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The magic weapon brought down from Wutai Mountain, after nearly a year of running-in roar, Zhao Wuqiu was already able to skillfully display the various abilities of the demon knife.

The three detached demon knives flew in front of Zhao Wuqiu's body, and when Zhao Wuqiu's figure turned into an afterimage, the first dog god attacked.

The arrogant dog head, the hideous eyes, the fierce aura above the head, the surrounding aura converged on the teeth, and the minions rushed together.

"Medium!" Inugami's attack is a high-speed combo, continuously controlling the enemy under his own pursuit rhythm.

Pick up, slash, slash!

The three-stage attack fell on the body of the mad demon, and the body of the mad demon who did not know life and death had several more long knife cuts, and the demonic qi left by the dog god could not easily heal itself once it was realized.

The figure did not move, the demon knife in Zhao Wuqiu's hand turned into a tiger roar, and the beast shadow of the king of beasts roared angrily, white-haired and colorful tigers, and the demonic aura was the supreme among beasts, so his attack came from the coercion of rage.

Third Knife ...... Dragon's Teeth!

This blow is Zhao Wuqiu's last stunt, even today, a year after getting the demon knife, Zhao Wuqiu has no way to directly cast the dragon's tooth at the first time, the dragon's tooth's attack cares about the unique coercion, and with the majestic Dao power, so that the dragon's tooth's tricks can be brought into full play, however, Zhao Wuqiu is not touched at all now.

If Zhao Wuqiu was only for this last dragon tooth crit, then the length of the prelude would be enough for him to lose his life!

"Dragon Teeth!" The blade in Zhao Wuqiu's hand was humming incessantly, and the dragon qi that was about to come out was breaking free from the shackles of Zhao Wuqiu's magic weapon, and gradually condensed into a dragon form in the outside world.

"Roar!" the golden light fell, covering the slightly darker earth with a golden coat, and the scorching sun was about to sink in the west, but the shape of the dragon's qi illuminated this side, the dragon's chant shook, and the thousand trees in the forest withered.

"Peng!" the dragon head on the demon knife rushed out, and the target was directly aimed at the silent mad demon's body, if this blow hit, the mad demon would definitely die.

"Wow......"

Among the many expectant eyes, the expected scene did not appear, the dragon's head fell, colliding with the suddenly raised arms, and the space reverberated with a dull sound of gold and iron.

The madman woke up......

"He's really not dead!" everyone's hearts gave a suffocating answer, this guy was really surprising.

"You have a dragon-like move, and you want to get a bargain on me?!" The mad demon's hideous and ugly smile made Zhao Wuqiu's heart flutter, and the next moment, the mad demon relied on the strength of his arms alone to tear the dragon's teeth into pieces, and the golden light was scattered, like the afterglow of the sunset.

"Ahem......" Zhao Wuqiu's heart veins were damaged because of the strength of the dragon's teeth, and his body was fluctuating!

"Be careful!" everyone exclaimed, when Zhao Wuqiu's consciousness was confused, the mad demon could act!

"What ......" Zhao Wuqiu's eyes focused, and he could only see the afterimage approaching at high speed, and the afterimage came to him in an instant, and a punch fell on the lower abdomen, the huge colic made Zhao Wuqiu's ability to resist instantly lost, the pain made his muscles contract, and the feeling that life was worse than death made his limbs want to curl up into a ball.

The mad demon clenched on his back with no fancy palms, and Zhao Wuqiu fell like a cannonball in the air at high speed, sinking deep into the surface of the earth, and his anger was meager .

"Hurry back!" The bamboo slip in Lin Wubian's hand had already unfolded, and the nine mantras floated out of the air, and the special power of words was converging!

"Empty, empty, empty, empty......" The mad demon would not give such a chance, and the heavy fist wind shattered all the words with one blow, and the figure was almost unhindered by the boundless deception forest.

Lin Wubian looked at the mad demon in front of him in horror, his hands trembling......

