Chapter 1109: The long-lost firepower is on full swing

Chapter 1109: The long-lost firepower is on full swing

The golden and black rays of light collided violently, and the roaring sound became one.

In just four or five seconds, the number of times Panda and Simonli collided violently with their swords was too many to count.

You must know that under normal circumstances, their weapons will not meet, and even if they collide, it is generally unloading, and it is almost impossible to collide violently.

Double swords are not suitable for hard hitting, and spears are not suitable for hard knocking at short distances. The main tactics of both sides are constantly dodging and parrying, looking for opportunities to launch deadly attacks.

Weapons collide violently, collide and collide again, which is generally only seen in anime works.

But even so, the weapons of the two sides will inevitably meet head-to-head, perhaps once in ten confrontations, perhaps less.

Then, the roar seemed to become a continuous sound.

Jafar watched the scene of the battle in shock. Although Panda had said "Go kill a demon king" or something lightly before, he thought the dragon slayer was just joking and didn't take it seriously.

Now, it seems... not a joke.

As the strongest among the spectators, his strength is barely close to the level of "Demon King". If he wants to play against Simonli, he asks himself, it is certain that he can't win, but he can last for a while.

Judging the strength of the dragon slayer, he estimated that the opponent was stronger than himself, but not too strong. Perhaps the other side is also stronger than Simonli, but the difference is at most a line.

And now, he was sure that he had thought wrong just now.

Where the two sides were fighting, the golden light had gradually gained the upper hand.

From the beginning, they were evenly matched, and even the black rays of light were even more violent. In just four or five seconds, the golden rays of light had recovered the situation, and even... reopened the gap.

Although it may only be as small as 50% to 49%, but in the eyes of experts of their level, this little gap is an insurmountable natural moat.

The world record for the 100-meter sprint is 9.58 seconds, and a 2% reduction is 9.39 seconds. Anyone who understands sports will not think that the improvement of 0.19 seconds is very simple and insignificant.

On the basis of the peak level, improving by 0.2 seconds is something that most 100-meter athletes can't do after training hard for a lifetime.

Now, Simonli has that feeling.

He felt that as long as he made his move a little faster, or used his tricks a little more accurately and rationally, he could overwhelm the opponent or even kill the enemy.

But he still couldn't improve himself, not even a little bit.

Leveling up in battle is easier said than done... If it were easier to do, bards wouldn't be telling stories like this.

On the opposite side of him, Panda's heart was not at all relaxed.

Although he has a small advantage, his disadvantage is equally obvious.

Compared to the Demon King, his body's tolerance for pain is much lower. The Demon King can take a lot of blows, as long as he protects his vital points, but he has to protect his whole body—in front of that huge spear, anywhere on his body can be considered a vital point.

So he must always be careful, even more careful than the other party.

This made his energy drain quickly, like walking a tightrope in the sky. But there was no worry in his heart, instead his mood became more and more high.

(Amazing! Awesome!)

Unconsciously, the corners of his mouth twitched into a smile.

(This is the fight I've been waiting for!)

Pandas haven't fought with all their might, it's been quite a few years.

Over the years, although he has often stepped into the battlefields of heaven and hell, he has never encountered the appearance of the devil again.

Before the Demon Kings appeared, the strongest enemy he faced was nothing more than the level of the Burning Cinder Demon who had broken through before—in most cases, the enemies he had to face were not even at this level.

Of course, an enemy at this level can't put any pressure on him. In Long Biao's words, "it's just like a real-life version of Mower."

Would a stress-free fight be enjoyable?

Panda doesn't know about other people's situation, but he himself is not happy at all.

The war between heaven and **** is continuous and never ending. In such a war, if you can't find something that makes you happy, no one can persevere.

He was like this before, because he couldn't find any fun here, so he would only participate in the war for a month or two each time, and then return to the Western World to rest and relax, to exercise, to teach his disciples, to do tasks... or to go Do something boring.

For example, he once wore a tattered robe and wandered the kingdom of Thrace, carrying only a drawing board and some paper with him. Every time he went to a city, he would paint for people on the street and earn money to make a living.

No one knew that the wandering painter was actually a peerless powerhouse.

He also participated in the choir organized by the Church of God of Luck, and toured all over the South China Sea. With his energetic voice, he won applause from many audiences.

He also once worked as a tax officer in the Kingdom of Ellants, running from village to village, fighting wits with the village chiefs who may be illiterate but very cunning, and tried to collect the tax according to the standard.

...

These are his means of relaxing himself.

Through these one-by-one methods, he effectively relieved the pressure, allowing himself to stretch his mind, accumulate enough motivation, and once again set foot on the seemingly endless battlefield.

But in fact, the way he is most looking forward to decompression is a tit-for-tat, evenly matched battle.

There are not many opponents who can compete with him evenly. Among the transmigrators, there are at least ten or eight who can fight with him, and even he often loses in internal competitions.

However, that kind of battle did not make his blood boil.

Although the discussions among the traversers are real, especially at the level of pandas, people will be killed in battle, and it is also common to lose both sides. But this kind of battle is fierce, but there is nothing more important.

Killing intent.

It is necessary for a fighter to hate his opponent and want to kill him - at least for pandas, it is necessary.

Without such feelings, he felt that the battle had no sense of reality and existence.

It's like a confrontation between passers-by, even if the opponent is killed or killed, everyone will not have the slightest resentment for it.

This is not the battle he is looking forward to, this is not a battle that can put pressure on him, this is not a battle that can relieve his pressure!

The two swords and the spear collided again, and the sharp point of the spear missed Panda's cheek by an inch, and it was only a short distance away from cutting his head in half.

This kind of pressure made Panda feel that the hairs on his back were going to stand up, but it also made him feel more excited and happy.

(What I'm looking forward to, is this kind of battle!)

