Demons Chat Group Makes Me Saint

"There are some tricks!"

The eyes of the old demon Heiyun flashed slightly, and a big hand of demonic energy gathered, and he slapped Ning Xiaolei hard.

Amidst the whistling sound, the demonic energy carried rolling power in its big hands, oppressing Ning Xiaolei with golden flames floating around him.

"Crush it for me."

Ning Xiaolei roared and punched the sky.

A white elephant figure condensed with demonic energy rushed towards the sky, smashing the demonic energy's big hand into pieces.

Not bothering to fight with the black cloud old demon Moji, Ning Xiaolei launched a counterattack after blasting the demonic hand.

He used the wind technique, and the whirlwind rolled up around him, turning into a stream of light and coming to the old demon Heiyun.

He used the Ox King Fist and punched the Black Cloud Old Demon hard in the chest.

His punch was so powerful that the surrounding demonic energy was blasted out of a vacuum.

The old demon Heiyun's eyes flashed slightly, but he did not dodge and chose to confront Ning Xiaolei head-on.

"Boom!"

There was an explosion, and the old demon Heiyun took three steps back before he stopped.

Looking at the golden flames swirling in the demonic energy, Ning Xiaolei just took a step back, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

Old Demon Heiyun was extremely confident in his close combat capabilities, but he didn't expect that he was no match for Ning Xiaolei.

You must know that the demonic skills he cultivates have a great tempering effect on the physical body, and his strength is far superior to ordinary people.

But he didn't expect that when he faced Todoroki, a young man in his early twenties, he would be defeated.

And he could see that Ning Xiaolei's cultivation was only in the middle stage of King Realm, which was one level lower than him.

If the realm is not as good as this, what will happen if the realm is the same?

The old demon Heiyun didn't dare to think about the consequences. I was afraid that he would lose ugly at that time.

A chill flashed in his eyes, and the old demon Heiyun continued to attack.

This time he used his fists and kicks at the same time, hoping to defeat Ning Xiaolei as soon as possible.

Of course Ning Xiaolei was not weak, he used the Ox King Fist, the White Elephant Galloping Palm, and the Tianpeng Kick in succession.

The two of them fought quickly, and they passed more than a dozen moves in a short time.

However, the result made Old Demon Heiyun look increasingly pale.

He discovered that it was not a coincidence at first, but that Ning Xiaolei's close combat ability was really better than his.

Not only in the boxing and kicking competition, he was no match for Ning Xiaolei either.

In just a moment, he already felt numbness in his arms and soreness in his legs. If he continued to hit him, the consequences would only become more serious.

"Damn it, what kind of freak is this kid?"

The old demon Heiyun looked gloomy. He had never put anyone at the same level in his eyes. For the first time, he felt panic.

After a violent collision, the Black Cloud Old Demon retreated into the distance, and a bloody sword appeared in his hand.

He did not attack immediately, but held the blade of the sword with his other hand and slashed hard.

In an instant, bright red blood fell from his hand and sprinkled on the sword in his hand.

And the sword seemed to be alive, quickly absorbing the blood, accompanied by a "gurgling" sound like a person drinking water.

Ning Xiaolei frowned, Old Demon Heiyun's sword was a little weird!

With a flash of light in his hand, he took out the Bone Sword.

The sword of the old demon Heiyun is weird, but the bone sword in his hand is normal. Isn't it just a sword competition? Who is afraid of whom?

"Boy, I admit that you are powerful with your fists and kicks, but so what, you are destined to be defeated by my blood-drinking sword."

The old demon Heiyun looked at Ning Xiaolei with a ferocious smile, and raised the blood sword in his hand that had sucked a lot of blood.

The demonic energy was poured into it, and the old demon Heiyun swung his sword, and a bloody sword energy was swung out.

"The blood-drinking sword, the name is quite appropriate."

Ning Xiaolei's eyes flickered as he looked at the bloody sword energy coming towards him. He found that as the bloody sword energy approached, the blood in his body began to boil.

It felt like they were trying to rush out of his body and merge into the bloody sword energy.

"hiss!"

At this moment, a soft sound came out, and under Ning Xiaolei's gaze, the bloody sword energy turned into a small bloody snake and came straight towards him.