"Peng!" The sharp leg wind solved Lin Wubian, and Lin Wubian, who was in a severe coma, lost his combat effectiveness and lay weakly on the grass.

"Chiba Flower Exhibition!" An Jieyuan was just in action, and there was an extra set of acupuncture and moxibustion suits in his hand, and a series of hundreds of golden needles of different sizes shot out at the same time in an instant, and the target was crazy.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding ......" The mad demon's brows froze in place without a wrinkle, and he didn't dodge, the sharp Dao power on the golden needle couldn't pierce the mad demon's re-rising talisman at all!

"Huh......" The afterimage flickered, An Jieyuan's heart contracted, and he secretly said in his heart that this time was over.

However, due to an accident, the mad demon actually changed his course, bypassed the obstacle of An Jieyuan, and rushed straight to the two royal families of Qingzhou.

The viscous blood gas emitted a foul smell in the air, the smell of dead fish invaded the nose pouches of everyone present, and at the moment when the taste buds were sinned at the same time, Feng Yaoqi brandished the golden knife and collided with the figure of the mad demon!

"Wow!" pale white shallow marks fell on his arm, and in the aura, the mad demon only held Feng Yaoqi's flowing blade with one hand.

The two phases are deadlocked!

At the moment when no one refused to let go, the silver spear stabbed behind him, and the mad demon flew up and kicked Feng Yaoqi away, and Feng Yaoqi, who had cracked the blood lines in the tiger's mouth, was finally forced to let go of the handle of the knife, and his body hit the trunk behind him, and he fell to the ground!

The "Ding ......" silver spear was on Feng Yaoqi's blade, sparks shot out, leaving an indelible gap on the golden knife, this is the hard wound in the grade of the magic weapon, Feng Yaoqi has no way to make up for the acquired advantages and disadvantages.

"Huh?" When the mad demon saw Prince Yunqian, there was a sound of doubt in his throat, and he didn't wait for Prince Yunqian to react.

The blade shook the tip of the spear, and the furious blood qi shook the prince of Yunqian away, and then the afterimage was forced to come, and the blade fell sharply!

Prince Yunqian raised the silver spear, but the heavy sword strength directly knocked the spear in his hand away, the real strength gap, the mad demon is now even more powerful than before.

"Die!" shouted the mad demon with bloody eyes.

Before the body of Prince Yunqian fell to the ground, the familiar golden knife was raised again, and the more ferocious blade was about to fall.

"......Poof" The golden knife shattered, and the prince of Yunqian spitted blood and slammed into the stone pier on the ground, and under the ragged clothes on his chest that were shattered by the knife, the faint brilliance of the magic weapon was reflected, and the blood of the royal family and the royal family gave enough protection, this kind of treatment envied others, but when it was a real battle, this move could only block the fatal blow.

"Talisman?...... It's really generous enough ......" The golden knife in the mad demon's hand that originally belonged to Feng Yaoqi was broken in half, and the mad demon naturally had no intention of continuing to keep it, so he casually discarded it.

"Cough ......" Prince Yunqian was embarrassed to support his body in severe pain, and the strength transmitted by the magic weapon in his chest directly acted on his chest, and a fishy breath surged up in his chest, and when the sweetness reached his taste buds, Prince Yunqian finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and looked at the mad demon floating in the sky with a blurred mind, and his heart was full of unwilling guilt.

"Your Highness......" Feng Yaoqi got up on one knee, the golden armor on his body had just helped him offset a lot of impact, and he could still get up.

"Don't get up...... "Prince Yunqian gasped and said.

"Huh......" Feng Yaoqi gritted his teeth and got up, standing in place like a dying old man, standing under a tree.

"This is an order!" Prince Yunqian took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.

"The life of a courtier has always been the king's, and from the moment I swear allegiance to you, my life will no longer be mine!" Feng Yaoqi straightened his waist as much as possible, and the pain in his lower abdomen spread all over his body, and now his strength is less than fifty percent of what he was in his heyday.

