Fighter of the Destiny

The top of Nuorilang Peak.

The Demon Commander was sitting in the corner of the mountain beast, with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

In addition to the green patina, there are also a lot of frost colors in the gaps in the armor.

His aura has been raised to its peak state, and even this mountain peak is expressing surrender.

Of course he was not asleep, he was listening to the movement in the grassland.

He heard Li Shan's sword, heard Li Gong's sleeves, and heard Nan Xizhai's slender fingertips, without any emotion.

Then, he heard the sound of the iron sword being unsheathed and opened his eyes suddenly.

Are you so confident?

Many years ago, not far outside Xue Lao City, Black Robe organized a killing spree against Su Li.

At the most critical moment, Chen Changsheng came out of Zhou Garden and delivered the yellow paper umbrella to Su Li's hand.

Su Li held the hilt of the sword, and the demon general dozens of miles away was severely injured.

Su Li drew out half of the sword, and the black robe retreated in defeat.

Today Wang Po vaguely has some of Su Li's demeanor back then, although he didn't take action directly.

But as the Demon Commander was puzzled, the person who died was a strong man from the Holy Realm after all. Wang Po should have consumed a lot. Wasn't he afraid of affecting the subsequent battle?

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There was a tear on the front, which was blown by the wind, making it difficult to walk. The sword was cut off, and it floated far away like a kite with a broken string.

Wang Po thought of Xiao Zhang and wondered where that bad-tempered guy was at this time. He just hoped that he would never go to Xue Lao City alone.

He looked to the other side of the grassland.

There is another battlefield.

The head of Lishan waved his sleeves and said, I don't need it here.

More than ten miles away, his voice sounded clearly in front of Wang Po.

Wang Po nodded in greeting and continued walking forward.

The third Demon General and the Eighth Demon General suddenly put away their weapons and retreated a distance.

Three dark magic weapons exuded a cold smell, flying in the sky above them, monitoring the movements around them.

The head of Lishan was slightly startled, his white eyebrows raised, and he also stepped back a distance.

At the same time, the human cavalry and wolf cavalry were also retreating to both sides.

There were two giant bloodthirsty wolves who were overly stimulated by the smell of blood and refused to obey the order to leave. As a result, their heads were beheaded by the demon cavalry without hesitation.

A passage appeared in the middle of the grassland several miles wide.

From the grassland to the top of Nuorilang Peak.

This passage was empty, there was nothing, and it was extremely quiet.

Fighting was still raging elsewhere.

The silence here seems particularly eerie.

The Demon Commander opened his eyes, indicating that he was ready.

Wang Po's iron sword was also ready to be unsheathed.

At this point in the battle, it can no longer be interrupted or disturbed.

The Demon Commander is the strongest person in the Demon Clan. This is already a recognized fact in the Demonic Snowfield.

Wang Po's qualifications cannot be compared with other strong men in the Holy Domain, but he is the undisputed leader of the human race.

The battle between them, in a sense, represents the war between humans and demons.

Such a fight should be respected.

This also means that no one can lose.

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Wang Po looked at the mountain peak dozens of miles away.

Nuorilang Peak is black, but its head is white at this time.

In a short period of time, a thick layer of snow accumulated on the peak.

That was the Demon Commander's fighting spirit showing up, cold and arrogant.

There is a line of footprints on the grassland behind Wang Po.

That's his way.

Just like his sword path, it is extremely straight.

Wang Po disappeared.

When he reappeared, he was already in the sky more than ten miles away.

The Demon Commander was not waiting for him at the summit.

The dozens of feet tall mountain goat let out a cry of pain.

Its nostrils spurted hot mist like a fountain, and its sinking feet dug more than a dozen spiderweb-like cracks into the rocks on the peak.

The snow dances wildly.

The Demon Commander jumped into the sky, flipping his hands and holding a knife.

It was an extremely huge scimitar.

The blade of the blade was sharp, but there was a streak of black at the edge.

