The Heavenly Sword Mangs carry the power of the mountains and the sea, full of killing intent, like the water of the Nine Secluded Yellow Springs pouring in, and all the little demons in the demon city can clearly see the miserable white sword that is thousands of feet high and like a substance.

"Enemy attack!"

I have to say that the literacy of the Lion Camel Ridge Demon is far higher than Yang Jian imagined.

In other places, the demon king does not count, the little demons have long been scattered and fled under the coercion of the desire to survive, and although the monsters in the lion camel country are afraid, most of them stand in place safely, and the demons who are sentry in the sentry tower have not been discovered in time because Yang Jian stepped into the air, and it is only at this time that the bone whistle hanging on the neck was blown.

With a sharp whistle, the lion camel country methodically eliminated an army of monsters, each dressed in simple armor, holding knives, guns and sticks, looking at the silver-armored gods in the sky with fierce eyes.

"Three-pointed two-edged knife, you are Yang Erlang among the monk's apprentices, right?"

The sword hung over the lion camel country and never fell.

Because Yang Jian could see that here, in addition to demons, there were many ordinary people who were locked up underground.

Seeing the three hideous figures dozens of feet tall, Yang Jian took a deep breath, his eyes were full of divine light, and he slowly but solemnly waved the three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand.

With a slash, the edge was revealed, and the knife as if it was about to cut through the space fell on the head of the Lion Camel Ridge City.

Without half a minute of sluggishness, it was like cutting tofu, and the city wall of Lion Camel Ridge was easily cut in half, silky and smooth.

"Hmph, you dare to come to my Lion Camel Ridge to be majestic?"

A bloodthirsty smile appeared at the corner of Peng Mo's mouth, and a Fang Tian painting halberd was as sharp as the three-pointed two-edged knife in Yang Jian's hand, raised it high, and slashed out a clear arc of demon light towards the sky.

The demon light collides with the sword.

Burst.

A crashing sound like a flood bell sounded between the two, and in an instant, it spread throughout the entire lion and camel country, and the sound waves spread like a tide.

The demons in the field, after hearing this voice, all had a splitting headache, and they all showed their original forms, tigers, leopards, cattle and sheep abounded, and some demons who were close to the cultivation and low were even shocked into blood mist!

Boom!

There are also demons who are higher in cultivation, and they can barely resist it, but they were also knocked out, smashed countless houses and smashed to the ground and gasped, their eyes were full of happiness for the rest of their lives.

Where did the gods come out, their cultivation is simply shocking.

Where they collided, there was the sonorous sound of swords, the long roar of halberds, and the distortion of the void, the two blended with each other, devoured, and finally, dispersed.

Yang Jian's brows tightened, and his mood became heavy, this monster in Lion Camel Ridge is very good, and only one of the three big demons has made a move, and he has resisted the sword light that he has been accumulating for a long time, and it seems that he is careless.

But it's okay, that's it, it's happy.

Yang Jian's landing and hand-to-hand combat is what he is good at, since the supernatural powers can't take advantage, let's see if the kung fu of these big demons can resist him with two knives!

On the ground, there was blood all over the ground, and there were white bones piled up on the side of the road, and occasionally, a few pieces of carrion could be seen.

"Huh. ”

Seeing Yang Jian landing, Peng Mo sneered and then burst into tears: "Little ones, release the meat in those caves!"

"Hmm, even if you let people go, you have done evil for so many years, and the sins are heinous, my knife will not be merciful!" The three-pointed and two-edged knife in Yang Jian's hand dragged on the ground, but his movements stopped, and he didn't know what the monster in front of him was thinking.

Peng Mo, who let the little demon move a big chair, didn't answer, and sat in the middle of the avenue with a big sword.

Yang Jian pressed his temper and forbeared.

The field fell into silence, and the rest of the little demons hid in the distance and watched, and the order was forbidden, but didn't the three kings give orders?

In the past, the exorcists and the like were diligent when they stepped forward, but Yang Jian, who came to find fault today, was obviously not something they could deal with, and no one would be stupid enough to step forward and give away their lives in vain.

After all, in Lion Camel Ridge, the monsters still live very comfortably.

After a while, a wolf-headed demon pressed a team of mortals over, the mortals were not yellow and thin, of course, they were by no means full of brains, but they were still healthy from the point of view of their complexions, obviously, the life of being imprisoned in the dungeon was not as bad as Yang Jian imagined.

In fact, this is indeed the case, and even, every once in a while, these mortals will leave the dungeon under the supervision of the demon soldiers and come to the surface to bask in the sun.

It's not that the three demon kings are kind and respect human rights, but that people who are skinny or haven't basked in the sun for a long time have a bad taste.

Terrible to eat.

Mortals lowered their heads, not daring to look around at all, counting the days, today is not yet the time to let the wind out?

Could it be...... What kind of guests are there in Lion's Camel Ridge?

If that's the case, then it's miserable.

