Hearing each other's words, Chu Feng's eyes were strange.

Has his reputation not spread to the holy land of all ethnic groups?

As for the other side's request to fight alone, I'm afraid he wants to kill himself, and thunder corpse dragon will be able to recover his freedom, so that he has a chance to accept a powerful mount.

Unfortunately, he had the wrong idea.

The reason why Chu Feng didn't intervene in this battle is that thunder corpse dragon seldom meets an enemy who can bring him setbacks. If he intervenes easily, wouldn't thunder corpse dragon lose a chance to exercise?

"Accept it as a mount, your qualification is really not enough."

Chu Feng did not pick up the demon saint, but turned the topic to thunder corpse dragon.

The purple lightning suddenly struck the demon saint. The demon Saint once again propped up Yuan Li's shield. However, this time, his body was caught off guard and some confusion appeared.

"As a demon saint, it's so hard to clean up a monster of level 8. When it grows to level 9, you don't want to die in its hands. Where do you have the confidence to accept it as a mount? Are you not afraid to be swallowed by your own mount? "

While watching the war, Chu Feng was unforgiving.

He didn't want to talk so much nonsense, but this demon saint was a little annoying.

Mingming is a saint level being at the bottom. He can only find the sense of existence by bullying the weak. Now he even speaks so much, which makes him feel a little uncomfortable.

It's true that there are mole ants under the holy rank.

However, even if there is a saint level, there are strong and weak.

"Yes? I'll let you know soon whether I'm qualified or not. "

The demon saint's body suddenly enlarged, and his height of less than three meters suddenly exceeded 100 meters. His huge body blew a fist at the thunder corpse dragon, and shot the thunder corpse dragon, which was hard to stand up, into the ground again.

However, thunder corpse dragon still struggled to stand up.

It was originally a special life born from death, and its vitality is extremely tenacious. Even if there is a breath, it can also make use of the breath of death, so that it will not die immediately.

The attack of the demon saint is really powerful. For ordinary monsters, it can be regarded as a fatal injury, but for thunder corpse dragon, such an attack is far from the threat of death.

The demon Saint becomes a huge body with a height of 100 meters and flies to the thunder corpse dragon. His huge fist smashes the thunder corpse dragon which just stands up into the ground again.

One punch after another, the lower demons watching nearby were trembling.

The demon clan Legion and hell Legion are not allowed to fight under Chu Feng's command.

"Is this the battle between the existence of the holy rank?"

Do not know who, subconsciously said such a sentence.

The action of the demon Saint stopped and became stiff.

The battle between the saints?

How could he regard this monster as a saint?

However, in the next moment, thunder corpse dragon's body suddenly disappeared.

Instead, Chu Feng's tiny figure.

"If you go on fighting again, it may really be a dragon's life."

Chu Feng just wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to exercise the thunder corpse dragon, let the thunder corpse dragon feel the frustration and the threat of a powerful enemy, and did not intend to let the thunder corpse dragon really die.

"Man, it's your turn!"

The demon saint, like a huge fist like a mountain, resolutely waved to Chu Feng.

However, he was met by a black sword light.

"Boom!" A heavy object fell to the ground.

The huge fist fell on the ground. The monster took back his right arm, but found that his fist had been cut off by the sword.

He lowered his head and found that the tiny human, who was wearing a layer of black armor at some time, was holding a long black sword in his hand.

It was this sword with the smell of destruction that cut off his fist.

The huge body of the demon Saint shrinks rapidly and returns to the humanoid state of nearly three meters. However, the cut right hand returns to the original state, and the huge fist on the ground becomes vitality and dissipates between the heaven and the earth.

Just now, that is his Dharma form. He is a strong man in Yuanli's practice system. He is specially used to deal with large creatures. He uses a universal unique skill. Even if it's like being cut off a fist, it won't have a fatal impact on the noumenon. At most, it's just that the origin will suffer some damage.

Moreover, while the Dharma phase has a huge body and powerful combat effectiveness, the cohesion of the yuan force will also be greatly reduced.

It is not the best choice to face the same element force.

"Human, you piss me off."

With the roar of the demon saint, the power of the black field comes. With Yang Sheng as the center, all life within 3 kilometers in diameter is shrouded in this black field.Chu Feng is in the middle of the field, and his every move is greatly limited.

With the power of the field, the demon saint's angry fist waved toward Chu Feng's head. This powerful fist seemed to solidify the space.

However, just when this fist was about to hit Chu Feng's head, a wooden sword blocked his fist.

"Die

In the face of this wooden sword, the demon Saint didn't plan to give in at all. He directly punched the sword. The wooden sword was beaten back by the powerful force carried by this fist and cut it on Chu Feng's own black armor.

But the demon saint's fist was also blocked.

The demon saint was about to take back his fist. When he made another fist, he suddenly cut off the demon saint's right shoulder with a blade that was as black as ink, as if it could be swallowed by light.

The blood light spatters, the demon Saint retreats two steps, his left hand covers the sword mark on his right shoulder.

Chu Feng looked at the scar with some regret. Even if he used the power of annihilation sword to make the best use of his sword in the form of sneak attack, he only left a wound less than two inches deep on his opponent's shoulder.

This unknown demon saint, with his own hardness, carried the Qi of the sword.

"Man, you can hurt me."

The demon saint's eyes were full of humiliation. With the control of Yuan Li and the body, he made the wound solidify, leaving only a small wound on the surface, which was his forced suppression of the wound.

It is an indescribable humiliation for a human being to hurt the existence of the great holy rank.

Such shame can only be washed away with human life.

"Poof

A wooden sword runs through the heart of the demon Saint from behind.

The demon Saint turns his head in disbelief, but sees the figure of another Chu Feng.