Zhuang Xiong couldn't help but his sword eyebrows stood up when he heard Cang Xiong's message. The frost in his eyes became a little heavier. A few blood-red smells floated out of the evil spirit. A cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Zhuang Xiong said coldly: "Now, give me a few words to the human race as it is."

Cang Xiong nodded secretly, agreed in his heart, signaling the human race to be quiet.

Zhuang Xiong said coldly: "Let me listen to the little bastards of the human race. Whether it is a test or a disaster, it is already the time for the human race to survive and die. What we have to do is to see the human race and the demon race that can afford to be more exhausted, the one that persists for longer, and the one that is stronger. At this time, casualties are inevitable. I am too lazy to ask if you are afraid of it. I tell you that even if you are afraid of death, you must also take over me one by one."

Cang Xiong had just finished reposting the conversation, and Zhuang Xiong said over there: "The human race and the demon race are already irreconcilable. I tell you that the human race's blood will not be cut off, and some people have left seeds for the human race. And you? I tell you that even the clone is only three people, and I have absolutely no time to protect you, nor will I protect you. I still have time to kill more demon races. The human race can rely on me for a while, but in the end, it cannot rely on me for a lifetime."

There seemed to be a voice in the human race, and there seemed to be a kind of uneasiness gradually growing. Zhuang Xiong couldn't hear it, and Cang Xiong didn't care. He continued to repost Zhuang Xiong's words: "I can tell you cruelly now that if you are not the bloodline left by the human race, then either you will find a way to survive yourself or you will be destined to be the group of people who sacrificed. But what I want to tell you is that even if you are destined to be sacrificed, you should fight for greater survival opportunities for your compatriots."

"It is not easy for human race to survive, and it is even more difficult to go step by step. But since we have reached this point, we must never perish so simply. I don't care what you use, even if it is a pair of people, someone will block the knife, someone will pull, and someone will kill, no matter what, it will be fine. You still have to avenge your own grudges. You can't avenge in this life, and you will also have to avenge in the next life. This revenge is irreconcilable, and you will never forget it in life. Kill one without compensation, kill two will make a profit. What are you afraid of, a group of abandoned guys? Kill me!"

Cang Xiong was influenced by Zhuang Xiong, and then his words almost roared with fierce aura, which immediately made the human race's eyes irritated. Suiren was the first group of humans after all. After all, he couldn't help but shouted: "The Heavenly Lord is right. We cannot be taken care of for the whole life. Even if your son, can you protect the human race for the rest of your life? It is a great favor for the Heavenly Lord to protect the human race's bloodline. We should keep it in mind. At this moment, since we are already dying people, what else can we be afraid of? Fight with the demon race!"

The camp was blown up in the crowd instantly. The angry human race could not help but hear this. When they heard this, they immediately shouted, "Fight! Fight!" The shouting rushed to the sky with murderous aura, and even the clouds in the sky were shocked. The demon race was so shocked that they looked at each other. They didn't know what happened to the human race, why did a group of little lambs suddenly know how to resist? Although they were still sheep, the horns on their heads could also make people feel uncomfortable.

Cang Xiong was also blasted and burst into tears, laughing and said, "Boys, I wish you good luck. I will listen to the boss's instructions and kill a few more demons. If anyone of you loses money, remember to tell me that I will help you kill them one by one."

Countless human races shouted in unison: "Thank you for your care and guidance. We will repay our own blood feuds. We will be unable to repay this life. In the next life, we will not be able to repay even in the next life. We all believe that the human bloodline left by the Heavenly Lord will not disappoint us. Even if the guardians are willing to kill the enemy, we don't have to take care of us. We are all ready."

Cang Xiong couldn't help but be treated a bit tragic by the human race's aura. He looked at the human race deeply and suddenly roared. He jumped into the sky. The Qiankun Sword in his hand was thrown out with a tail that was thousands of feet long, and broke a deep trench on the ground. Countless demon races suddenly turned over and were rolled out.

Cang Xiong seemed not satisfied, and snorted coldly, and simply stopped in the air, turned the Qiankun Sword into a size of 100 feet, wielding this to carve the chessboard on the earth. The demon clan couldn't help but be confused, but the human clan was also wise, and excitedly began to instruct the human clan to plan to fight.

In fact, to put it bluntly, this trench is just a common fighting method used by descendants. The only function at this time is to separate the demon clan. After all, in the face of the impact of the demon clan army, there may be very little left in the human race after a round trip. It depicts countless dense trenches, but Cang Xiong seemed not satisfied and jumped into the center of the battlefield. With a bang, it shocked the dust in the sky. Half of the trenches were covered up again, forming tunnels.

