Chapter 3172 Never lose
The Five Asura Forbiddens, Wings of Death!
The Saint Demon Ancestor's eyes were trembling, he couldn't believe his eyes.
The power used by An Wufeng turned out to be the Wings of Death.
The legendary Five Asura Forbiddens, two of which had not appeared for millions of years, actually appeared on the same day. This made the Holy Demon Ancestor not horrified.
He never thought that the Shura warriors who entered the Holy Demon Secret Realm this time would be so talented.
At this moment, the crowd's eyes were trembling, and their faces were full of disbelief.
When An Wufeng's Deathwing appeared, everyone felt an even stronger blood flow.
The restlessness this time was even more terrifying than when Guihuang Wujiang used the Hand of Destruction.
It was obvious that the power An Wufeng was using at this moment was a bloodline power that was not weaker than the Hand of Destruction.
Everyone's eyes were trembling, they had no idea that the Shura clan had such terrifying bloodline power.
"Huh?" High in the sky, Guihuang Wujiang felt the terrifying aura coming from the Wings of Death. His eyes couldn't help but condense, and there was unconcealable panic on his face.
"Your Highness Mozi, your hand of destruction can suppress Shura's killing seal, but it is absolutely impossible to suppress this prince's wings of death!" At the same moment, An Wufeng's voice sounded, with a low and solemn aura, resounding throughout the room. Of emptiness.
The Wings of Death and the Hand of Destruction are both Shura's Five Forbidden Rules. They do not absolutely suppress each other, but restrain each other.
Just like the blood power of the two sides, there is almost no difference between them, and they should be in a comparable situation.
But now, An Wufeng's Wings of Death are obviously stronger than Guihuang Wujiang's Hand of Destruction.
More importantly, Guihuang Wujiang had just used the Hand of Destruction, which consumed too much power.
It is simply impossible for him to have a hard time with An Wufeng at this time!
"Such a good hand of destruction is really wasted on you." An Wufeng smiled coldly, and then his wings shook, and a terrifying death hurricane appeared in the void, roaring, and sweeping everything with overwhelming momentum. Blast towards the ghost wilderness.
The crowd's eyes trembled, showing intense heat and madness.
The battle before them was beyond their imagination.
"Boom! Chichichi..." The next moment, the shadow of the destroying gun and the hurricane of death collided together. The void trembled, the heaven and earth were solemn, the space trembled, and the endless wild waves exploded, surging in all directions, violent and endless. .
In an instant, the figures of An Wufeng and Guihuang Wujiang were submerged.
High in the sky, you can only see the terrifying power raging, but no human beings can be seen at all.
Everyone looked up at the sky, not daring to blink.
Nie Tian frowned, his face not pretty.
In fact, at the moment of the collision, he could see that An Wufeng's momentum was obviously stronger than that of Guihuang Wujiang.
There was a vague premonition in his heart, and this premonition was getting stronger and stronger.
After a long time, the wild waves in the sky dissipated, the space gradually became clear, and two figures appeared, it was Guihuang Wujiang and An Wufeng.
But at this time, the situation of the two people was completely different.
Guihuang Wujiang was covered in blood, and his entire body was trembling, as if a broken leaf in the strong wind was about to be torn apart at any time.
An Wufeng, on the other hand, was unscathed and had a playful look on his face.
Obviously, in a head-on fight, Guihuang Wujiang failed, and failed miserably.
His strength was originally not as good as An Wufeng's, and he had consumed too much power before, so the defeat before him was not surprising.
An Wufeng is an eighth-level pseudo-sage strongman, and coupled with the power of Deathwing's bloodline, the ordinary ninth-level pseudo-sage strongman is no match for him.
"Your Highness, Demon Son, you endured the attack of Deathwing head-on, and you are still alive. This really amazes me." An Wufeng smiled coldly and spoke with amusement on his face.
"As long as I live, I must defeat you!" Guihuang Wujiang suddenly raised his head and spoke in a deep voice, with murderous intent in his slightly red eyes.
At this time, he had only one belief in his heart: Never lose!
For the honor of the Rakshasa clan and the future of the Rakshasa clan, even if he risked his life, he would never lose!
"Really?" An Wufeng smiled coldly, his eyes were low and contemptuous, and he laughed loudly: "Why do I think you are going to give in?"
He saw Guihuang Wujiang's determination, but he chose to ridicule him, which was really vicious.
"Oops!" Nie Tian's eyes narrowed and his face couldn't help but change.
Guihuang Wujiang has no intention of admitting defeat, but there is no point in continuing to fight.
It is impossible for Guihuang Wujiang to defeat An Wufeng, and continuing to fight will only make this battle more tragic and tragic.
"I, Guihuang Wujiang, must not lose!" Guihuang Wujiang roared, his eyes suddenly trembled, and his trembling body suddenly shook. Suddenly, a huge amount of blood rose into the sky, and the surrounding space was immediately filled with dripping blood. breath.
"Your Highness Demon!" When the Rakshasa clan saw this scene, their eyes suddenly trembled and they exclaimed.
They did not expect that in order to continue fighting, Guihuang Wujiang would ignite his blood and even damage his own martial arts foundation.
"Huh?" Nie Tian's eyes also trembled, his expression moved.
At this moment, the ghosts in the wilderness are really fighting desperately!
He tried his best for the Rakshasa clan!
Behind him, the shame of the Rakshasa clan for countless years was squeezed.
Behind him are the people of the Rakshasa clan!
Behind him is the dignity of the Rakshasa clan!
At this time, how could he take even half a step back!
"This..." Guihuang Wujiang's actions made the Holy Demon Ancestor frown, his face froze, and he was speechless.
He didn't expect that Guihuang Wujiang could do this!
"His Royal Highness Mozi, your backbone deserves to be taken seriously by this prince." At this moment, An Wufeng's eyes darkened, and his face no longer had the playfulness it had before, replaced by a cold expression of solemnity.
Guihuang Wujiang's desperate actions really shocked him.
"From the moment I, Guihuang Wujiang, the Rakshasa clan will no longer be slaves!" Guihuang Wujiang roared, his eyes were red, like a wild beast, extremely ferocious.
The Rakshasa clan will never be slaves again!
Ling Ran's voice resounded through the void, making his blood boil!
"Kill!" The next moment, Guihuang Wujiang roared violently, raised the anti-god Rakshasa high, and released a series of seals of destruction with his hands of destruction. Under the stimulation of blood, terrifying power exploded.
"Boom!" Immediately, the Anti-God Rakshasa stabbed out fiercely, and the void trembled. A bloody gun shadow violently shot out, oppressing the void, and blasted towards An Wufeng.
An Wufeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression changed accordingly.
At this moment, he felt threatened!
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