No one thought that for such a short man, his real weapon would be such a scimitar, which was more than three times taller than him. It was extremely exaggerated!

The Demon Commander fell from the sky, holding a scimitar in both hands, and slashed at Wang Po!

Wang Po drew the knife with his backhand, and it was level with his forearm, just like when he slashed Luo Shui, he slashed straight through!

boom!

There was a loud bang.

The night spread out in the valley, suddenly swaying like a tangible black cloth, and like an ink-like ocean.

Thousands of dust smoke rose from the cliffs and grassland surface.

Within hundreds of miles, both human and demon soldiers were so shocked that they covered their ears, with painful expressions on their faces.

Even if they were red-eyed, they had to temporarily stop the attack.

The two hundred or so wolf riders closest to them were killed by the shock, and they didn't even have time to scream!

The Demon Commander was knocked back to the top of Nuorilang Peak, and he accurately sat back in the corner of the mountain beast.

Rolling in the sky for more than 700 times, his face turned a little pale, which was only partially covered by the helmet and the complicated jewelry patterns.

Wang Po landed on the grassland, and more than ten bottomless cracks extended from the soles of his feet into the distance.

Hahahahahaha!

A series of hoarse and unpleasant laughter came from the Demon Commander's helmet.

This laughter seemed particularly arrogant and powerful, making people seem to be able to see the ferocious smile on his face.

They say you are an unprecedented genius in the human race, but today it seems that you are nothing more than that!

Wang Po said nothing.

His hand holding the iron knife trembled slightly.

There was a deep gash on the blade of the iron knife.

Who lost?

Did Wang Po lose?

The Demon Commander's laughter suddenly stopped.

There was a muffled sound.

The sound is like a Kyoto street performer performing fire-gas spraying...

Countless streams of blood flowed from the gaps in the helmet.

The color of the blood was very rich, mixed with some weird green.

Some people have suspected that the Demon Commander should be a member of the royal family a long time ago, and today this fact has finally been proven.

But why is his blood mixed with dark green?

No one is thinking about this issue yet.

People were shocked beyond words by what happened.

——The Demon Commander was seriously injured and spurted blood!

You are indeed very strong. You have even surpassed the special red you had before your death.

The Demon Commander's voice became deeper, but not as unpleasant as before.

Although you are still no match for me, I have to admit that it will be difficult to kill you today.

For the demons, killing Wang Po is more important than killing the human coach.

Since there is no way to complete this task, and since I have been seriously injured, what are you still doing here?

The order was passed from the top of Nuorilang Peak to the grassland, and the wolf riders began to form a team and prepare to evacuate.

The head of Lishan glanced at Wang Po. Mao Qiuyu and Huairen also looked at Wang Po.

What should be done next depends on Wang Po’s intention.

As long as Wang Po nodded, Lishan leader's Sky Covering Sword would head towards the top of Nuori Peak.

Taoist Aunt Huairen was seriously injured, but she should be able to keep Prince Xue Laocheng, who had been seriously injured by Mao Qiuyu, for a while.

Mao Qiuyu was responsible for keeping the third and eighth demon generals on the grassland.

In this case, there might be a real chance to kill the Demon Commander.

This is a seemingly simple but actually complex rotation strategy.

Several strong men from the human race looked at each other and made arrangements.

The wind blows the cloth shirt, whistling,

Wang Po didn't nod, nor did he make any other movements, not even the smallest movements, as if he were a stone statue.

He didn't want to give any wrong signals to Mao Qiuyu and others, because that would have very serious consequences.

Mao Qiuyu and the others understood what he meant. They were a little worried and a little regretful, but they were also more relaxed.

At this moment, the darkness pouring out of the valley suddenly became much lighter.

Because the sun in the sky becomes extremely bright!

A figure appeared in the blazing sunlight, like a falling star, blasting towards the Demon Commander at the top of the mountain.

King Xiang!

In his opinion, this is the best opportunity to kill the Demon Commander, and he cannot miss it no matter what!

Seeing this scene, Wang Po's expression suddenly changed.