The hurricane disappeared, and the two figures in the middle separated, which were Zhao Lei and Chen Pan.

Chen Pan never thought that he would go through such a long battle, and his opponent was his brother.

From Zhuolu to now entering the main battlefield in the southwest, the two of them fought for three months without any stop. The battlefield had been moving and never stopped. After three months, they fought here from Zhuolu.

At this moment, Chen Pan had endless fighting spirit in his heart. Zhao Lei was his brother and an excellent opponent. In addition to this fighting spirit, he also had an indescribable mood.

If a person cannot beat his companion since childhood and is completely abused without any suspense, he will develop a mentality that he will never be his opponent. Even if this person is strong enough to sweep the world in the future, when facing that companion again, he will still be unable to help but develop such a mentality.

Chen Pan was the case, when he left the Tianlei Sect and walked with Yang Zhu and Meng Xuan in Dongji Xuanzhou, challenging him at the level of the level became his common occurrence. Later, he was chased by the Sixth Pole in Puyuan Mountain and escaped from Tian.

At that time, he inevitably had a sense of pride, but when he met Zhao Lei, this pride was immediately shattered. No matter what means he used, the other party could always easily resolve it. Once the other party was about to treat him, he would have no power to fight back.

From Longting Mountain to Yunmengze, Zhao Lei has become an insurmountable wall in Chen Pan's heart. Whenever Chen Pan improves his strength, he will always compare with Zhao Lei unconsciously. But every time he compares, he always feels that he is still no match for him.

Unable to beat him! Unconsciously, Chen Pan had created a lot of such psychological disorders in his heart, so that he did not want to face Zhao Lei. He wanted to avoid it by drinking, and it might not be without such timid escape intentions. It can even be said that if he had not yet fallen out of drinking, but had the courage to be drunk, he might still not have chosen to take action.

Now three months have passed. The facts tell me that those thoughts and the psychological barriers I created do not exist, and I already have the strength to fight with Zhao Lei.

While fighting spirit soars into the sky, there is also an unparalleled excitement.

The two of them entered the battlefield and stopped the battle in the center of the battlefield. Zhao Lei's figure appeared, and the entire demon army was slightly stunned. Then he let out a cheer like a thunder and tsunami.

"Prince Kunpeng! Prince Kunpeng!"

The battle situation is not good, and the demons join forces cannot make progress, and they are even more in danger, so their morale will naturally decline.

Although no one said it clearly, many people already felt that Prince Qilin was not capable enough. If Prince Kunpeng was replaced, it would definitely not be like this.

This war is no longer just a farce, it has involved the dignity of the race. If the two races join forces, they will not be able to take up an inch of each other's land. What qualifications will they have to compete with the human race in the future? (·~)

If this continues, the demon race will probably immediately become three points short when they see the human race.

All demon clans hope that someone would change the situation in front of them, but Kunpeng had not appeared yet, which naturally made the demon clan army feel depressed. When he saw him suddenly appear, he seemed to see hope.

"Boom!" There was a loud bang. In the battlefield, the area where blood and fire entangled suddenly disappeared, and the two figures separated instantly.

He was a little embarrassed, but he was not seriously injured, and he was not sure of the winner.

Yang Zhu and Blood Saint were gasping for breath. Although the battle between them was not as shocking as Meng Xuan and Qilin, it was definitely a physical work, and they were purely fighting for the strength of the true qi. After lasting for several months, they were already a little overwhelmed.

"Do you want a rest!" Yang Zhu grinned.

The Blood Saint Brother is a tall fat man. Although he turned into a human form, he was not as good as a human. He had blood clots all over his body, and he could see his limbs, but his facial features could not be distinguished. When he was talking, he could only see a blood hole in his head opening and closing.

"Okay! Take a break!" said the Blood Saint Brother panting. The two met the opponent, which was comparable. However, he was fatter and seemed to be more tired than Yang Zhu at this time.

"I'll explain first. It's not that I can't beat you, but there's something more exciting here. I'm always going to watch the fun!" Yang Zhu added. After all, he spoke first, and felt like he was at a disadvantage.

Xuepang naturally won’t argue at this moment, and he really can’t stand it anymore. The high-intensity true energy struggle that lasted for several months without stopping for a moment was definitely not something that ordinary people could do.

The two of them returned to their own camp to reply.

In the void not far away, Zhao Yi hugged his chest with his hands, his eyes shining brightly. Although he was learning art in the Langya Holy Land, he was a barbarian race after all. After all, the War Saint declared neutrality, so he naturally would not take action.

At this time, he is purely a bystander. The people in front of him may become his opponent in the future. Only by knowing himself and his enemy can he win every battle.

Among all the people, the one he was most interested in was Chen Pan. A human monk actually had barbarian war patterns. It was just that he couldn't ask in depth about many things, after all, both sides were not very familiar with each other. Seeing Chen Pan appear at this time naturally attracted all his attention.

"Interesting, it seems we're going to end soon!" Meng Xuan glanced at Zhao Lei and Chen Pan in the distance and said lightly. Although Qilin's attack was as terrifying as a storm, he had always been at ease.

Qilin Tai punched out and roared: "It's time to end soon, let's see how long you can hold on."

He naturally had already noticed the indescribable atmosphere of the demon army, but it could not be changed. At this moment, Zhao Lei appeared and instantly took away the general's heart, as if everyone had hoped, which made him full of anger.

There is no doubt that he has lost a lot on the road to kingdom.

Yu Ningshuang brought the Ivy Frost to force the Qilin to open, and the two of them retreated.

Meng Xuan looked at Qilinta with a calm face and said, "It's not just how long I can stop it, but whether you can stop me. My opponent has never been you. I have been fighting with you for so long, just want to infer his strength from you. It only takes one move to deal with you!"

Qilin laughed wildly at the sky, and golden scales all over her body roared: "It depends on whether you can block my attack."

As soon as he finished speaking, his true energy was aroused to the extreme, and a terrible aura was released from him.

"The Qilin came to the world, and the nirvana returned to the ruins!"

Before the move was released, there was a feeling of space being destroyed.

Meng Xuan calmly put Yu Ningshuang next to him, pressed her hand on the hilt of the sword, and a terrifying frozen breath appeared, sweeping thousands of miles in an instant.

"I really want to thank you. If it weren't for this war, I wouldn't have felt this artistic conception. How many creatures were crying between blood and fire? Have you ever heard it?"

"God-talking, let me defeat!" Qilin Tai roared angrily, and Ji Mie Guixu came directly to kill him.

"The creatures are in trouble and the sentient beings are crying, how can we stop fighting?" Meng Xuan closed his eyes in the face of Qilin too much.

"One sword is white!"
Chapter completed!