The Snake King looked left and right, pointed to the two mountains in the distance, and drew a circle, "The battlefield is limited to the open space between the two mountains. If anyone flew out of the range, he would be considered defeated."

Neither Qin Sang nor the Demon King of the Machine had any objection.

Set rules.

The Snake King flew to a mountain outside the battlefield to watch the battle, and Qin Sang and the Demon King of the Demon Flying into the battlefield.

There is an open area between the two mountains, like a ring.

They stood at both ends of the battlefield and looked at each other from afar.

The most top existence in the world of immortal cultivation was released, and the terrifying pressure made the birds and beasts in the surrounding mountains flee in a hurry.

The ebony sword has not yet been formed.

Qin Sang can only choose other spiritual swords instead.

At this time, he had already used the Heavenly Demon Transformation, and he secretly made a move with his other hand, ready to sacrifice the demon banner at all times.

The other party is prepared, so of course he has to do his best.

The eyes of the demon king of the harness are like snakes, and they also have vertical pupils. The eyes are cold and there is no need for unnecessary expressions. When others are stared at by him, a chill will arise in his heart.

'call out!'

Qin Sang's thoughts moved slightly, and his sleeves swung, and a sword light flew out from his fingertips.

The spirit sword circled and flew around Qin Sang, and bursts of harsh sword roars were heard. There was a bright spot around Qin Sang, and countless real and illusory sword lights intertwined.

For a moment, Qin Sang's figure was covered by the sword light, making it difficult for the naked eye to distinguish.

For the first time, he was really facing an opponent at the Nascent Soul level. He was very cautious and did not choose to take the initiative. Instead, he planned to deal with the moves and first consider the opponent's ability.

The Demon King of the Trailing Machine had known that Qin Sang was proficient in swordsmanship, and he was not surprised to see this scene.

He looked at Qin Sang coldly, and suddenly a layer of black air filled his face, and then he opened his mouth and spit out a ball of black mist.

The black fog is extremely rich and spreads rapidly as soon as it appears.

The black fog was not deliberately heading towards Qin Sang. It first spread everywhere quickly, and then converged together, quickly covering the entire battlefield.

For a moment, the battlefield was pitch black and I couldn't see my five fingers.

Where Qin Sang stands, the black fog gathers and also surrounds him.

At the same time, Qin Sang smelled a trace of sweet fragrance, his face changed slightly, and he felt alert in his heart. He closed his mouth and tongue without hesitation, vibrated his true energy, and isolated the contact between the black fog.

He tried to drive away the black fog, but then he continued to replenish it.

The Demon King of the Trap is a snake demon. This black fog is probably the magical power he has practiced for many years. It contains highly toxicity and its virility cannot be underestimated.

It would be great that the fat silkworm was still awake. No matter how strong the black fog was, it would not be much stronger than the three poisonous lands of the Qisha Palace. Wearing poison-proof armor, there is no need to worry at all.

After breaking through the Nascent Soul, Qin Sang tried many times to communicate with Ya Gu and Fei Silkworm.

Have never received a response.

The mute girl is even heavier than before.

At the beginning, there was a fat silkworm as an anchor, and Qin Sang could feel the fluctuations of Ya Gu's soul. Now the anchor is sleeping, and Ya Gu's body is dead silent.

Fortunately, there is a Soul-raising Tree, otherwise I really don’t know if the mute girl can hold on.

Qin Sang was worried about the Ya Gu, but he couldn't do anything for the time being. Maybe it would take long to refine the Soul Pearl, and for the time being, he could only start from Tan Hao's clues to investigate the Tianzi Sect.

‘Sir…’

The black mist really began to corrode the spiritual armor on his body.

Qin Sang nodded secretly. This loss is acceptable and will not be too much burden in a short period of time.

Although the black fog blocked his vision, it could not isolate the magical power of the Tianmu.