(Fight with all your might, fight against the mighty evil, do your best to destroy it!)

The corner of the panda's mouth, the arc of a smile emerged again.

In the blink of an eye, another deadly attack came, and he was dodged by a tiny margin, again by just a little bit.

But it was this shortcoming that allowed the panda not only to escape the attack smoothly, but also to seize the gap and stabbed Simonli in the arm with a sword.

Although it was only a small wound, the golden light lingered on the wound for a long time.

On the Demon King's body, there are many golden rays of light dotted with stars, which look like many small embellishments.

But both sides of the battle, and the strong ones in the spectators, all know what these golden rays of light mean - it means that the devil cannot expel the divine power on this wound, which means that these powers are continuously causing damage to him.

One or two such wounds might not be much, but what about a dozen or two? One or two hundred places? What about more?

There are too many ants, and they can kill an elephant!

The Demon King roared angrily, and the black aura continued to spread from his body, trying to pollute the surrounding earth and turn it into a "land of demons" that would allow him to exert more than 100% of his power.

This is the ability of high-level demons to pollute and demonize the land, and then on such a land, they can become stronger.

But at this moment, his method didn't work, because golden rays of light were constantly flowing out of the panda.

The golden light not only made the land under the panda's feet as brilliant as gold, it was even glittering, and it was constantly purifying the black aura released by the Demon King.

Divine power and demon power are naturally incompatible. When the two meet, they must cancel each other out.

The result of the offset is that the panda cannot convert the surrounding into a sacred place, and the devil cannot convert the surrounding into a demonic land, and it is a draw.

Strictly speaking, it's not actually a draw.

Because, although very slowly, the golden land is expanding little by little.

This process is very inconspicuous. It may only spread an area the size of a fingernail in one second, but in any case, it is expanding, and correspondingly, the black land is shrinking.

Whether the panda or the devil can feel this. Although they couldn't tell the difference to observe the ebb and flow of gold and black on the ground, they could clearly feel that the divine power had a slight advantage, and this advantage was expanding little by little.

This made the Demon King even more angry. He never thought that he would be suppressed by a mere mortal!

If the opponent is an angel, for example, the one sitting in the giant tree cliff, then he will not be angry - angels and demons are equal and tit-for-tat existences, and the leaders of the angels and the leaders of the demons are also completely equal.

However, the opponent is just a mere mortal!

Just a mere mortal!

This made the Demon King very unhappy.

He was both amazed at the strength of the opponent and annoyed that he could not defeat the opponent.

Especially this opponent, he still knows.

Not long ago, they had played against each other. That time he had the advantage, and the opponent was very embarrassed. Although there was no winner in the end, they both knew that if they kept fighting, he would win sooner or later.

The ending of that battle made the Demon King, known as the "dark horse", very unhappy - facing a mere mortal who could not win, this kind of thing can be said to be a shame for the Demon King!

It was also because of that battle that his status among the demon kings dropped a lot. In the past few years, more than one demon king laughed at him because of this incident.

Therefore, when he saw the panda appear, he originally wanted to rush over to fight and kill the panda on the spot.

However, he was carrying an order, which came from the order of the Fourteenth Demon King, which he could not disobey.

So he could only pretend he didn't see it and forcibly suppressed the killing intent and fighting spirit in his heart.

The reason why Aaron could anger him with a single sentence was that the power of the sentence itself was naturally very powerful, but the Demon King himself had the idea of ​​wanting to fight the panda again, which was also an important reason.

So, he rushed over and wanted to kill this mortal who had left a stain on him.

But after the two sides fought, he was surprised to find that this mortal became stronger again - stronger than the last time, stronger than expected, and even stronger than the Demon King Simonli himself!

Why? Why has he become so much stronger in such a short period of time?

Simonli did not understand.

In his impression, getting stronger is a gradual process. At his level, "getting stronger" is often calculated in units of hundreds of years.

If a powerful Demon King can become stronger in a hundred years, then it can be regarded as a satisfactory progress.

However, it was only a short time... how long? Not sure, it's very short anyway - only for such a short time, why did this mortal become stronger? And become so much stronger?

This made Simonli's heart a little uneasy.

He knew the identity of the other party and was a so-called "other person", an existence that was as immortal as angels and demons.

But he never knew that aliens could grow so fast!

If the aliens can continue to grow so fast, a hundred years later, a thousand years later... With the help of these aliens, those disgusting luminous guys in heaven may really be able to defeat them, and even Fulfill the original oath and purify hell.

How about that!

Thinking of such a possibility, Simonli couldn't help getting more and more annoyed. His shot became heavier and faster, and the gust of wind brought by the spear became more and more violent, forming a black tornado around him.

(How powerful I am!)

Simonli was a little fascinated by the power at the moment, and couldn't help smiling contentedly.

Then, his smile froze.

Strength, speed and flexibility of tricks must be mastered in a good balance in order to truly exert the greatest effect.

With anger and impatience, Simonli upset his balance.

His strength increased, his speed increased, but his agility decreased.

Panda noticed his change at the first time, and then also seized the opportunity at the first time.

He didn't consider whether it might be a trap - as long as you are strong enough, traps can also be broken. Since ancient times, there have been many idiots who set traps and were beaten to death in the head.

Simonley was probably just such a fool.

Of course, all these thoughts came to his mind one after another while he was breathing heavily when he stabbed his double swords into the center of the Demon King's eyebrows.

It was only at this time that he was finally able to relax his mind, integrate those chaotic and unsystematic thoughts before, and think carefully about it.

Then, he laughed.

Standing on the huge corpse of the Demon King, he smiled happily.

Smiling, he turned his head and looked in the direction of Aaron and Jafar.

"Come and give me a hand," he said. "I'm a little tired, too lazy to walk."