Finally moved!

In the end, even the innate immortal spiritual light filled with Duobao's fist began to tremble. Duobao's power finally reacted a little. This was far from the end, but it can be said that Bull Demon King's fist had already entered the Daluo realm!

His fist is already qualified to shake the innate innate spiritual light.

At this time, even the eyes of the Peng Demon King and the Lion Camel King can see that the old cow has reached its limit... Or, from the first round of fist, in order to take the Daluo attack, the old cow has surpassed the limit. The limit in the conventional sense has been broken by the old cow countless times, which is the limit in the unconventional sense. Every time the Lion Camel King and the others think that the old cow can no longer fight, it can always hit a stronger fist again than before.

But this time, maybe it's really the limit!

Because Duobao's face showed a look of regret...

The Bull Demon King's eyes were completely burned out, and nothing was left in his eyes except fighting spirit! Because a long time ago, his fist had no choice but to think about anything except the next punch. He had to mobilize every point of strength for the next punch, so he was like a machine, repeating and punching without any change.

In theory, many people can laugh at Lao Niu for his unsuccessful fighting style, but every person who laughs at this rigid and unchanging change will be crushed by Lao Niu under the fist.

The mountain-driving whip had already penetrated the blood of Bull Demon King, and its dark whip was dyed with dark red.

It mobilized every ray of its spiritual light. The spiritual treasure that could not have been completely used by Daluo finally admitted it after Lao Niu surpassed his limit countless times.

For the next blow, the mountain whip was brilliant and as if burning. The dark iron whip was stained with old traces. A broken, dark iron whip, if swung out, could already break the heaviest vein under the prehistoric land.

The old bull's eyes were indifferent, but it was extremely condensed, as if he was unwavering, gathering the power of his eyes together. The firmness made his eyes imprinted in the void without any magical powers. After countless Yuanhui, he could still feel it. The last time, the Bull Demon King swung his fist to the sky and tore the sky apart!

In the underworld, Wukong sat on the Wojiaoyan with his eyes wide open!

Inside the sea of ​​blood, the Styx's eyes were several points below, and I was very interested!

A faint sigh came from above the chaos!

At this moment, the light of the inspiration in Duobao's fist finally trembled, and a scar appeared on his fist. Duobao slowly wiped away the trace of blood and looked up at the old cow who was still standing in front of him. Although his face was still cold, he was no longer contempt. At that moment, the Lion Camel King smashed the iron mountain with the strongest force in his life. The Demon King Peng tried his best to slash Duobao's eyes.

Now one of them was pressed by Tieshan and vomited blood. A clear fingerprint appeared on Tieshan, and the claws were twisted and their wings were broken! King Yu Shi was shocked from the illusion... The whole demon almost turned into a phantom, and the mysterious crystal fell to the ground, and it was already dim.

The Bull Demon King was still standing, and his breath was gone.

He murmured in an inaudible voice: "Emperor... the old cow can no longer bear you!"

"But Lao Niu... didn't disappoint you!"

Above the chaos, someone gently rings the bell, as if seeing it off...

The Bull Demon King had no more breath...

Duobao sighed with his hands behind his back: "The Great Saint Bull Demon King of Pingtian... I remember it!"

"I saw your will!"

After saying that, the three great saints who were dying, the dragon demon king who was corpse on the ground, and the macaque king who was at a loss, finally looked at the standing body of the Bull Demon King, as if he wanted to remember his appearance in his heart. Duobao turned around and left, walked away in the rolling tide, and the mountain whip exhausted the light and dimmed, like a piece of mortal iron falling into dust.

The Demon King Peng struggled and wailed towards the sky!

A loud breeze that entered the sky rolled away and echoed around!

In this battle, the six great saints of the demon clan died, three were seriously injured, one was frustrated, the courage was lost, the five spiritual treasures were all silent, and the other escaped. Only the great saint of the Monkey King disappeared, or disappeared in the underworld. The seven great saints of the demon clan may become history and will no longer be the leader of the demon clan!
Chapter completed!