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Faced with the mysterious old barge, Demon Venerable Xuanhu intuitively felt that he was deep in the hunting net. But no matter who set up this net, what to prepare, in the Demon Realm, no one can be wild in front of the Demon Venerable!

Xuan Hu took the lead and attacked with a magic blade, and the black sword wind was fierce, forcing Lao Jian to retreat.

In every round of attacks, Lao Barge just dodges, seemingly in a weak position, but in fact he grasps the rhythm of retreat very well. Every time, the Demon Blade Sword Wind could only follow up to a centimeter in front of him, but it couldn't bring this "one centimeter" closer to "zero". Rao is Xuanhu gradually adjusted his offensive and made his moves more aggressive, and Lao Jian was already able to play with ease.

Xuanhu activated the spell, splitting the demon blades into twelve, forming a demon array, and trapping Lao Ji firmly in the center. And he himself occupies the commanding heights above the old man's head, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, and his face as beautiful as a fairy is full of horror. The magic blade stabbed downward, splitting the old man's head in an instant!

Just when Xuan Hu thought he had won, he found that the magic blade was only the phantom of Lao Jie, and the real Lao Jian had jumped up at some point and occupied the commanding heights above Xuan Hu's head!

Seeing that Lao Jie's hand conjured a sword blade that was as unique as a demon blade, Xuan Hu knew that he was going to use his own way to govern his body, and the next moment he was going to slash down. Xuan Hu smiled, took advantage of the situation to gather the Eight Directions Demon Blade, and aimed upwards at Lao Jie's eyes. The barge beast was covered in steel hair, and only its eyes were not protected, which was not known to Jiu Mingmei, and as a demon venerable, Xuan Hu was even more clear.

Lao Di obviously didn't intend to sit still. But he didn't plan to counterattack immediately, so he silently broke away from the magic array and landed on a tree. The houses in the backyard of the liquor store have been completely destroyed to ruins, and only a few trees are still standing strong.

The demon soldiers around him wanted to help their master, but it was a pity that the two people above were fighting happily, their movements were swift, and their moves were dazzling. I don't know where to plug it.

Xuanhu mobilized the magic array and then attacked. The guy, with the blade swept through one place, cut down a tree, which was sharper than a chainsaw. In the blink of an eye. The only remaining trees were also discarded. But the old barge didn't do anything. He was still flying in the air, staring blankly at the young opponent below.

Xuan Hu was surprised: this guy is worthy of being the apprentice of Taifeng Yuanzun, and he is the same as Jiu Mingmei...... No. It's even tougher than the "strongest plum god"!

The fierce wind swept across the surrounding ground, blowing up the roof tiles in the courtyard, and the dust flew with the wind, blinding the eyes of the demon soldiers around them. The black robe around was swept away by the wind, and the long hair on his head was scattered and fluttering, showing off Xuanhu's beauty with yin qi to the extreme.

Looking at the formation, Xuan Hu mobilized the strongest demonic energy, and wanted to fight with the old man.

The wind swept the broken tiles and stormed the barge.

Suddenly, Xuanhu's head was hit with a stick! The strength of this stick was so powerful that it rammed the entire Xuanhu to the ground, and the wind curls dissipated instantly.

Xuan Hu was stunned, although he reacted quickly, and changed his posture at the moment of landing, so that he was not rammed ugly. But the feeling of the violent pain in his brain was still clear and terrifying, as if the skull had been knocked into two pieces, and he could even feel that the brain and brain were in a mess.

Xuan Hu shook his head, and the pain immediately spread from his brain to his limbs, and even his soul was affected. A black shadow in front of him was approaching, powerful and powerful, obviously not a good stubble. Xuanhu's body couldn't move, and he was actually given a fixation spell, and he tried his best to break the spell, but he could only raise his head stiffly a little.

A jet-black but very broad right palm slowly stretched out and rested on the painful head of his head.

Along with it, there was a deep and majestic voice from above:

"In 100,000 years, I have only practiced such a little ability...... Hu'er? ”

Severe pain is nothing, a mess is nothing, and the immobilization spell is nothing...... 30,000 years of cultivation, 70,000 years of ascending to the throne, a total of 100,000 years, this voice kept echoing in my ears.

It was a nightmare that woke him up!

The moment Xuan Hu raised his head, a strong explosion suddenly occurred around the liquor store, from the air all the way to the ground, from the east all the way to the west. In the flickering firelight, Xuan Hu suddenly saw a vague but familiar face.

Against the bright light of the fire, two men fell from mid-air. The Helan Mountain at the head of the row is still covered with black feathers, and the black wings are swaying in the wind, like a messenger of the night, mysterious and full of courage. Xuanyuan Xuguang, who followed behind, was also handsome in terms of appearance, but in terms of momentum, he could lose ten percent of Helan Mountain.

As soon as Helanshan landed, he stepped forward and knelt on one knee. A pair of turquoise blue eyes faintly shone with a fiery and determined light, he lowered his proud head as a "Zuo Zun", and said with a million respects: "Disciple Helan Mountain, meet Master!" ”

―――――― arrogant and small division -- is the crane head delicious? ――――

Inside and outside the deep prison of the Demon Palace, the demon soldiers searched back and forth to hunt for fugitives, but they did not find any trace.

Footprints? Wood has.

Traces of spell use? Wood has.

A suspicious hideout? Or wood.

, how did a living dwarf escape from the deep prison of the many levels? The prison has even set up an enchantment in advance to prevent all kinds of escape spells!

"Lord Demon Venerable has an order, within tonight, that stinky dwarf must be captured, otherwise you will all wait to be punished!"

The little leaders in the demon soldiers lectured everywhere, bluffing the little soldiers below into a daze, and quickly searched for them.

It was a good day for the whole demon world to absorb demonic energy, but it became a good day for the little soldiers, and the tragedy can be imagined. They all wanted to find the dwarf and shut it up as soon as possible, but they tortured him to death so that he could repay the sorrow of today.

Buzz Buzz......

The little head heard a fly buzzing around his head, oh, there are still purebred flies that have not become monsters in the magic capital these years, it's really rare. The little head reached out and grabbed it, and the fly flew so quickly that he grabbed the handle empty. The flies always dangle in front of him, but they never let him catch them, until the little head is completely stunned by the flies, and then "buzzes" and flies away.

Far to the east, there was an explosion, and the flames were scorching, immediately attracting the attention of the flies.

The fly shook its small transparent wings, flickered farther away, landed in a hay, and found a seven-star ladybug nesting in the grass.

"Jingren, take medicine."

(To be continued.) )