Godly System Moralizes the World

Long Ming, who was observing in secret, couldn't help but twitch twice when he heard the words of Solanum, his expression shocked.

The speed of the Shura Blood Slave just now was so fast that even he could barely capture his traces when the Shura Blood Slave shot. Unexpectedly, the Dragon Kwai could easily lock the position of the Shura Blood Slave, and even took the opportunity to move it. The beheaded!

With this level of strength, looking at the Demon Realm, I am afraid that few people can beat it!

Compared to Long Ming, Jing Tian and the others froze for a moment and then came back to their senses, although they were also surprised that Dragon Kwai could kill Shura blood slaves so easily.

But it didn't feel strange to think that the master of Dragon Kwai was the senior Xiao Tian who had made good fortune.

In the eyes of Jingtian, Tang Xuejian and others, Xiao Tian's six realms are hard to come by, and it is not unacceptable that the disciples he taught are stronger than others!

"Brother, let's talk about the Shura Demon Race on the battlefield first," After slaying the Shura Blood Slaves, the Dragon Kwai turned to look at Jingtian and said loudly.

While talking, the dark purple scythe in the hands of Solanum slammed into a thick purple flame, which was cut out with a single knife, and the fiery fire wave swept towards the camp of the Shura Demon Clan below.

When Sedum saw this, they also launched attacks. For a time, the Asura Demon Clan’s camp behind the battlefield was enveloped by countless sword auras and snake shadows. From time to time, thick vines protruded from the ground, and several Asura Demon Tribe fighters killed.

Just as the Dragon Kwai and others launched an attack on the Asura Demon Clan camp, on the Wanren Lonely Peak, Xiao Tian and Zhonglou saw what was happening on the battlefield with different expressions.

"Chonglou, it seems that the Shura Blood Slave's defensive power is not very good, even Xiaokui can't catch a blow," Xiao Tian said lazily, leaning on a huge rock.

Dragon Kwai slayed Shura Blood Slave with ease, but he earned a lot of face.

In particular, Chonglou had previously asserted that the Dragon Kwai had to go through a bitter battle, and in words, it was not optimistic that the Dragon Kwai could beat the Shura Blood Slave.

Therefore, although Xiao Tian's expression on his face did not change, he was actually happy!

With his current strength, Zhonglou was not his opponent at all, so even if he defeated Zhonglou again, Xiao Tian would not have any sense of accomplishment.

In contrast, the better the Solanaceae is, the more fulfilling Xiao Tian will be.

"Humph!" Chonglou snorted coldly, without speaking.

He also did not expect that the Asura blood slave would be so unbearable in front of the Dragon Kwai, not to mention causing trouble to the Dragon Kwai, or supporting such a simple request for a moment!

Xiao Tian smiled when he saw it, and no longer irritated the building.

Although he was not afraid of Chonglou, Xiao Tian didn't want to fight Chonglou so early, because at this moment, even if he won Chonglou, there was no reward. It would be better to wait until the ten-year agreement to fight Chonglou again.

"The Shura tribe was so troubled by Xiaokui and the others, not to mention the vitality is severely injured, but in a short time, the tortoise can only retract to lick the wound. If the Yasha tribe can seize the opportunity, I am afraid it will be able to completely defeat the Shura tribe in a few days. Up."

Xiao Tian's gaze penetrated the evil clouds of the Demon Realm, and fell on the battlefield where the Shura and Yasha tribes fought, with a calm expression on his face.

"If the Asura clan is pressed into a hurry, I'm afraid they will risk letting the old demon in the royal city take a shot. Are you really relieved?"

Chonglou raised his eyebrows, and said lightly: "That old demon can escape from my hand over and over five times, which is considered some strength. Although Dragon Kwai is strong, it has not yet reached our level. Against that old demon, the odds of winning are slim. ."