Because, these demon kings are very generous to their fellow clans, every time a big demon comes to visit, they will put on a feast, during which the meat is enough, often a banquet, there must be dozens of mortals to suffer, depending on the number of people...... It seems to be exactly the number of such a team of mortals!!

Thinking of this, the mortals' lowered faces showed boundless fear, their bodies trembled, and they staggered when they walked.

"Yang Jian, you came here to save people?"

Peng Demon King sneered, "It's good, then bring your master here, can't you bring it...... Every moment I pass, I'll kill a mortal!"

"Demons!"

Hearing this, Yang Jian was immediately furious, couldn't bear it anymore, and rushed towards the Peng Demon King with a three-pointed two-edged knife, but was stopped by the Green Lion King and the White Elephant King.

The green lion king held a steel knife, the white elephant king held a spear, and the three of them fought together.

Who is Yang Jian? The first peerless fierce god to lead the grass-headed god to fight the heavenly court!

He was too lazy to move along the way, which doesn't mean that he is less angry than a monkey!

At this time, in the midst of the rage, the shot was even more domineering, the knife was deadly, and it didn't take long for the Green Lion King and the White Elephant King to sweat profusely, and they only had the kung fu to parry.

"Yang Jian!"

Brush.

A white light.

Then, the figure standing at the front of the line slid down diagonally with its upper body.

Blood flowed all over the ground.

However, the smell of blood did not worsen.

Because it turned out to be heavy enough.

Yang Jian's movements stiffened, and he was immediately kicked in the chest by the Green Lion King, staggering back a few steps, and the two big demons did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but gasped and retreated to the side of the Peng Demon King.

"Third brother, well done!"

The White Elephant King slammed his spear on the ground and sneered: "Fight, fight again, don't you want to save people?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and shot it directly through the chest of the person closest to him!!

"If you want to save people, just hurry back and tie up your master, Lao Tzu is in a good mood, don't say that these people, ten times more, they can be released to you!"

"Don't, don't kill me. ”

The mortals were already frightened, and they fell to their knees on the ground and shivered, kowtowing to the three great demons one after another, and their heads slammed into the ground with a thudding sound.

"What's the use of begging me. Peng Demon Shi Ran leaned back in his chair and said leisurely: "I really ask for it, you go and beg that person, as long as he speaks, don't say anything about you, even if you are a young family, I can let you go, and personally send you to the city of the world, how about it, are you excited? Quickly, turn your head and kowtow to that." ”

The mortals looked at each other.

"I'll make you turn your heads, can't you hear me!"

Peng Demon's voice was so loud that he roared, and the mortals covered their ears with pain on their faces, and blood flowed out from their fingers.

Yang Jian didn't know when, the armor on his head was knocked off, and at this time, his black hair was flying, and the killing intent in his eyes was almost about to pierce a few big holes in the Peng Demon King.

However, he couldn't do it, he had to endure it.

After the Peng Demon King finished speaking, these mortals really turned their heads to Yang Jian, ignoring the sharp pain in their ears, and cried loudly: "My lord, please, save us." ”

Yang Jian didn't speak, and the Peng Demon King didn't speak again, but closed his eyes and silently leaned back in his chair to rest.

Heaven and earth are silent, only the sound of crying echoes in this lion camel country.

"You, why don't you bring the monk to me?"

The mortals' voices were hoarse, but Yang Jian still stood motionless, the Peng Demon King opened his eyes, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, Fang Tian's halberd slashed again, and the head fell to the ground: "It's another moment, Yang Jian, what are you waiting for?

He laughed wildly: "Then you will have to wait for a long time, there are thousands of people in the cellar!"

In the midst of wild laughter, the green lion king on the side opened his mouth and sucked it suddenly, and seven or eight mortals were swallowed into his stomach.

After the rest of the mortals looked at each other a few times, they slowly calmed down.

In extreme fear, they instead plucked up the courage to get up from the ground.

The green lion king just wanted to scold, but the white elephant's eyes on the side flickered, revealing an interesting look, and raised a hand to signal him to be calm.

Afterward.

The mortals saw that the monsters did not stop them, more people stood up, and there were many little demon weapons scattered on the ground, they had just been killed by the aftermath of the battle between the Peng Demon King and Yang Jian, and many weapons were still stained with blood.

These mortals, one by two, walked forward, bent down, stretched out their hands, and then, raised their swords.

Edge ...... aimed at the silver-armored and white-robed godman.

They don't hate Dapeng Bird, they don't hate the Green Lion King, they don't hate the White Elephant King, what they hate is that this Erlang Zhenjun who suddenly broke into Lion Camel Ridge and couldn't save them.

This time, not only the White Elephant King, but also the Dapeng Bird opened his eyes, squinting, and the corners of his mouth smiled inexplicably.

This group of mortals, so knowledgeable? Before they could open their mouths, they knew that they had taken the initiative to use the blade to force Yang Jian? Interesting, interesting, really interesting!

What will happen to Yang Jian next? Angrily draw his sword, or be embarrassed by these mortals who are like ants, and drive him out of the Lion Camel Country?

