"We don't need to discuss useless arguments anymore, let's decide it through battle!"
Qinglong held the Demonic Arrow in his hand, and a powerful and heart-stopping aura burst out from him, making the surrounding atmosphere tense and heavy.
The middle-aged man stirred up the demonic energy around him, which was a deep and elusive force.
These demonic energies seemed to be cleverly intertwined with darkness and chaos, pouring into the flaming black knife in his hand like being given life.
The blade flashed with scorching black flames. It was a hot and deadly beauty that stimulated each other with the demonic energy, creating an indescribable shock.
The flaming black sword seemed to be cast from the origin of demonic energy and darkness. It was fiery, wild and unpredictable.
The black flame burned blazingly on the black knife, like a meteor in the dark night, releasing destructive power in silence.
The flame heat wave spreads layer by layer, like an invisible giant hand, covering the surrounding air and everything under its control.
The floor of the arena was burned by the flames, and the hard stone became brittle, like a piece of fragile glass that would break at any time under the high temperature.
"Smoke cuts off fire!"
The middle-aged man shouted in shock. He held the flaming black knife tightly and instantly raised its power to its peak.
The fire on the blade was ignited like a blazing flame, burning the surrounding air.
The aura of fanaticism quickly filled the air, as if it was about to swallow up the entire world.
The figure of the middle-aged man suddenly swayed, as illusory as a black hole, revealing his true form in the flames.
His whole body seemed to be soaked in blazing flames, and his hot breath overflowed, exuding strong pressure.
The flaming black knife in his hand burned fiercely in an instant, turning into a violent torrent of flames and sending out billowing heat waves.
This torrent of flames was as dazzling as the black sun, rolling in the air, emitting blazing light that destroyed everything.
It rushed towards the green dragon in front with unstoppable momentum, and its violent power seemed to swallow up the entire world.
Qinglong witnessed the violent torrent of flames coming, subtle doubts flickering in his eyes, which was a kind of helplessness and trouble in the face of irresistible force.
This moment of doubt is like a musician's brief pause on the keyboard, causing a brief dissonance to appear in the harmonious melody.
However, at this moment, the torrent of flames rushed within a short distance of Qinglong, and the attack like a gust of wind and rain seemed to devour all living creatures.
The spiritual energy throughout his body surged like waves, as if an awakened dragon was raging in his blood. The power of Qinglong gathered at the tip of the Demonic Arrow, and he devoted all his strength to injecting the power of spiritual energy and his own determination into this Demonic Arrow.
The arrow seemed to have gained life, shining with the majesty and determination of Qinglong, and rushed towards the violent torrent of flames.
The Demonic Arrow carries a shocking shock wave, its sound is like the sigh of death, and rushes directly towards the violently rolling torrent of flames, like furious lava.
Its momentum is like a violent storm, with infinite power, as if it wants to swallow up everything in the world.
The demon clan members present were all stunned when faced with this unparalleled power, and their hearts were filled with indescribable fear.
No demon would naively think that the Leopard Demon could win this contest.
The energy of the flame seemed to come from the giant beast of the abyss, and it seemed to have the power to burn everything in the world.
Against the backdrop of the black flames, the flaming black knife became even hotter, its sharp color clearly revealed.
The high heat can melt even the solid ground in an instant, just like ants on a hot pot.
Without the protection of the protective spiritual energy, ordinary spiritual weapons would become as fragile as pieces of paper and would be burned by the violent black flames in an instant.
For most demons, the possibility of Qinglong taking this move is slim.
In the flash of lightning, before people could react too much, Qinglong's magic arrow had already shot out of the air and directly pierced the middle-aged man's left arm.
It was a creepy penetrating sound. The coldness of the magic arrow and the heat of the skin intertwined to form a thrilling picture.
The middle-aged man couldn't help but gasp, his eyes widened as if bitten by a cold snake, and a hint of ferocity began to appear at the corners of his mouth.
Facing Qinglong, he was filled with fear and uneasiness.
It was a deep sense of powerlessness that made the middle-aged man feel more fragile than ever about his own life.
Qinglong responded with a cold look in the middle-aged man's eyes. There was no warmth in his eyes, only coldness and determination.
However, the middle-aged man did not feel doomed because of this. His eyes were shining with unyielding fire, which was his stubbornness for survival and passion for fighting.
At this time, the middle-aged man did not hesitate to activate the demonic energy in his body. That was his survival instinct, the only choice in a life-or-death situation.
A stream of blazing flames spurted out from his body, pouring into the Demonic Arrow like a torrent of flames, and rushed towards Qinglong along the arrow shaft.
The black flames, carrying the anger and despair of a middle-aged man, crazily attacked Qinglong's meridians.
Qinglong did not show weakness. A majestic blue mist burst out from his whole body. The mist seemed to have endless power, surging like a huge wave in the wind, suppressing the flames that rushed into his body from his body. and excrete it along the body surface.
Seeing this scene, the demons were stunned with shock, as if an invisible hand tightly covered their mouths, leaving them speechless.
Qinglong held the Juemo Arrow tightly and pierced it into the middle-aged man's left arm muscle.
Although the middle-aged man tried his best to mobilize the demonic energy to resist, Qinglong was as stable and unwavering as a majestic mountain.
Flames rolled in front of Qinglong, and the ground beneath his feet melted into a piece of sticky magma under the high temperature.
The surrounding air seemed to be trembling, but around Qinglong's body, a cyan light shield gradually formed, isolating all the flames, like an extremely hard shield.
The flames rolled wantonly on the surface of the cyan mask, seemingly carving countless painful faces on the mask. However, the cyan mask remained as stable as a mountain, showing no signs of melting.
This majestic momentum makes people feel fearful and awe-inspiring.
"This is beyond imagination! How could this be possible?"
The astonishment of the Dragon Elephant Demon could no longer be expressed in words. He stared at the ring with lingering fear.
The black flame is the powerful magic fire that can burn iron and stone and melt soil.
Only demon cultivators who have reached the Demonic Essence Realm have the strength to resist this kind of flame.
However, now, under the urging of the black knife, the flame has become more violent, requiring higher cultivation to compete.
You need to at least reach the level of demon phase to be able to compete with it.
Although the casual cultivators in the arena showed great strength, they only emerged at the peak of the Demonic Marrow Realm.
This kind of cultivation is praised as a genius in the Demon Realm. However, compared with the true pride of heaven in the Demon City, there is still a significant gap.
How could they have enough strength to resist this demonic fire? This seemingly impossible situation is now vividly presented before our eyes, which makes the Dragon Elephant Demon deeply shocked and unable to accept it.
