At the foot of the Purple Mountain.

The sky was obscured by flying swords, and chains were in the air, like a vast net.

Between the chains flying, the big demons are entangled in the chains, and then turned into pieces under the pull of the flying sword on the chains.

Jin Qian stood on the Purple Mountain, and sparks appeared in his eyes, "What is the situation, how can the demon army of Yanshan be so elite, this is much more elite than those Yanshan army that killed sand scorpions!"

However, Jin Qian has not given up yet, he still has an army of more than 100,000, Jin Qian waved his hand and said: "Flying sword, give me a flying sword!"

In the sky, there were tens of thousands of flying swords in the sky in an instant, flying towards the blood-clothed sword guard, Ling Xian glanced at these flying swords, but only tens of thousands, after all, the other party was not a unified army like Yanshan, but more like a demon king tribe combined together.

Ling Xian smiled contemptuously, "It's really vulnerable! ”

The bloody aura erupted instantly, and the bloody aura of the 30,000 blood-clothed sword guards rose like a huge red cloud, blocking the attack of tens of thousands of flying swords, and the flying swords fell in the red cloud, and they lost the strength to continue flying. Occasionally, a few flying swords fell among the blood-clothed sword guards, but they were also blocked by the spirit armor on the blood-clothed sword guards, and they couldn't hurt them at all.

Ling Xian waved his hand towards the opponent's demon army and said, "Flying sword, kill!"

The flying sword was in the air again, and the blood-clothed sword guard was not prepared to defend at all, and once the sword light passed, thousands of local demons were chopped up.

The blood swayed in the air, fell in the hunting wind, and then fell on the ground, condensed drop by drop, gathered into a small stream, the entire battlefield, instantly covered with blood, a dead demon showed its body, and the blood in the body flowed like a small river.

Ling Xian saw this posture, and commanded several rounds of flying sword attacks, Jin Qian's eyes were numb when he saw it, how long had he been fighting, he had already lost 20,000 horses, this was simply a one-sided slaughter!

Jin Qian stretched out his hand and took out the token on his waist, "In the name of the Purple Mountain Demon King Crown Prince, I ordered to dispatch the king-level legion of the Crazy Lion Tribe, and give me to disperse their formation!"

In the Purple Mountain, forty demon kings rushed out, gathered in one place, and rushed towards a phalanx of the blood-clothed sword guards.

Ling Xian smiled, "The king-level legion is amazing, today, let you take a good look at the power of the king-killing sword!"

The forty demon kings originally wanted to kill all the blood-clothed sword guards, but what they didn't expect was that the blood-clothed sword guards actually directly made a way for them, and the forty demon kings were overjoyed and rushed directly towards the blood-clothed sword guard's Chinese army, at this moment Ling Xian continued: "Inner circle, surround and kill the king-level legion, outer circle, resist the external demon army!"

Before the forty demon kings could figure out what was going on, they saw that there were already thousands of chains in the sky, blocking them like a net woven by the sky, and then, thousands of flying swords attacked, and their protective mana dissipated, and when they wanted to continue to mobilize their mana, they found that their mana had become sluggish, and at this moment, thousands of flying swords had already attacked!

"No!"

"What kind of weird spirit soldier is this!"

"My mana, my mana has become sluggish!"

"Ahh

Flying swords passed through their chests, through their limbs, blood spilling from their wounds, taking away their strength as well.

The surrounding blood-clothed sword guards spread out again, continuing to attack under Ling Xian's command.

Jin Qian watched the king-level legion rush into the blood-clothed sword guard, he thought that the entry of the king-level legion would cause a huge disturbance to the other party, but what he didn't expect was that a king-level legion would be like a mud cow entering the sea without a sound, and now, it has disappeared without a trace.

Jin Qian's hands were trembling, "What kind of monsters are this Yanshan army.......

Thousands of miles away.

Between the mountains and mountains, among the lofty mountains, the golden retriever roared and covered the wound on his chest and was fleeing, behind him, Zhuo Qingyao held the giant que, and the giant que was glowing with coldness, chasing towards the golden retriever.

The golden retriever roared at the sky, with a blue-eyed Xuanniu volleying through the air, the righteous path of the immortal gate on this is also strange, he doesn't fight directly with himself, but once he wants to escape, he is a volley shot directly at his head, forcing himself to the ground again.

Liu Mang was quite relaxed at the moment, and shouted at Zhuo Qingyao: "Although this old lion is not very strong, but after all, he has a trace of the blood of nine lions, how about submitting him as your mount?"

Zhuo Qingyao shook her head slightly, and then said, "Master said that this old lion must die!"

Liu Mang didn't say much, after all, this was Chen Ming's arrangement.

The golden retriever roared at this moment, roared at Zhuo Qingyao, turned into a two-headed lion with a body of more than 30 zhang, and roared at Zhuo Qingyao with two bloody mouths: "Yanshan Sect Master, I am also one of the tyrants among the 100,000 mountains, your Yanshan is so strong, I can't help it." ”

Zhuo Qingyao said with a smile: "You person, Master said that he likes to use some despicable tricks, and he is capricious, Master, he only said that I would carry your head to see him, but he didn't say that you should be alive to see him." ”

The golden retriever roared angrily: "Since you don't give me a way to live, then I have to fight to the death." ”

Thundered!

A loud bang echoed in the mountains, startling the surrounding beasts to flee in all directions, many birds took off, the big demons had already fled their battlefield, and only some demon kings dared to watch from afar, "The Great Sect Master of Yanshan, among the 100,000 mountains, I am afraid that he is the strongest under the Great Monarch." ”

"I didn't expect that Yan Shan was really so powerful, and even a big demon king like Golden Retriever Roar, who had dominated one side for a long time, was not an opponent. ”

"Looking at the embarrassed appearance of the Golden Retriever Roar now, I am afraid that I will die in the hands of the Great Sect Master of Yanshan today. ”

Three days later, on a hill, two huge lion heads fell from the hill, like two boulders falling to the ground, crashing into the rocks to pieces, Zhuo Qingyao panted and stood on top of the lion body that had lost its head, wiping the giant que in his hand on the lion's body, Zhuo Qingyao looked at the demon kings around him, "From today on, there will be no Purple Mountain, only Yanshan, this place, surnamed Yanshan." ”

Many demon kings looked at Zhuo Qingyao, and there was only awe in their eyes, and they all arched their hands and said, "I've seen the Great Sect Master of Yanshan later!"

"The Great Sect Master of Yanshan is invincible!"

The news soon spread throughout the 100,000 mountains, and the golden retriever, who had dominated the Purple Mountain for more than 400 years, died at the hands of Zhuo Qingyao, the great sect leader of Yanshan, and Yanshan used his terrifying strength to announce once again who was the real overlord among the 100,000 mountains.