Chapter 1094： Battle 2 Great Demon Elder

Demon Clothing, the seventh elder of the Demon Tribe, is at the pinnacle of the Primordial Spirit!

In the entire Demon Tribe, the top ten elders are at least the cultivation bases above the peak of the late Yuanshen. They are also the real powerful elders of the Demon Tribe, and their strength is incomparable.

Just standing there brought great pressure to Wang Feng, far beyond what the elder he had killed in the Demon Tribe could compare!

"boom!"

The next moment, the magic clothes moved, and appeared on Wang Feng's side in an instant. His fists flashed with a cold and dim light, and smashed towards Wang Feng's head, as if to shoot Wang Feng's head with a punch.

Before the fist strike, Wang Feng could already feel the terrifying wind, which made his long hair dance wildly, and his cheeks even ache.

Faith in the power of the gods was completely blessed, and tyrannical power fluctuations emerged from the body. Wang Feng did not hesitate, and punched out the same punch. The powerful energy collapsed the void, revealing a dark hole.

"boom!"

If the thunderous roar resounded, Wang Feng and Moyi took a step back at the same time, with the two at the center, the surrounding ground shook instantly, and a thick layer was lifted, but both of them ignored it and turned their eyes to the ground. Staring at each other stubbornly.

Wang Feng's eyes narrowed slightly. The strength of this magic clothes is very strong, a bit stronger than the normal peak of Yuanshen. If he hadn't possessed the other side body, his body would have been shattered by the tyrannical anti-shock force. !

In fact, the magic clothes at the moment was even more shocking than Wang Feng. He thought that he could kill Wang Feng with one punch, but at least he could knock him out a little. However, Wang Feng's strength was far beyond his. Imagine, no wonder you can beat the powerhouse in the middle stage of Yuanshen with one punch!

"call out!"

Thinking like this, Moyi's feet moved, and the long legs swept out like a dragon swinging its tail, and swept directly towards Wang Feng's waist. The terrifying power shook the void and cracked every inch.

Wang Feng twisted his body and avoided the foot in a strange arc. At the same time, his arms bent and slammed out with an elbow. The magic clothes reached out and blocked. And go.

"Bang! Bang!"

The roars exploded, and the shock of terrifying power continued to sweep. The two were like two savage beasts, fighting directly at the entrance of the devil's pilgrimage secret realm. .

Not far away, many elders of the Demon Tribe saw that Wang Feng was able to fight the Demon Cloth to such an extent that their expressions changed slightly. Although the Demon Cloth was not the strongest among them, they had a physical body. , Among the elders of many demon tribes, he is the strongest, only under the high priest Mo Ren Xiao, under normal circumstances, even if the strength is stronger than the demon clothes, they would not dare to fight with their physical bodies!

But this sudden intruder can fight against the magic clothes physically, and even not weak at all, how is this possible?

In the impressions of many demon tribe elders, the intruder's body is undoubtedly very weak. For them, it is no different from paper. In the entire lost world, the physical strength of his demon is not to mention. The strongest, but only under the Kraken clan, and even the physical bodies of the other two races cannot compare with them, let alone the mere intruders.

The scene in front of him has simply refreshed the cognition of many demon tribe elders about the intruder's frailty. Even the demon owl narrowed his eyes slightly, and a seriousness appeared on his majestic face.

"boom!"

On the battlefield, Wang Feng and Moyi kept banging each other, making fierce moves, and the violent force swept in all directions, causing the whole world to roar. Wang Feng did not burst out in a hurry. That powerful body constantly sharpens its own body and fighting skills!

Being able to fight against the peak of the primordial spirit such as Mo Yi is of great benefit to Wang Feng. It can not only sharpen his physical body, but also temper his forbidden realm.

Since reaching the peak of the seventh level of divine ban, Wang Feng has no clue about entering the eighth domain of divine ban. Now that he has finally encountered such a formidable opponent, he naturally does not want to let it go!

However, Mo Ren Xiao would not let him be so relaxed. After seeing that Wang Feng's body could compete with the magic clothes, he waved his big hand again, and an elder of the Demon Tribe stood up again.

It is true that Wang Feng's combat power is very strong, but the demon owl still doesn't take him in his eyes, and he doesn't even plan to take action himself. Joke, the top powerhouses in his entire demon tribe are here, where is the need? Did he do it himself? What's more, just relying on Wang Feng's mere intruder is not worthy of his own shot!

It is no exaggeration to say that with the current lineup of Moren Xiao and others, even the top powerhouses of the other three races are here, and there is no possibility of surviving. Maple in the eyes?

If it were anyone else, in a situation like Demon Xiao, I'm afraid they wouldn't put Wang Feng in their eyes!

The Demon Mausoleum, the sixth elder of the Demon Tribe, the peak cultivation base of the Primordial Spirit, is even stronger than the Demon Clothing!

"boom!"

As soon as he was born, UU reading Demon Mausoleum exploded with its own momentum, a pitch-black long spear appeared in his hands at some point, and a domineering and sharp spear intent emanated from him. , His whole person seems to be fused with the spear in his hand, giving people the feeling that he is the spear and the spear is him.

"Buzz!"

Immediately afterwards, Moling was holding a long spear, his figure flashed, and he appeared behind Wang Feng in an instant. The spear shot out like a dragon. The terrifying spear edge was wrapped in astonishing power and bombarded Wang Feng. The sharp spear edge, Directly piercing the void, a long and narrow dark crack appeared, as if piercing the sky in half.

Feeling the terrifying edge from behind, Wang Feng's face changed, but he didn't panic. He punched the magic clothes back, and the other hand reached out and grabbed it. The Xuanji Dao sword appeared in his hand, and he didn't even think about it. Directly slashed out with a backhand sword, and the half-moon-shaped sword beam shot out in an instant!

"boom!"

The huge roar resounded, and the violent force swept the four directions. Seeing that his offensive was shattered, the magic mausoleum was not surprised. He moved under his feet, and the whole person followed him. , smashed down!

At the same time, the magic clothes were not stunned. The fists were like a dark sun, smashing wildly, and the fist marks burst out and bombarded Wang Feng. Wang Feng was shrouded in it, making it impossible for Wang Feng to retreat, and there was no way to avoid it!

Facing this terrifying offensive, Wang Feng did not panic. He took a deep breath, holding the Xuanji Dao Sword in his left hand and fist in his right hand. The power surged out of his body crazily. The powerful fluctuations of power were centered on him and spread to All around, the whole sky shook.

The next moment, a dull roar came from Wang Feng's mouth, like a dull thunder!

"Flying Immortals in the Sky!"

"Kang Long has regrets!"