Commanding Wind and Cloud

"The first battle is me! Interesting!"

Beelzebgul stood up and leaped into the arena with one step, his long gray hair was fluttering in the wind, he was indescribably perverse and belligerent, and his sharp eyes were staring at the drive to slowly walk into the arena.

Lucifer Liushui looked unexpectedly at the demon who announced the match list on the stage, how could this be? The motivation is indeed very strong, but Beelzebub Gulna is the second-ranked monster on the holy list, and it is even rumored that he has already become holy, but no demon knows it.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" Beelzebgul's belligerent eyes became more curious. Never one of the younger generation was not nervous when they met him. The torrent flying mirror in front of him was actually very excited.

Never encountered such a strange thing before, Beelzebub Gul has never encountered such a strange thing, looking left and right: "If you can become a saint, I will fight you once. Now?"

Beelzebugule tilted his head and looked at Lucifer Serig in the distance, then turned around and bowed to the position of the Great Demon King Lucifer, and suddenly said, "I abstain from this battle."

Abstain!

All the demons present were stunned at the same time, the best fight! Has Beelzebgul, the militant madman who never misses a chance to fight, lost his mind? Abstained? This is really Beelzebub Gul!

Serig looked proudly at the seven or eight princes. The big devil looked at Serig with more approval. It was already very difficult to receive a militant lunatic like Beelzebub Gul. Even the patriarch of the Beelzebub clan could not control his warlike desire, and the prince could let him avoid the war!

"The prince said that you are very useful to him. I also heard that there is a demon who took the fighting soldiers you made and beat up my old man. It really made me very happy." Beelzebgule leaned close to Ke Jin's side: "Another day, how about making me a suit? I will pay five times the material! The New Demon King Contest is coming soon, and I don't want to lose to Lucifer Star."

Vigorously looked at the warlike madman in front of him again. According to the information, he seems to be a madman who has no brains and only knows how to fight. Now it seems that this warlike madman is still a very intelligent existence.

"Find a time." Mo Jin nodded: "I will let the devil deliver the things to you, you can rest assured about that. But you have to ask the devil to deliver the materials to me."

"No problem!" Beelzebgul turned around and said without looking back, "I believe you!"

"Really do it for him?" Duanfeng Buer looked at his motivation to withdraw from the ring and win without a fight: "Such a lunatic..."

"Do it! Why don't you do it?" Motivated eyes glanced at the eighth prince in the stands. If Beelzebgul is really strong enough, then take a whole set of super fighting soldiers to fight against the genius prince of the Demon Race. If he really kills this prince who may finally awaken, isn't that the best result?

It's just a set of super fighters! As long as there are materials! Enthusiasm and self-confidence can forge more than one set, and the super fighting soldiers forged by oneself, if you want to keep something in it, isn't that the easiest thing? In the future, I really met Beelzebub Gul, and in the eyes of others, this demon wore a set of terrible equipment.

In the creator's eyes, what he was wearing was not some terrible equipment, but a set of dangerous equipment that could kill him at any time.

"Lifting Flying Mirror, according to the rules, if one party wins because other demons abstain, any participating demon is eligible to challenge you! Now, I challenge you!"

A person stood up in the Seventh Prince's camp, and his arrogant words immediately attracted the attention of all the demons.

Wanyan Lifeng! Looking up vigorously at the human-like challenger in the Seventh Prince's camp, he didn't even need to compare the pictures on the admission list. He also knew that this 60-year-old human who joined the Seventh Prince's camp should be the rumored iron-armed praying mantis bloodline warrior, Wanyan Lifeng!

"Adults bullying children?"

Duan Feng Bu Er's sharp and ear-piercing voice, with a very mocking taste, accurately reached the ears of all the spectators, and Wan Yan Li Feng's old face turned red immediately.

Although there is no age limit for the imperial competition, the rule is that as long as the subordinates recruited by the prince in this year, all of them can freely participate in the imperial competition, but those of this age... are indeed very, very rare.

The Imperial Contest was originally a rule created by a generation of great devil kings. It was intended to test the performance of each prince and princess this year. The contestants can only compete with new retinues recruited this year, and old retinues are not allowed to participate in the battle.

The Seventh Prince Lucifer took advantage of such a loophole in the rules and found an old demon warrior who was old enough to be a grandfather of the torrent flying mirror to carry out this imperial battle. He was obviously determined to take this opportunity to beat this newly rising monster to death.

Lucifer's arrow smiled faintly: "On the battlefield of humans and demons, you meet the old butcher Gan Zhanxuan, go and tell him about adults bullying children. See if he will let you go after hearing your words. On the battlefield, the enemy will not care about your age. If you stick to the age of your opponent, I don't think there is any need to fight this battle. Your vision is too narrow."

