Yuan Hao rushed to the place where Lao Liu was, and saw that one of the three monsters had broken free from Lao Liu's willow tree.
The black and red blood arrows spat out from the monster's mouth were extremely ferocious. Because the tree body was fixed, Old Liu could not dodge in time. After being hit by the blood arrows, black smoke actually appeared from the wound.
"Chief, go quickly! Don't come here!" When Lao Liu saw Yuan Hao, he anxiously conveyed his anxious voice through the willow trees beside the road.
At this time, the human race had fled in all directions and hid in their own houses. Only a few bold tribesmen still stood in front of their houses, looking curiously at the battlefield.
Yuan Honglie took command at the scene and led some tribesmen who held willow branches as weapons to attack the two monsters that had not yet broken free from their restraints.
Yuan Hao held the Xuantian Creation Willow tightly in his hand and shouted softly. The broken branches destroyed by the monster miraculously sprouted and took root again on the ground.
With a flash of green light, the new willow tree grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. The huge willow tree roots were like tentacles capturing prey, instantly wrapping around the two struggling harpies, firmly fixing them in place. On the ground, unable to move an inch.
The sky was gradually shrouded by dark clouds emanating from the Demon King, and the surrounding air became heavy.
The demon king was flying in the air, its eyes burning with blazing hatred and fanaticism, as if it could ignite everything around it.
"Human race, there is no way of heaven today, Qinglong protects you, just wait to be eaten!" It roared, with contempt for the human race and bloodthirsty desire in its voice.
Yuan Honglie stood beside Yuan Hao. Although the situation was dangerous, he could still say quickly: "Clan leader, I asked you to kill it that day. You said it would be useful to keep it..." Although his voice was low, But it was enough for the surrounding tribesmen to hear.
Yuan Hao's eyes were as bright as fire, and there was no trace of fear on his face.
The Xuantian Creation Willow in his hand was like a flexible long whip. As he waved it, a blazing flame cut through the sky and went straight towards the Demon King.
Facing the flying firelight, the demon king raised a disdainful smile on his lips. "I am a descendant of the Golden Crow, and a mere ordinary fire wants to hurt me?" It taunted loudly, the aura on its body suddenly changed, and its whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of golden flames as dazzling as the sun, using its extraordinary blood to resist Yuan Hao's attack .
Yuan Hao was secretly worried. This demon king was really powerful. He had only a short time to practice and he didn't have many attack methods.
Although Xuantian Good Fortune Willow is an innate spiritual treasure, with his current cultivation level, he can only use it as a long whip. The advantage is that the black smoke of the Demon King will not have even the slightest impact on Xuantian Good Fortune Willow.
The Xuantian Creation Willow in Yuan Hao's hand turned into a long whip with extraordinary agility. It danced with Yuan Hao's heart, light and full of power.
With every swing, the long whip seemed to be able to capture the trajectory of the wind, cutting the air and making a sharp sound of breaking wind.
The demon king showed its amazing magic ability in the sky. The black and red spells it spit out from its mouth were like burning meteors, piercing the sky. While fighting Yuan Hao, it could also attack Lao Liu distractedly.
Lao Liu couldn't move as flexibly as Yuan Hao, so he became a target for the demon king. However, under the constant bombardment, he left scorched black marks and the tree body was scarred.
But when these spells fell on Xuantian's whip made by Liu Hua, they were like stones sinking into the sea, without causing any waves.
The battle between the two sides was extremely fierce, and every attack of the Demon King was so fierce that it seemed to tear the world apart.
Yuan Hao used his long whip as a shield to neutralize the demon king's spells, and as a spear to fight back against the demon king.
Whenever the long whip collided with the Demon King's spell, a deafening roar erupted, and the firelight and spiritual light intertwined, making the surrounding air a bit hot.
Yuan Hao's Xuanhuang Transformation Sutra is also the first level of perfection. At this moment, his body is agile and agile, as if he is integrated with the long whip.
Every attack he makes carries the power of the innate spiritual treasure. It is not only extremely fast, but also powerful.
The long whip draws a beautiful arc in the air, sometimes like a python coming out of its hole and hitting the demon king hard; sometimes like a river overflowing, the surging power is hard to watch directly.
Although the Demon King is fierce, it also feels unprecedented pressure when facing the Xuantian Creation Willow in Yuan Hao's hand.
It had to admit that the human race with the whip in front of it did possess amazing power.
In such a duel, although the Demon King possesses powerful spells, it can never completely overwhelm Yuan Hao.
And the more he fought, the more frightened he became. How could the human race cast spells without blood inheritance? This willow branch did not look like a mortal thing at first glance.
Outside the newly built city wall of the human race, dust was flying, and two figures were constantly attacking each other.
"This guy in the sky, are you willing to sit down and talk!" Yuan Hao's voice seemed calm in the strong wind, like a pool of spring water.
The monster feathers exploded on the face of the strong demon clan, like an insulted beast, and he roared and rushed towards Yuan Hao: "Is this small human race worthy of negotiating with my demon clan? Look at my revenge today!" His claws were as sharp as a sword. The sharp blade flew down into the air, trying to tear Yuan Hao into pieces.
Yuan Hao's body was light and he avoided it cleverly. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Do you know why I didn't kill you?" His voice was particularly clear in the fierce battle, like the sound of a bell in the middle of the night. , echoing in the other party's ears.
"How dare the cowardly human race touch my demon race!" The strong demon race sneered disdainfully, his eyes as hot as fire, full of contempt for the human race.
Yuan Hao shook his head, with a hint of pity flashing in his eyes: "Have you forgotten the pressure of heaven and earth, and the claws of the four-elephant green dragon? I will give you a great opportunity by sparing you a life!"
The strong demon clan member was stunned for a moment, but quickly regained his ferocious look: "Hmph, don't say more. The human race has cunningly stolen my true sun fire and killed my demon clan. It's useless what you say today!" After that! , he pounced again like a ferocious beast, the wind from his claws was so sharp that it seemed to tear the air apart.
Yuan Hao remained calm and waved his hands lightly, as if running runes in the air: "Did you know that I can also summon the green dragon, and I can also ask God to send thunder punishment!" As his words fell, Yuan Liu Someone yelled from the side: "Clan leader, our clan-protecting god general Shi Yuan and the clan-protecting beast Wangcai are coming soon!"
The momentum of the strong demon clan stagnated, obviously disturbed by this sudden change: "You want to lie to me, it's impossible!" He roared, but there was a trace of hesitation and fear in his eyes.
He was not afraid of foreign aid arriving, and would have fled back to the Demon Clan at worst, but he was not willing to lose the True Fire of the Sun like that, nor was he willing to see that so many treasures from the Human Clan could not be snatched up.
Yuan Hao's voice penetrated into the Demon King's eardrums like spring breeze and drizzle, but his hands were filled with thunder. One move after another, the offensive was sharp and continuous. Every movement and every word was struck accurately. In the sore spot of the Demon King.
"Then why do you think the demon of your clan has taken refuge in my human race? Do you think its strength has grown by leaps and bounds?" Every word Yuan Hao spoke was like a sharp blade, cutting through the demon king's psychological defense.
"Do you think he has awakened more bloodline magic? Can you help him do it? I can!" A flash of light flashed in his eyes, just like the invisible blade in his hand, pointing directly at the opponent's weakness.
The demon king felt an inexplicable anxiety and fear in his heart. He was the king of the demon clan, but he was so provoked by a human clan.
Moreover, everything this human race said seemed to be true and there was no way to refute it.