Cang Xiong looked back at the human race and thought to himself, "I can only help you get here. How many people can survive depends on your luck." After thinking about it, Cang Xiong couldn't help but feel disgusted with the demon race. He couldn't help but snorted coldly, turned around and turned the Qiankun Sword to a normal size, and then blew countless sword lights, which instantly covered thousands of miles of radius. Countless demon races fell down like harvesting wheat, but there were still countless demon races, so people rushed forward with no chance.

At this time, the human race was also extremely tragic. He shouted and rushed down the mountain, usually entering the tunnel, but the other half rushed directly into the trench, but did not provoke the army. He saw that there were too many people and hid, and the ones were alone rushed up and used all the best. If someone in the future had been here, he would probably sigh: "The people's war has begun again."

Zhuang Xiong's attack was the most violent and spectacular. From the moment he rushed out of the chaos, Zhuang Xiong's sword light seemed to have never stopped. Countless snow-white sword lights woven into dense nets, drifting from the sky to all parts of the prehistoric continent. After landing, Zhuang Xiong was even more crazy. He waved the sword in his hand and rotated it endlessly. The sword light in his hand continued to grow, and then it grew, from covering hundreds of miles to thousands of miles and thousands of miles, and it continued to expand.

Countless great supernatural powers made me dizzy in front of me, and I rolled my eyes. Although Zhuang Xiong was just one move, he was really more cruel than Zhuang Zhou and Cang Xiong's millions of moves. At this time, Zhuang Xiong didn't care whether the creatures around him were all demons, or even whether there were humans among them. He increased the knife thousands of miles in every rotation, and quickly harvested the lives of the creatures.

With Zhuang Xiong's magic power only strong, it is no problem to turn the sword into tens of thousands of miles long. At this time, Zhuang Xiong was as crazy as he was. The blade passed by, even the mountains and trees were harvested. The entire prehistoric continent seemed to be centered on this place and was about to be cut into a plain. The blade did not pass by just one cut. Not to mention the infinite evil spirit on it, Zhuang Xiong has been practicing martial arts for countless years. The more exquisite this martial arts skills are, the more exquisite it is. With such a large blade, Zhuang Xiong can still make the blade tremble. It is Zhuang Xiong's killing, which is not a creature that can escape.

Don’t underestimate the slight tremor of Zhuang Xiong’s blade. It controls the giant sword that is tens of thousands of miles long. It may be a slight tremor. It may be a gap of tens of thousands of miles. If you accidentally lose control, you will lose control. However, Zhuang Xiong can control the overall tremor of the blade from the inside to the outside within a certain range, and accurately kill all the demon races that blades can encounter, which really reaches a peak.

The demon clan fell in pieces, and many demon clans could not stand this kind of death without even seeing where the enemy was, and they cried in despair. Some demon clans were trying hard to fight, jumping off the ground and flying into the sky. However, the blade was really like eyes, and it spread out countless tiny sword lights, scattered into the air and killed the leaping demon clan one by one.

Zhuang Zhou could only hold on, but he could kill the demon clan thousands every breath. Cang Xiong was already in the rise of killing, and it became completely violent, and it was tens of thousands of killings. As for Zhuang Xiong, it was no longer calculated based on the number of people, but how many thousands of miles were killed. With one knife, tens of thousands of miles were swept away. Even the mountains, rivers, plants and trees were left unchanged. Wherever they passed, they were as flat as mirrors.

Di Jun couldn't help but feel a little anxious. These little monsters were not the main force of the demon clan, but they were all reserve forces of the demon clan. If they continued to kill like this, even if one day they captured the prehistoric world, who would have guarded it for him? Every time a messenger came to report, tens of thousands of demon clans had died at Zhuang Xiong's hands. Di Jun couldn't help but look as if Bai Ze had a blue face and kept asking how much soul grudge he was missing.

Countless great powers were shocked, and they were shocked by Di Jun's ruthlessness. They ignored the death of the demon clan, neither retreated nor sent experts to help. The second was to shock Zhuang Xiong's lethality. Zhuang Zhou was just a lazy person on weekdays, and was lazy and unreliable no matter how you look at it. Unexpectedly, he had such force. Although Zhuang Xiong had known that his martial arts were extraordinary, he did not expect that he would dare to be so cruel and ruthless. He ignored cause and effect, regardless of casualties, and was barely everywhere. It seems that he still had to have a new understanding of Zhuang Xiong.

Di Jun only felt that his palms were full of sweat. He was blocking the future of the demon clan, and he only wanted to decide the outcome in one battle. In his heart, as long as he killed the witch clan, nothing else was worth worrying. By then, he had become a saint, even Zhuang Xiong was only at the same level. Although Zhuang Xiong had various friends to help, he was guarding the huge heavenly court and could control the way of heaven through the hearts of the people, but he was not afraid of anyone.
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