerhouse of the Demon Clan! You have actually become the dog of the God Clan a long time ago!"

Listening to Sikong Kuang's roar, Ye Xinghe was a little puzzled and came to Fujiang's side.

"Palace Master, what is the origin of this so-called holy light?"

Fujiang hummed and explained: "The holy light of the gods is a strange product of the holy land of the gods, Feixian Lake. It is rare to get even a ray in ten thousand years."

"This item can remove all evil spirits from the body and repair one's injuries."

Ye Xinghe frowned: "How could the Gods give him such a precious thing?"

Fu Jiang's eyes showed contempt and he glanced at Xuan Jiu Corpse.

"Although this holy light is a treasure to the gods, it does more harm than good to people from other clans!"

"Why?"

"Because those who use it will pay a huge price, their minds will be controlled by the Holy Light, and they will obey the words of the King of Gods, just like slaves!"

Hearing this, Ye Xinghe suddenly understood.

No wonder Sikong Kuang is so angry!

The person who can be given the Holy Light must no longer have a cooperative relationship with the Gods.

In other words, if Xuan Jiuzhi had not already decided to surrender, he would not have carried the Holy Light with him!

Fujiang's aura increased by another three points, and the anger in his chest rose, almost faintly burning.

"You have fallen so far, Xuan Jiuzhi, you are truly a sinner of our clan!"

Faced with these words, Xuan Jiuzhi just sneered.

"After all, we are just being dogs, why can't I choose a master?"

"presumptuous!"

Fujiang couldn't bear it any longer, and his figure disappeared instantly.

When he reappeared, he was already beside Xuan Jiu's corpse.

The huge sword shadow shrouded down, aiming at the eyebrows of Xuan Jiuzhi.

Xuan Jiuzhi snorted coldly, and a white light flashed in his eyes.

The next moment, a powerful aura spread from him.

Fujiang's offensive was actually blocked by his body!

At the same time, a spatial fluctuation glowing with red light also swept towards Fujiang's neck!

Between the lightning and flint, Fujiang tore apart the space to dodge and returned to his previous position.

Feeling the breath of Xuan Jiu's corpse, his face looked a little ugly.

"His strength...has been restored!"

The Holy Light of the Gods is indeed powerful, and it actually directly removes the restrictions of the Demon Race's True Magic Curse.

Fujiang sneered: "There is only one ray of holy light. All you can recover is your own strength. What is there to be proud of?"

A cruel smile appeared on Xuan Jiuzhi's lips, and he casually tore apart the space barrier that trapped the pioneers.

"There are nine half-steps of air space beside me. As long as I entangle you, can that kid next to you really stop me?"

His words were like an attack signal,

The remaining nine pioneers rushed out in an instant.

Their goal is extremely clear - Ye Xinghe!

Nine former airspace realms!

Although he cannot control the power of space, his rich combat experience is enough to make Ye Xinghe powerless.

The most important thing is that the connection between Ye Xinghe and the Demon Lord's life soul requires the consumption of one's own spiritual power.

At this moment, he can no longer maintain this state for much longer!