Mitsui Toshiyi's uneven spirit and bold words amused Yang Chen and William, and even Byrne, who didn't like to laugh, also involved a touch of banter and sneer.

A mortal.

Threatens to help Mars Sal.

How ignorant, how ridiculous.

"It turns out that you have found such a powerful helper, no wonder you dare to fight the four of us at the same time." William deliberately mocked Marshal Sal.

Marshal laughed on his back.

Mitsui Toshiyi enjoyed William's words very much, holding the longship sword that had been inherited for hundreds of years in both hands, and coaxed Yang Chen's side, secretly swearing that he must slash Yang Chen tonight, and be ashamed of Hades Shrine, but he didn't know that his "sincerity" was equivalent to a naked insult to Marshsar, who considered himself the most powerful existence in the world.

Yang Chen, who was smiling and silent, looked at Mitsui Junyi like SB.

Mitsui Toshiyi was not slow to react, and soon noticed the strange expressions in the eyes of the four opposites, full of confusion, and subconsciously turned his face to look at Marsh Sal.

"Weak and ridiculous mortal, I show you how arrogant and ignorant you are!" As he spoke, he slowly raised his right hand and grabbed the void.

Mitsui Toshiyi, who had no time to think about it, trembled like an electric shock, only to feel stiff, unable to move, and indescribable fear appeared on his sluggish old face.

Air-controlled objects.

Supernatural abilities.

Mitsui Toshiyi's mind was messy, and what was even more strange was that there was a huge suction force that pulled him towards Marshsar, no matter how hard he held back, he couldn't break free.

Devil!

Toshiyoshi Mitsui realized too late, and Marshal raised his hand to grasp his right shoulder blade, and his long nails pierced his skin.

"Let go" Mitsui Toshiyi begged with all his might, his voice was almost inaudible, and he couldn't let me go.

Marshal was unmoved, baring his blood-sucking fangs, and biting off the major artery in Mitsui's neck, Mitsui clearly felt the blood in his body draining faster than a gushing.

When Marssar was sucking blood, Byrne suddenly struck, and William and Douglas, who had a good heart, also scrambled to be the first, and the three strong werewolves shot at Marshal like electricity.

Yang Chen didn't move.

Knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent will not be defeated in a hundred battles.

First see how strong Mars Sal is, and by the way, find weaknesses, so that you know what to do.

At this moment, Yang Chen suddenly noticed that someone was approaching behind him, turned his head suddenly, and couldn't help but be stunned, the person who came was actually the third elder of the Tang family who had a relationship, Tang Zhan!

"Why are you here?" Yang Chen asked in surprise.

"My master pinched his fingers, tonight on the top of the Spirit Mountain, there is a demon descending into the world, I will eliminate the demon and defend the road." Tang Zhan said expressionlessly, and the reason given was absurd and bizarre.

Yang Chen did not question it.

Absurd and bizarre things, he has encountered too many in his life.

When the two were talking, Byrne, William, and Douglas flew back upside down one after another, falling heavily, smashing snowflakes and making a terrifying sound.

Douglas was the most seriously wounded, vomiting blood and struggling to stand upright.

Yang Chen was frightened, he knew the toughness of Byrne, William, and Douglas, and he couldn't think of a single face, and they were all injured.

Marshal shook his head and sighed, mocking the weakness and incompetence of his opponent, and next to him, Mitsui Toshiyi, whose blood was instantly sucked dry, lay on his back facing the sky, dying.

"I'm coming!"

Tang Zhan proudly pulled out the red sky behind him, pointed his toes on the ground, ran a few steps, crossed a distance of more than ten meters, jumped up, and while taking a few steps in the air, the famous sword that was pointing obliquely at the ground had been raised above the top, and his left hand also held the hilt of the sword, clenched it, roared the tiger, and slashed downward.

Tang Zhan, who was shoulder-length and his hair was flying wildly, was obviously full of strength, and his speed and power reached the extreme, and Marshal who was slightly upturned pursed the corners of his mouth, and only stretched out his right middle finger and index finger to clamp it towards the blade.

