The scene was shockingly fast, and it was over in the blink of an eye.

Without the slightest scar, the two demon cultivators had already died before they could even scream.

Nan Shu withdrew the Hibiscus bone fan to his chest, and shook it gently, his posture elegant and charming, as if Fang Cai's move was not made by him at all. His long eyelashes narrowed slightly, and he casually asked again, "What else did he say?"

The inverted triangle-faced demon cultivator retracted the corner of his eye, and when he heard Nan Shu's question, he gritted his teeth, jumped up on his toes, and at the same time pulled out the thorn steel whip and threw it at him, his wide-open snake-shaped eyes were fierce and fierce, and he shouted: "He also said, let you have no return!"

The hibiscus bone fan was put away suddenly, Nan Shu turned sideways, the smile on the corner of his mouth did not change, but his expression was as cold as frost, and he mocked: "I can't help myself!"

With that, with a wave of the Hibiscus bone fan, a cloud of black and purple demonic qi burst out, and the thorny steel whip that swung over easily changed direction and threw it towards the other demon cultivators who also jumped up and wanted to attack him. The fierce whip slashed the eight demon cultivators who came up, pouring blood on the ground, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Nan Shu lowered his eyelashes, glanced at the flesh and blood splashed at his feet, and frowned in displeasure, his eyes flashing with disgust and anger.

What he hated most in his life was that his robe was splashed with blood. So he kills, never seeing the slightest scar, because the splatters of blood are uncontrollable.

And just now, the filthy thing almost fell onto his brocade robe. The anger in Nanshu's chest was unquenchable, and he blamed it all on the fools who couldn't do anything about it.

The purple robe swirled, and he turned back and retreated three feet away, his eyes shining like cold river ice rocks. Black-purple demonic energy burst out from under the hem of the purple robe, slowly rising and condensing behind him, puffing up the wide hem of the robe and the wide sleeves with a rattling sound.

The thorny steel whip was obviously in the hands of the "hall master" demon cultivator, but he didn't listen to him at all. With a slight wave of the Hibiscus Bone Fan in Nan Shu's hand to the right, the Thorn Steel Whip was thrown to the right, and the seven Jindan Stage Demon Cultivators were bounced away by the powerful demonic qi and were easily torn to pieces in mid-air. Flesh and blood flying. A mist of blood like fine sand filled the air.

However, Nan Shu, who did all this, was clean within three zhang of him, and there was not even a drop of blood.

Jinhuang watched this scene. The unstoppable turbulence in my heart. With such an overwhelming disparity in strength, could she successfully escape right under his nose? Her mind spun rapidly, trying to think of a way to get out.

And in the forest, in an instant, except for the inverted triangle-faced demon cultivator. The rest of the demon cultivators had turned into a blood mist and dispersed into the air.

And the inverted triangular face demon cultivator who was still domineering and trying to attack his unprepared backhand to win, his venomous snake-like eyes finally filled with fear and panic, and his body stiffened, watching the thorny steel whip, like a flying python, coiled around his body.

In the next moment, "flutter", the sound of barbs embedded in the flesh. He trembled in pain, but he couldn't make a sound.

Nan Shu stepped forward with a light smile and an elegant posture. It's like a stroll.

He stopped five steps in front of the Demon Cultivator, and the Hibiscus Bone Fan shook slightly to remove the restraint on his body, and asked, "What did the Priest send you to do?"

When Mo Xiu heard the question, he grinned silently, blood seeped from between his teeth, and his eyes flashed with pride and ruthlessness, but he didn't say a word. The look in his eyes seemed to have predicted Nan Shu's death, and he was wantonly triumphant and mocking.

A trace of coldness crossed Nan Shu's eyes, the corners of his mouth hooked slightly, and he sneered. "Hard mouth?" After saying that, the bone fan shook, and the black and purple demonic qi at the tip of the fan overflowed, as if it was inducted. The thorny steel whip wrapped around Demon Xiu's body tightened little by little, and it was fiercely embedded in his flesh. Blood gushed out instantly, and the blood flowed like a pour, dripping on the ground.

"Ahh He gritted his teeth and glared at Nan Shu fiercely, blood kept gushing out of his mouth, but he sneered: "Nan Shu." You won't be complacent for too long!The Right Envoy will soon become the new Demon Venerable, and when the time comes, you will die even worse than me!haha!"

Nan Shu's pupils shrank suddenly, and the smile on his face quickly faded. The bright purple robe quickly swept back a few feet, and at the same time, the right hand drew an arc in the air, and the thorny steel whip wrapped around the demon cultivator's body was quickly tightened, only to hear the sound of "click" bones bursting, and in the blink of an eye, the demon cultivator had already flown flesh and blood, and there were no bones!

Nan Shu glanced at the stumps, severed arms, flesh and intestines, and frowned in disgust. The bone fan shook casually, and a layer of flames jumped up from the ground, and the tongue of fire quickly devoured the severed limbs and arms, crackling and burning.

All the demon cultivators have gone to the underworld, and it will be her turn next.

Jinhuang stared at Nan Shu with blazing eyes, and quietly touched the storage ring with his right hand. Just when Nan Shu was dealing with this group of demon cultivators, she had been pranayama all the time, and she had already recovered some aura. Coupled with Ah Ding and the storage ring, she can fight more or less, as long as she is close to the Righteous Path Alliance, she doesn't have to be afraid!

Nan Shu walked slowly towards her, her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, her eyes were full of essence, and she glanced up and down at Jinhuang, and the more she looked at the sword, the tighter her eyebrows became.

Jinhuang's expression was solemn and vigilant, and his right hand kept stroking the storage ring, watching him slowly approach step by step.

Just when Nan Shu walked to a distance of only about five steps away from her, and just spit out the word "you" with a puzzled expression, Jinhuang's eyes flashed with a gleam, and the secret path was at this time, he jumped up suddenly, and smashed the tentacles in the storage ring, such as smoke screen pills, poison gas bombs, detonating charms, phantom beast charms, etc., to him, which can delay for a while.

There are many and mixed things, and they are between lightning and flint, and Jinhuang throws whatever she catches, even the finch feather bracelet that Yan Luo gave her a few years ago and was later put in the corner by her. At the same time, he kicked on his toes and jumped out in the direction where the spiritual power fluctuations of the Righteous Path Alliance came from.

With a wave of Nan Shu's bone fan, the thing smashed in front of him was easily blocked. Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of a colorful bracelet flying in the air, my eyes fluttered, and my left hand stretched out and grabbed it in my hand. Carefully identified, it was indeed a bracelet made of peacock feathers, and anger was churning in his chest at the moment.

The finch feather is equivalent to life for the peacock, and it will not be given up easily, unless it dies! This finch feather appeared in the hand of a female cultivator, and it was also woven into a bracelet, which is possible except for the hunting!

As the king of the Birds, how could he, knowing that his people had been killed, not be heartbroken?

At that moment, the black and purple demonic qi was surging and steaming, and the purple robe swept away, quickly jumping out, and attacking towards the Jinhuang vest.

Jinhuang only felt a terrifying coercion behind her, her body stiffened a little, her heart trembled, just when she thought she was going to fall into Nan Shu's hands, suddenly, a voice seemed to float from the sky, illusory and not real.

The voice shouted, "Little ......" (to be continued.) )