Seeing Beethebu's actions, the guy in the lead also changed his face slightly. Although he was saying that the other party was inferior, he still pulled out the big sword on his back without hesitation.

"choke!"

Amid the clear sound of the knife, Bethibu walked forward on the wind.

"Bang!"

Amid the sound of gold and iron attacks, the slender demon sword hit the big sword with flames heavily, causing dazzling sparks and rolling up hurricanes, causing some evil demon soldiers below to almost fail to stand firm and fall down by the hurricane.

If it's normal.

With Bezebub's physical fitness alone, he could not fight against these people holding big swords, but don't forget that he himself is still a magician. He naturally protected himself early during the battle, and the Holy See's swordsmanship itself is extremely explosive.

These factors combined have the ability to confront these guys who can tell at first glance are power warriors.

This sword did not allow him to defeat the opponent directly.

"This big sword..."

His eyes changed when he looked at the big sword in the other party's hand.

As he felt before, this great sword indeed had the ability to catch him off guard.

It was the sword just now, and according to his strength, he was fully confident that he would knock the opponent away directly.

But the moment the sword slashed out and touched the great sword, he obviously felt that the other party was absorbing the power in his body.

And this little power absorbed not only reduces the threat of your attack, but also adds a little to the opponent's ability to resist your attack.

Should say...

Are the abilities of these evil demons really too unpredictable?

Previously, parasitics could greatly improve one's own strength, then adaptive force field, and then it was time to absorb the opponent's attack power to strengthen one's own ability.

If you guessed correctly.

I'm afraid Alice and Asmod were trapped because of this.

It would be better to be a little careful when dealing with these guys in the future.

Beizeb thought so, and then silently mobilized the power of Michael in his body. At the same time, the green pupils also turned into red gold. The corners of his eyes were burned with the same rays as his pupils, but with a bit of iridescent flame.

In terms of conventional combat, this should be his strongest combat form at present.

The scorching stain cut through the air, leaving a blood-red trajectory in the air.

A strange blood-colored flame ignited on the blade, and the black wings behind Bethibu squirted, and his body flashed out in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, the sound of gold and iron interception sounded several times, and the white flashes accompanied by bloody trajectories and sparks burst and burst.

With the power of the magic eye, the slender straight sword is like a spirit snake. Every time it slashes at an extremely tricky angle, and the slashes are accompanied by terrible power that is not inferior to the great sword, or even stronger than the great sword.

The strong winds produced by the impact burst out like a halo. The terrible power caused many soldiers of the demon clan around them to suffer terrible blows in an instant. They flew backwards like kites with broken strings in the aftermath of the battle.

Such a slash like a storm, even if that guy looks extremely strong, it is hard to continue to support it.

Over time, his arm was approaching his limit.

Beizeb also noticed that his offensive was gradually declining, and the brilliant magic in his body was instilled into Crazy Spot, making the blood flame covering the surface of Crazy Spot even more.

Behind him, a figure like a ghost suddenly flashed.

With wide eyes, the warrior of the demon clan seemed to notice that the danger was approaching. He immediately widened his eyes as if he had suffered some terrible stimulation. At this moment, he had lost the idea of ​​continuing to fight.

If it weren't for Bezebu's attack being too fierce that he would not dare to relax at all, the first thing he would do now would definitely be to run away.

The pressure brought by Fei Ran to people is different from the sense of oppression brought by absolute power, but a kind of fear that makes people feel blood-colored murderous aura that makes people feel deep in their souls, which comes from fear that is deep in their hearts.

The next moment.

Blood flashed.

A headless corpse fell from the sky, and with the body falling down was a head with wide eyes and a big sword that had been broken in half.

"This guy..."

"General, he actually..."

Seeing the defeat of the leader on his side, the guys from the evil demon clan showed surprise and incredible expressions, but even so, there seemed to be no way to make them feel scared.

At this time, they were able to organize arrays in an orderly manner, and their momentum was even stronger than when their generals survived.

"Oh no, it seems that you've accidentally irritated these guys."

Beizeb showed a distressed expression, but the smile in his eyes did not decrease at all.

“Arrogant lower race.”

Among the evil demon clan, there was a guy with relatively good strength looking at Bethibu with a angrily smile and spoke.

"Doesn't you pretend to be indifferent? Is it because you want to use this to cover up your fear?"

These guys were completely angered by Bethibu's smiley expression in distress.

It is true that Beizeb is powerful and even his generals can kill him, but after the battle just now, the members of these evil demon clans can also be considered to have "understand".

Beizeb's offensive has a boundary after all, and this boundary is like the critical point of his strength and is difficult to cross.

And that critical point is not a situation that they cannot deal with at all. When the quantity reaches a certain level, it is enough to cause qualitative change with quantitative change. They happen to be able to rely on their huge number advantages to attack more. They don’t believe that Besieb can really highlight their layers of surrounds.

only......

"Just want to keep me like this?"

Besieb gently stroked the knife with his left finger.

A blood flame suddenly rose up and covered the surface of the blade.

"Come and try it. I hope someone can really keep me. If I can defeat me, I should be happier, right?"

Beizeb looked at the members of the evil demon clan arranged in formations below the field with a smile.

Such a provocation of these arrogant and arrogant demons naturally could not accept it, and under the shouts of those more powerful demons.
Chapter completed!