"Seek death?......" The mad demon suddenly came from the side of Prince Yunqian to Feng Yaoqi's side.

The resoluteness on Feng Yaoqi's face reminded him of the scene where the senior disciples of the Northern Line Medicine Hall covered the retreat of the rest of the disciples.

"The eldest disciple is not a title, but a responsibility, when we bear the glory, we also shoulder the responsibility of guarding the sect!"

This is the first time that the mad demon's body has suffered a dark loss before he has no life in battle!

"Broken intestine grass!Thunder wilfordii!Wine!Arsenic!Crane top red!Turtle tree!Oleander!Natural arsenic-frost!Aconite!See blood seal throat ......"

These are all aftermath, the young little Gu demon in the Dark Demon Hall, that is, the divine doctor, wrote a list of poisons for him, and there are all kinds of poisoning, and there is a unique secret medicine: the goose is difficult to return, and it just so happens that he has just eaten it.

The methods of the great disciple of the Medicine Hall are really insidious, causing the mad demon to see that there is a shadow in the heart of the healer, so he has just specially bypassed An Jieyuan.

"Tell me, do you have what qualifications you have to protect your sovereign?" the mad demon grabbed Feng Yaoqi's neck with his palm, and asked indifferently, Feng Yaoqi, who was heavily injured, would not cause any damage to the mad demon now.

"Let him go......" Prince Yunqian turned over, but still couldn't stand up, the last thing he wanted to see now was that someone died because of him!

"He seems to be begging me to ......"

"Phew!" Feng Yaoqi sneered, then calmly spat on the mad demon's hair, and continued to add fuel and vinegar to death when the opponent was arrogant.

"Looking for a ...... of death" The madman's voice was cold, and after Feng Yaoqi heard it, he replied as if he were dead: "I am never afraid of death......"

"This demon will fulfill you!" the power of the mad demon's palm increased.

"Boom!" The heavy spear passed through the air, and when the mad demon was about to kill Feng Yaoqi, when the famous gun was pressing, the figure of the mad demon transformed into an afterimage and disappeared from its place.

"Boom!" the heavy gun swirled and came behind the petite figure.

"Qianhe ......" Yun Qian saw the comer, only one moment of joy, and the next moment felt a strong unease.

"You rest first, I'll come!" Ji Qianhe's heart damage is still healed, and now he is desperate to come to the aid here, which is also a helpless move.

The sturdy figure of the mad demon came to the branch on one side of the tree, and said disdainfully: "What are you sure of fighting me, at best, you are here to die!"

"Trust me, I will win!" Ji Qianhe didn't know if he was mocking the madman, or if he was comforting himself and Prince Yunqian.

"I'll help you!" An Jieyuan was the only person here who was not hit hard, and now he was the only one who could stand up and take a stand.

"No, you take them first!" Ji Qianhe said, his beautiful eyes locked on the madman.

"But!"

"Don't distract me, the battle situation over there is not very good......" Ji Qianhe replied in a deep voice.

"Okay, then be careful yourself!" An Jieyuan gritted his teeth, promised Ji Qianhe, and then left here with everyone one after another.

The mad demon stood on the tree, watching An Jieyuan take away all the seriously injured people very calmly, without a little nostalgia, let alone dissatisfaction.

"You don't stop it?" asked Ji Qianhe suspiciously.

"Stopping or not stopping, what the difference is, they can't pose a threat to me, and now my prey is only you. The madman leaned against the tree, and replied as if no one had been there.

Ji Qianhe's strange behavior surprised Ji Qianhe, could it be that the mad demon had any plans, or was he already injured?

Ji Qianhe doesn't know!

Perceivingly, An Jieyuan had already left with everyone, but the mad demon was still calm and did not take the initiative to attack.

"Let's fight! Otherwise, it's boring to be so idle!" Ji Qianhe had a heavy gun in his hand, and he was full of warlike spirit on his little face!

"You are injured now, you are not my opponent, a word of advice, you better not fight well, lest you die!" the madman disagreed, as if he was the victim.

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