Chapter 3172: Must Not Lose

Five Shura Taboos, Death Wings!

The Saint Demon Patriarch's eyes trembled, he could not believe his eyes.

The power used by An Wufeng was actually the Death Wings.

The legendary Five Shura Taboos, which had not appeared for millions of years, actually appeared twice on the same day. How could the Saint Demon Patriarch not be shocked?

He had never thought that the Shura warriors who entered the Saint Demon Secret Realm this time would have such a high talent.

At this time, the eyes of the crowd were also trembling, and their faces were full of disbelief.

When An Wufeng's Death Wings appeared, everyone felt a stronger blood agitation.

This agitation was more terrifying than when Guihuang Wujiang used the Hand of Destruction before.

It was obvious that the power used by An Wufeng at this moment was a blood power that was not weaker than the Hand of Destruction.

Everyone's eyes trembled, and they had no idea that the Shura clan had such a terrifying blood power.

"Hmm?" In the sky, Guihuang Wujiang felt the terrible breath coming from Deathwing, his eyes couldn't help but condense, and his face showed an undisguised panic.

"Your Highness, your Hand of Destruction can suppress the Shura Killing Seal, but it is absolutely impossible to suppress the Deathwing of this prince!" At the same time, An Wufeng's voice sounded, revealing a low and murderous breath, resounding in the void.

Deathwing and the Hand of Destruction are both Shura's Five Forbiddens. There is no absolute suppression between them, but mutual restraint.

Just like the blood power of both sides, there is almost no difference, and it should be a situation of equal strength.

But now, An Wufeng's Deathwing is obviously stronger than Guihuang Wujiang's Hand of Destruction.

More importantly, Guihuang Wujiang just used the Hand of Destruction and consumed too much power.

At this time, it is impossible for him to fight against An Wufeng!

"Such a good hand of destruction is wasted on you." An Wufeng smiled coldly, and then his wings fluttered. Suddenly, a terrible death hurricane appeared in the void, roaring and overwhelming, sweeping everything and blasting towards Guihuang Wujiang.

The crowd's eyes trembled, revealing a strong passion and madness.

The battle in front of them was beyond their imagination.

"Boom! Chi Chi Chi..." The next moment, the shadow of the destruction gun and the death hurricane collided with each other, the void trembled, the world was solemn, the space trembled, and endless waves exploded, surging in all directions, extremely violent.

In an instant, the figures of An Wufeng and Guihuang Wujiang were instantly submerged.

In the sky, only terrible power could be seen raging, and no human figures could be seen at all.

Everyone looked up at the sky, not daring to blink.

Nie Tian frowned, his face was not good.

In fact, at the moment of the collision, he could see that An Wufeng's momentum was obviously stronger than Guihuang Wujiang.

In his heart, there was a vague ominous premonition, and this premonition became stronger and stronger.

After a long time, the wild waves in the sky dissipated, the space gradually became clear, and two figures appeared, Guihuang Wujiang and An Wufeng.

But the two people at this time were in completely different conditions.

Guihuang Wujiang was covered in blood, and his whole body was trembling, like a broken leaf in the wind, about to be torn apart at any time.

On the other hand, An Wufeng was unscathed and looked playful.

It was obvious that in the head-on confrontation, Guihuang Wujiang was defeated, and lost miserably.

His strength was not as good as An Wufeng, and he had consumed too much power before, so it was not surprising that he was defeated.

An Wufeng was an eighth-level pseudo-saint, and with the blood power of Deathwing, ordinary ninth-level pseudo-saints were not his opponents.

"Your Highness, Demon, you are still alive after bearing the attack of Deathwing head-on. This really amazes this prince." An Wufeng smiled coldly and spoke with a playful look.

"As long as I am alive, I will definitely defeat you!" Guihuang Wujiang suddenly raised his head and spoke solemnly, his slightly bloody eyes filled with murderous intent.

At this moment, he had only one belief in his heart: he must not lose!

For the honor of the Rakshasa clan and for the future of the Rakshasa clan, he must not lose even if he risks his life!

"Really?" An Wufeng smiled coldly, his eyes were low and contemptuous, and he laughed loudly: "Why does this prince feel that you are going to admit defeat?"

He saw Guihuang Wujiang's determination, but he just mocked him, which was really scheming and vicious.

"Oh no!" Nie Tian's eyes condensed, and his face couldn't help but change.

Guihuang Wujiang had no intention of admitting defeat, but there was no point in fighting any further.

Guihuang Wujiang could not defeat An Wufeng, and continuing to fight would only make this battle more tragic and more tragic.

"I, Guihuang Wujiang, will never lose!" Guihuang Wujiang growled, his eyes suddenly trembled, and his trembling body suddenly shook, and a huge bloody aura suddenly rushed up to the sky, and the surrounding space was immediately filled with a bloody breath.

"Your Highness the Demon!" Seeing this scene, the people of the Rakshasa clan suddenly trembled and exclaimed.

They didn't expect that in order to continue fighting, Guihuang Wujiang would spontaneously burn his blood and even damage his martial arts foundation.

"Huh?" Nie Tian's eyes also trembled, and his expression was moved.

At this moment, Guihuang Wujiang was really fighting desperately!

For the Rakshasa clan, he tried his best!

Behind him, the shame of the Rakshasa clan for countless years was squeezed.

Behind him, the people of the Rakshasa clan!

Behind him is the dignity of the Rakshasa clan!

At this moment, how could he take a step back!

"This..." Guihuang Wujiang's actions made the Saint Demon Ancestor frown, his face froze, and he couldn't speak.

He didn't expect that Guihuang Wujiang could do this!

"Your Highness, your backbone is worthy of this prince's seriousness." At this time, An Wufeng's eyes sank, and there was no longer the previous playfulness on his face, replaced by a cold and murderous intention.

Guihuang Wujiang's desperate actions really shocked him.

"From me, Guihuang Wujiang, the Rakshasa clan will no longer be slaves!" Guihuang Wujiang roared, his eyes were bloodshot, like a wild beast, extremely ferocious.

The Rakshasa clan will no longer be slaves!

The Lingran voice resounded through the void, and the blood boiled!

"Kill!" The next moment, Guihuang Wujiang roared, and Nishen Luosha raised high. The hand of destruction released a series of destructive seals, and under the stimulation of blood, it burst out with terrible power.

"Boom!" Then, Nishen Luosha stabbed fiercely, and the void trembled. A blood-colored gun shadow violently came out, oppressing the void, and blasted towards An Wufeng.

An Wufeng's eyes condensed slightly, and his face changed.

At this moment, he felt threatened!