Qin Sang looked around and found that the entire battlefield was covered by black fog. He secretly relied on his heart that the Demon King of the Detective Armour was obviously prepared, and the scope of the battlefield was also within their calculations.

It should be not just to consume this little of my true energy, but the black fog may have other unknown uses.

This thought flashed through his mind, and Qin Sang's expression condensed, and he found that the demon king of the stalker had moved.

A figure leaned towards him silently.

In the black fog, the Demon King of the Detective was so well concealed that he did not emit any fluctuations.

Unfortunately, under the magical power of Tianmu, it is destined to be useless.

‘Zheng!’

The sound of sword chanting was loud, and the sword light suddenly slashed into the depths of the black fog.

The black fog shook, and a black shadow appeared and disappeared.

At this time, the Demon King of the Trailer was still a distance away from Qin Sang. Seeing that his actions were exposed, a ferocious look flashed on his face, and he let out a low roar. Then his speed surged, and the big roc rushed straight towards him like a spreading his wings.

Qin Sang was also a little surprised by the speed that the Demon King showed now.

‘Swish!’

Qin Sang's figure flashed and disappeared from the spot.

When the lightning passes through the black fog, Qin Sang's first reaction is to use thunder escape and temporarily avoid the edge.

Immediately afterwards, his guess was confirmed and he felt something strange. He flew in the black fog, as if he was restricted, and felt a sense of stagnation for no reason.

In contrast, the demon king of the sport is several times more agile than before.

As soon as Qin Sang set off, he immediately judged Qin Sang's movements and followed closely.

At the same time, the black fog around Qin Sang suddenly came alive, twisted into something unspeakable, entangled Qin Sang. Although it was quickly shattered, it also had a certain restrictive effect.

The black fog rolled, and the two of them started to compete here.

The escape technique of the Demon King of the Tracking Machine is actually not as good as Qin Sang, but he is in black fog, like a fish in water, and is extremely flexible.

The scope of the battlefield is so large that Qin Sang cannot use thunder escape to the extreme, and is even more restricted by black fog. One rises and the other falls, and he cannot get rid of the Demon King of the Demon.

Qin Sang knew that it would be detrimental to him if he dragged on like this, but instead he was happy to see the demon king.

Thinking of this, Qin Sang suddenly stopped suddenly and turned around to look at the demon king who was chasing him behind him. A cold light flashed in his eyes. Instead of urging the spiritual sword to defend against the enemy, he turned around and rushed towards his opponent.

Qin Sang flashed and greeted him with heavy punches!

The fist shadow quickly grew larger in the sight of the Demon King of the Trailing Machine, and was as powerful as thunder, and it took the Demon King of the Trailing Machine.

The expression of the demon king of the machine changed slightly, then a sneer appeared on his face, and his right hand stretched forward, and the surrounding black fog continued to gather towards his arms.

In the blink of an eye, his arm seemed to turn into a black snake, twisting strangely for a few strange moves, and then he grabbed Qin Sang's fist.

'boom!'

It was not very popular, but this collision was not at all fancy.

The two figures were about to part with one touch and flew back several feet.

Qin Sang clenched his fists and felt a feminine force appearing in his body. A sensation of numbness spread from his fingers to his shoulders, secretly urging his true energy to resolve it.

He didn't get any advantage, and even suffered a small loss.

The demon king's body is indeed very strong.

The Demon King of the Trailing Machine is even more proficient in physical combat skills.

In comparison, Qin Sang has been practicing since his practice, Guan Hui used swordsmanship and magic weapons to fight against the enemy, and he has rarely fought with his body alone. This shows the gap.

The Demon King of the Trailing Machine shook his arm and looked at Qin Sang with a hint of sneer on his lips. He had already noticed that Qin Sang's combat skills were ordinary.

‘Condensation!’

The demon king of the machine whispered, and the demon fog gathered again, condensed into black armor on his body, and then his arms crossed, and he flashed to approach Qin Sang.
Chapter completed!