This change shocked everyone.
Duguchuan's expression became even more solemn.
It’s just a Luo Yi, but this Di Cheng is actually from Netherworld?
Has the human race been infiltrated to this extent now?
At this moment, two figures emerged from the battlefield.
These two people are the handsome young man Li Muzhi and the old man with long beard Yan Jiang.
The two of them had previously stopped a demon commander.
After fighting for their lives, Li Muzhi succeeded in killing a demon commander at the cost of being seriously injured and fell into a state of decline.
In order to protect Li Muzhi, Yan Jiang had to escape from the battlefield.
The Youming who fought with Yan Jiang was also worried that the two would join forces, so he also withdrew from the battlefield.
However, when Yan Jiang and Li Muzhi arrived here, they were shocked by the scene in front of them.
The two of them happened to see Di Cheng stabbing Su Jin in the back of the heart with a hand knife. The blow did not kill him, and then they hurriedly retreated.
The atmosphere in the venue suddenly became extremely depressing.
Duguchuan was confronting the Demon King, whose strength was equivalent to that of a peak Earth Immortal.
Duguchuan alone was no match for the Demon King.
It's just that this demon king doesn't seem to be in a hurry to take action. He just looks at everyone with interest.
Li Muzhi's face was pale. He looked at Di Cheng, whose palms were stained with blood, and his lips trembled a little: "Old Di, you... what are you doing?"
Di Cheng said nothing and looked at everyone expressionlessly.
Su Jin vomited out a large mouthful of blood. She turned her head and looked at Di Cheng with a look of resentment.
"You actually took refuge in Netherworld?!"
Di Cheng said nothing, and his dull eyes slowly turned to Su Jin.
He seemed a little regretful.
Unfortunately, there was no fatal blow.
Luo Yi slowly stopped. He glanced at Di Cheng, then turned his head and continued walking away.
Duguchuan said in a deep voice: "Luo Yi! Are you really going to be Netherworld's lackey?"
Luo Yi paused slightly. He stood there in silence for a moment. In the end, he didn't answer his words, but just walked away step by step.
Jian Guming and Chen Zhuo looked at each other. Even now, neither of them believed that Luo Yi would betray the human race and switch sides with Netherworld.
Because there is no reason for this.
This is a big competition, and it is impossible for Luo Yi to switch sides to Netherworld during the big competition.
Unless he is controlled now.
Of course, there is a second possibility.
Luo Yi had already switched sides to Netherworld before participating in the competition.
However, both Jian Guming and Chen Zhuo felt that this possibility was completely impossible.
Luo Yi has been drifting away, and he seems to have really left like this.
He sent everyone to death and escaped.
The demon king glanced at the battle situation below and said calmly: "Go and deal with these people, leaving no one alive."
The Demon Lord behind him lowered his head and said yes, then slowly retreated.
Dugu Chuan's face was extremely expressionless. He had missed the coach Luo Yi despite all the calculations!
What makes Duguchuan even more chilling is that Luo Yi was named by three tigers and asked him to be responsible for commanding the rescue.
Is it possible that even the three tigers on Xuyu Mountain...
Duguchuan didn't even dare to think about it anymore. The Demon Lord had already gone to the battlefield below, and Duguchuan couldn't escape now.
If this demon king doesn't move, he can't support anyone at all.
At this moment, all I could do was watch the Demon Lord massacre the human monks unscrupulously.
And the initiator of all this is Luo Yi!
Even the nails of Duguchuan's sword-holding hand were slightly white.
Endless anger ignited in Duguchuan's heart.
He stretched out his left hand, and the iron sword in his hand wiped the palm of his left hand.
Blood was flowing on the sword.
Duguchuan's aura suddenly changed. He was originally only a fifth-grade Earth Immortal, but at this moment, his strength was no less than that of an Eighth-grade Earth Immortal! !
The price is to burn life, soul, and blood.
Burn everything that is disposable and non-disposable.
For the sake of humanity, for the soldiers below.
Duguchuan, although he died, he had no regrets.
Luo Yi, who was about to walk out of here, suddenly stopped.
He seemed to feel Dugu Chuan's decisive attitude, Luo Yi clenched his fists tightly with both hands.
He wanted to turn back, but his reason told him that he absolutely couldn't go back.
Once you go back, all your previous efforts will be in vain.
There seemed to be a flame burning in Luo Yi's chest.
The demon king looked at Dugu Chuan with an indifferent expression: "Even if you burn your life essence and never enter reincarnation forever, you will not be my opponent."
"But I admire you very much. If you are willing to accept my power and join my Netherworld clan, I will spare your life. How about that?"
The black cloth on Duguchuan's body was not moving in the wind, and his black hair was also flowing back.
Duguchuan looked at the tall Demon King in front of him without any fear in his eyes.
"I am the lord of the Invincible City. I can die but cannot be defeated."
"I am a human sword cultivator. Even if I die and my sword is broken, I will not take a step back."
The aura on Dugu Chuan's body had become extremely violent, and he clenched the ordinary iron sword.
He rushed towards the demon king without hesitation.
Even if Duguchuan knew that he was no match, even if he knew that he was going to die.
He still has no hesitation and refuses to look back.
Li Muzhi's lips trembled. He clenched his fist tightly, but relaxed it after a while.
He took a deep breath: "Human monk Li Muzhi can die but cannot retreat."
As he spoke, a faint mist of blood came from Li Muzhi's body.
He is actually burning blood and life essence!
The old man with a long beard looked sad, and he whispered: "Human monk Yan Jiang, you can die, but you cannot retreat."
Just hearing a bang, a tyrannical wave erupted from the body of the old man Yan Jiang.
Lu Xun stood up with his sword in hand, as if talking to himself, or as if he was telling the world to listen to his last words.
"Human swordsman Lu Xun, even if his body is dead and his sword is broken, he still refuses to retreat."
Lu Xun's sword was trembling, and his heart was roaring.
His soul was angry.
Rage against the dying of light.
Su Jin, who was seriously injured, looked pale and had drooped eyebrows.
The dull man Di Cheng reached out and grabbed his collar, then pulled hard and tore his shirt directly, revealing his strong physique.
He bit his finger again and used blood to draw an unknown texture on his upper body.
Di Cheng took a deep breath and said quietly to himself:
"Yaya, dad can't watch you grow up, don't blame dad."
The next moment, Di Cheng's aura suddenly became extremely terrifying.
The man who originally had a dull expression and dull eyes now burst out with a ray of energy.
He put up a strange fist stance and shouted lowly.
"Eight Gate Dunjia, open."