Underestimating the enemy?

How bold are the masters?

Without waiting for the onlookers to hesitate and think, the answer is presented.

Marssar held Chixiao steadily, not moving at all to withstand the huge impact, and Tang Zhan's resolute face in the air appeared with an unprecedented expression.

Surprised, incredible.

Before other thoughts could come to his mind, he was thrown more than twenty meters away by the sword of Marssar, smashed the pine tree with the thickness of the bowl, and fell to the ground, embarrassed.

The situation took a turn for the worse, and Yang Chen squinted at Ma Shisar, who was as shakable as a mountain, thinking that he might not be able to continue to accompany him this time because of his good fortune that had been in danger.

"Ahh

Byrne roared, quickly transformed into a fierce giant wolf more than two meters tall, and hit Marssar for the second time, William and Douglas transformed one after another, following Byrne to pounce on the powerful enemy.

Yang Chen remained unchanged.

At this time, attacking more than him, less than him, no less, will not play any role.

Waiting for the best opportunity, his rich combat experience allows him to remain calm at critical moments.

In the distance, Tang Zhan, who got up to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, witnessed the werewolf fighting the vampire, and muttered in astonishment: "It turns out that there is more than one demon." ”

Byrne was kicked by Marssar and shattered many bones, although William and Douglas took the opportunity to pounce on Marssar, but their claws that could claw and shatter the iron and stone only cut the surface of Marssar's chest muscles, and were strangled by the neck, Marssal's only needed to gently shrink his hands, absolutely killing them.

The werewolf's powerful physique and strength are useless in front of Marshsar.

Byrne, who fell to the ground, struggled to get up to save his brother and Douglas, but the injuries were too severe to be able to do so, so he opened his bloody mouth and screamed wildly.

At this time, Yang Chen, who knew that he had almost no chance of winning, had to risk his death, and the eight blades hidden in the arm guard came out, gritting his teeth and killing Ma Shisar.

Marshal quickly shook off the two burdens, and his cold gaze locked on the sharp edge of Yang Chen's arm guards, the dangerous aura emitted by this thing forced him to temporarily let go of William and Douglas, no longer play defensive counterattacks, and cautiously forced out the powerful aura in his body, and the snow on the ground seemed to be pushed flat by an invisible wall, and flew up and pressed towards Yang Chen, who was bullying.

Yang Chen originally planned to get close to Marshal and make another move, but the invisible energy brought him the uneasiness of being on the verge of death, so he had no choice but to put his hands on his chest and draw out horizontally, as if pulling something, the blade easily tore through the invisible barrier that pressed over, and the part of the qi that could be disintegrated still hit him.

He spewed a big mouthful of blood, stumbling seven or eight steps back, and was able to stand firmly.

It seems that tonight's duel is coming to an end.

"The aura emanating from your blood is quite tempting" Marshal took a deep breath and smiled quite intoxicatingly, his blood-sucking fangs gradually exposed, and finally reached out and grabbed Yang Chen in the air.

Yang Chen was startled and wanted to dodge, but it was too late, his body didn't obey the call, and he couldn't make any movements, including blinking, and the huge suction pulled him towards Marshsar.

Tang Zhan, who still had the strength to spare, turned his heart and swung his sword to save him, but he was controlled by Marshsar's other hand, and William, Byrne, and Douglas were dying and couldn't help.

As the distance narrowed, Yang Chen was almost desperate.

[Author's digression]: Writing desperately is not equal to outburst, from writing the second book in 08 to today, I never mention the word outbreak, because I am not worthy, my hands are too slow, it takes an hour to write a thousand words, more than 2,000 words in a chapter, plus word by word modification, it takes two and a half hours to complete, if you update two chapters a day, it will take five hours.

Whether you are a student or an office worker, think about it, how much spare time can you have besides work, study, and rest?

I spent almost all my spare time writing books, persisting for eight years, physically and mentally exhausted, almost every day desperately, not asking you to understand my suffering, let alone empathy, just asking everyone to read books calmly.