What a sharp mouth! Mu Nazhence looked at Lucifer's arrows. The Lucifer royal family of this generation really played a lot of outstanding roles, and they were still calm and comfortable when they were teased.

All the demons nodded their heads one after another. Although what Lucifer said was a bit unreasonable, it was barely reasonable.

Looking vigorously and quietly at Wanyan Lifeng in the Seventh Prince's camp, there is a faint sense of sadness in his eyes. This iron-armed praying mantis blood warrior who once covered the entire Zhence Dynasty with glory has now become a member of the Demon Clan, and is willing to be the lackey of the Demon Clan prince.

The ancestors of the bloodline of the Iron Arm Mantis! Can you look down among the stars? You can see that your descendants have abandoned your glory!

"It makes sense." Mo Jin slowly got up and walked towards the ring: "Since His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince compares this place to a battlefield of humans and demons, then if I kill your subordinate, there is nothing to say?"

kill? Although there are demons killed in imperial battles every year, most of the time they will choose to stop as long as they defeat their opponents.

This kind of way of directly rushing to kill the opponent as soon as he opens his mouth on the field, rarely appears in the imperial battle.

All the demons couldn't help but focus their eyes on the seventh prince, and Lucifer's arrows smiled lightly again and shrugged their shoulders: "If Master Riptide Flying Mirror is not afraid of being killed, you can treat this place as a battlefield for humans and demons."

"Very good!" Qi Jin opened the fighting world, and directly dragged out the Jidu Zhanbadao that had never been used since entering the demon territory. The strong tail of the knife hit the ground piled with black diamonds fiercely, and made a crisp sound: "Since I entered the demon clan, I have never used my own real weapon! Don't think that only Jin can use Zanbadao. My saber technique of Riptide Flying Mirror is stronger than his vigor!"

Cut the saber! The gazes of all the demons immediately focused on the wide saber-blade saber.

The energy in the rumors is also to use the saber, the saber can even be like a river, giving the demon an irresistible galloping momentum. I thought that the weapons that Riptide Flying Mirror is best at are hammers and strong bows, but I didn’t expect to use a saber, and it is also a saber!

Fenjinlianzhan's fighting seal flashed, and the grudge formed Fenjinlianzhan entered into the saber, the blade suddenly burst into glaring light, and the saber energy visible to the naked eye scattered and splattered, as if a human hand was using Fenjinlianzhan.

Iron-armed mantis bloodline fighting skill is a spirit fighting skill with vigor, and Gold Points Chain Slash is now completely complete, and even the second level of [Break Water and Wave] has been practiced more than half.

Soul fighting skills are more difficult to practice than ordinary holy fighting skills. It requires a certain amount of understanding, otherwise it will be difficult to achieve great success.

However, as long as each layer is in a state of great achievement, the power it can exert will always be greater than the original power, and the sufficient time after the explosion will be extremely fast.

As soon as the sword came out, the sword energy overflowed! Wanyan Lifeng's haughty complexion suddenly changed, and a cautious light appeared in his pupils. This kind of aura was never expected before he took the challenge!

Divide the money and chop! The corners of Wanyan Lifeng's eyes twitched again and again, and the gray pupils flickered with a hint of disbelief.

That's right! It's splitting the money! Although there is only one Saber, there is nothing wrong with the special order of fighting! Wanyan Lifeng subconsciously wanted to back up, but suddenly there was a feeling of not knowing how to deal with energy.

Sitting next to the prince, Beelzebgul's eyes lit up, he sighed and shook his head, and anyone could clearly feel his fighting spirit.

"Good knife, great momentum!" The Seventh Prince applauded lightly and stood up, then patted Yan Lifeng on the shoulder: "Fight well, let's watch a wonderful duel."

"Yes, Your Royal Highness."

Wanyan Lifeng walked slowly into the arena, his pupils flashed a trace of cold dead gray, his hands were slowly raised above his head and slowly separated back and forth, two three-foot-long sabers were in his hands, gently rising and falling with his wrists, like the two huge forearms of a praying mantis.

The power of the blood was instantly released, and Wanyan Lifeng's eyes turned completely dead gray, with only a small black dot circling back and forth on the gray eyeballs, and a pair of wings as thin as cicada's wings slowly opened from behind.

The battle is about to start! The surrounding demons all held their breath and nervously looked at the opposing sides in the arena, for fear of missing a little bit of the battle.

The sky, at some point, was covered with thick clouds, blocking the sun in the sky, as if it was about to rain beans the size of a bean at any time.

Soul fighting! Rising slowly behind Wanyan Lifeng, it was a huge gray praying mantis, only two knife-like forearms were red, as red as blood, as if blood was about to drip from the arms.