Peng Demon King said that he was not in a hurry, he was really not in a hurry at all, anyway, the Lion Camel Ridge was more than a thousand miles long, and if he wanted to bypass the Lion Camel Ridge and continue westward, he would be delayed for more than three or five days.

Even if Yang Jian was only forced to retreat this time, it wouldn't be long before that scripture learner would honestly send it to his door!

When the time comes...... It's even more interesting.

"You, since you have the courage to aim the sword at me, why don't you dare to turn your head and slash at those man-eating monsters?"

Yang Jian's tone was a little harsh.

Why? Even if these mortals can't tell the difference between strength and strength, at least, he will not be weaker than the Green Lion King and the White Elephant King, right? Why do these mortals dare to point their knives at him, but they dare not resist the demons who treat them like pigs, sheep and dogs?

"It's all your fault, if it weren't for you, we wouldn't have been brought out today at all!"

Some people are lucky, their ears are not deaf, and after hearing Yang Jian's words, they scolded indignantly.

How to put it, although in Lion Camel Ridge, the probability that they will die in peace is very low, but after all, there are so many mortals in the cellar, who knows when it will be their turn to be put on the table?

It's a day to live one more day.

Basking in the sun every once in a while, eating and drinking, and in order to encourage mortals to reproduce, if these monsters can make a woman conceive, a couple can have at least a year or two of stable time.

In principle, if you work day and night in succession, it will not be a problem to live for more than ten years.

Thinking about it this way, isn't life very comfortable?

It's no wonder they resent Yang Jian.

"Hahaha. The Peng Demon King smiled and said, "Yang Jian, did you hear it, if it weren't for you, they wouldn't have what happened today." Therefore, the sins of the people who have just died must be blamed on you!"

"Shut up!"

Yang Jian shouted angrily.

The Peng Demon King shrugged his shoulders, not angry at all, but looked at the group of mortals with a smile on his face, and encouraged: "Quick, cut him, as long as I can cut the person on the other side, I promise not to eat the family of the person who slashed for a year, it's a good deal, right?"

When he finished speaking, people's emotions were stirring.

Someone swallowed his saliva, and the first one rushed up, and shouted in his mouth: "My lord, please help me, just cut a knife, it will definitely be fine for an immortal like you, right?"

"That's it, go on, slash hard! Whoever cuts ten knives, then stews with meat, and cuts fifty knives, I will let you out of the lion and camel country!"

The Peng Demon King laughed happily, and did not forget to fan the flames in the back.

The swords of mortals, of course, are not painful for Yang Jian's divine physique, but the problem is that one knife after another does not fall on Yang Jian's body, but on his heart.

Am I not here to save people, why do these people seem to hate me so much?

Stabbed one after another, the joy on the faces of the mortals could barely be covered, and the fanatical emotions diffused among them, rushing towards Yang Jian one by one.

"Let me cut first! I'm twenty dollars away from leaving!"

"Get out! I haven't hit a single knife so far, let me come first!"

There were also many people whose ears were deaf by the sound waves of the previous Peng Demon King, although they didn't hear the promise, but when they saw the urgency of their companions, they also rushed forward, as if they were afraid that they would miss something if they were too late.

If you stand in Yang Jian's position as an ordinary person, I am afraid that you will be chopped into mashed meat raw.

Clang~

The weapons of the little demons, of course, could not be some divine weapons, slashed on Yang Jian's armor, not to mention the curling blade, and finally there was a long knife, which was broken.

The man holding the broken knife gritted his teeth, he had heard the promise of the Peng Demon King before, and he had already slashed more than forty knives, and at this last moment, the knife was broken.

There was no time to pick up the knife anymore, and leaving Yang Jian in front of him, these fanatical companions would not give him another chance to squeeze in.

So, the man shouted, "My sword, my sword is broken, can I use my fist?"

The Peng Demon King in the rear laughed even more rampantly, "Hahahahaha! Yes, of course you can!"

A fierce look flashed in the man's eyes, and then, he hit Yang Jian's chest with his fist.

With a bang, Yang Jian still stood motionless like a wooden man, but the man exhaled in pain, his fists were dripping with blood, and you can imagine how much strength he used.

Then, he looked up and hesitated.

Hit the body, this immortal doesn't care, what about the slap in the face? Should, he won't care, right? This armor is too hard, he really can't fight.

Isn't this immortal here to save them? Since he is bent on saving people, he is only a few punches away anyway, and he fights for his future freedom!

This world is like this, for the wicked, people's tolerance is always very low, just like the three demons of the Peng Demon King, the Green Lion King, and the White Elephant King, treat people as cattle and sheep to be slaughtered, and the Green Lion King just ate several people, but they don't care at all.

Demons, it's normal to eat people.

Then, when faced with good people, people tend to be bold.

No matter how stupid they are, they know that how can someone who can crush the two big demons to the death be weak?

But Yang Jian came to save them, so they dared to do something to Yang Jian.