"Aotian Demon God?"

"Is that him?"

"Sure enough, it's him!"

"Damn! He's really a local chicken and a dog in our Huashan faction! Again and again, to assassinate our Huashan masters! Now the idea dares to hit our Great Elder! ! ”

"I must kill him today!"

"I heard that the first two times, he took advantage of the night to kill the Scarlet Shadow and the Second Elder, and today in broad daylight, he actually dared to assassinate the Great Elder, it seems that he succeeded twice, which has already made him get carried away. Hmph, the arrogant soldiers will be defeated, he will die today! ”

…… As soon as Yang Zhen turned around, the masters on both sides of the lobby scolded one after another.

At this moment, it is clear whether the quality of these people is high or low.

But then again, it's really boring to measure people in the martial arts by their quality.

"Do you think that if you can kill Liu Yuntong, you can also kill me Wang Ping?"

Wang Ping's eyes looked straight into Yang Zhen's eyes like a sword, and asked this question in a deep voice.

He thought that Yang Zhen would be humble.

Who knew that Yang Zhen actually nodded seriously and said, "That's right." ”

This answer made Wang Ping's whole face instantly darken.

There was someone who wanted to pat Wang Ping's ass, and when he saw Wang Ping's face darkened, he immediately roared angrily and shouted: "Let's go together!" Kill him! ”

As he spoke, he rushed towards Yang Zhen with his sword.

This person also knew that he alone could never be the opponent of the Aotian Demon God, so before making a move, he shouted, "Let's go together!" ”

In front of Wang Ping, he shouted like this, can the others still stand there or slowly stall for time?

He was right!

Those people were indeed counted by him.

No one dares to slow down the time, let alone sit idly by.

More than a dozen people, more than a dozen swords from different directions, some people rushed towards Yang Zhen with their feet on the ground, and a few people flew over in the air, long swords in the air, and a sword flew away.

Wang Ping stood there and didn't move.

Even, until this time, his right hand still held the hilt of the sword, and he never pulled the sword out of the scabbard.

He looked coldly at the dozen or so people under his command at the same time to besiege that person.

Facing more than a dozen swords stabbing from four or five directions at the same time, the corners of Yang Zhen's mouth rose slightly, and his figure suddenly rushed forward against the three swords that stabbed at him.

This move not only stunned the dozen or so people besieging him, but even Wang Ping, who was standing behind and watching the battle with cold eyes, narrowed his eyes slightly.

Just before these people could figure out why the Aotian Demon God dared to rush towards the three swords with his bare hands, Yang Zhen's figure began to separate phantoms.

As he rushed towards the three swords, ghosts that could be seen in the illusion detached from his body, some rushing to the left, some to the right, and some in front of him, above and so on.

These apparitions are like loaches, they drill holes when they see them.

Just plug it into the gap!

It's just a blink of an eye, there are one or two who just blinked their eyes, before the blink, there was only one figure of the Aotian Demon God, but after they blinked, there were phantoms of him everywhere in front of them.

At that moment, these people thought they were dazzled and became frightened.

At this time, he was about to start with the Aotian Demon God, but at this critical time, his eyes were spent, wasn't that sending him to death?

Those who didn't blink were already slashing and slashing and slashing those phantoms.

The three long swords that stabbed at Yang Zhen's body were also at this time, and at the same time stabbed Yang Zhen's first "body".

Although the three of them knew that the "body" was already a phantom, when their three swords stabbed it at the same time, stabbing it like a soap bubble, the three of them still couldn't stop being disappointed.

The swords of more than a dozen people stabbed at the same target at the same time, and several swords had already stabbed together just now, making the sound of swords stabbing at the sword.

Dozens of phantoms, and a dozen masters swung their swords a few times, and all the phantoms were destroyed.

But, the phantoms are all gone, what about the true body of the Aotian Demon God?

The faces of more than a dozen people changed at the same time, and they subconsciously looked behind them.

Just in time, I saw the figure of the Aotian Demon God rushing in front of their Great Elder Wang Ping, and his claws fiercely grabbed the Great Elder's face and throat.

The ancients knew that the thief first captured the king!

Then, to kill someone, you should naturally deal with the most powerful master first!

Taking advantage of the fact that his skills and physical strength were at their peak, Yang Zhen decided from the beginning to kill Wang Ping first.

Otherwise, once in the process of fighting with those dozen or so swordsmen, a lot of skill and physical strength were consumed, and when it was time to finally fight Wang Ping, he was defeated because of his lack of strength and physical strength, then he would not be able to see it.

Therefore, he decided to kill Wang Ping first, and then kill more than a dozen other people.

However, as the Great Elder of the Huashan Sword Sect, Wang Ping's swordsmanship cultivation was not idle? How could Yang Zhen be able to kill him in three moves and two styles?

Wang Ping was so confident in advance, and in martial arts, he naturally had something extraordinary, otherwise how could he dare to be self-assured?

Wang Ping's sword was unsheathed in an instant, and the cold light displayed when the sword body was unsheathed was like a pool of autumn water.

When the sword stabbed at Yang Zhenmei's heart, it was like an extremely thin beam of light shooting at Yang Zhenmei's heart.

Yang Zhen was shocked, but he didn't withdraw his claws and retreated, his head instantly shifted to the left, and his claws were still grasping at Wang Ping.

And Wang Ping stabbed with a sword, facing Yang Zhen's unchanged claws, but his figure flashed to the left, and at the same time, the sword stabbed sideways and swept towards Yang Zhen's neck.

As soon as the master made a move, he showed a gap with the average swordsman.

When dodging an opponent's attack, it not only does not affect your next attack, but also increases the power of your next move.

If there was no figure flashing to the left, the power and speed of Wang Ping's horizontal sword sweep would not be as great as it is now.

At this time, the dozen or so swordsmen had already raised their swords and killed them one after another, encompassing Yang Zhen and Wang Ping into their encirclement.

More than a dozen swords stabbed at Yang Zhen at the same time.

Yang Zhen's figure flickered.

Suddenly, more than a dozen phantoms appeared in front of everyone.

More than a dozen phantoms were destroyed in an instant under the stabbing of more than a dozen swords and the sweep of Wang Ping's sword.

At this moment, Wang Ping suddenly felt a strong wind blowing above his head, and reflexively, he immediately flashed back, but still had a pain on his face.

Hot pain.

A claw clawed at his old face.

The skin is broken, the bleeding is there!

As soon as the claw caught him in the face, he knew that the skin of his face was scratched and bleeding.

If it weren't for the urgent two steps back just now, at this time, his throat would probably have been crushed by the Aotian Demon God.

He had heard more than once that the Aotian Demon God liked to smash the throat of his enemies when he fought with people.

Luckily, it flashed past just now.

As soon as this thought came to mind, the figure of the Aotian Demon God in front of him once again conjured up more than a dozen phantoms, more than a dozen phantoms, and they were all rushing towards him from all directions.

When Lao Tzu is a soft persimmon pinch?

Although he knew in his heart that he was far inferior to the others under him, at this moment, Wang Ping still flashed this angry thought in his heart.

Anger arises from the heart, and it must be expressed.

Angry in his heart, his sword was faster and more fierce this time, and it stabbed like lightning at the nearest phantom.

"Poof"

This time he was right.

Originally, it looked like a phantom, but when his sword stabbed past, the phantom's head suddenly shifted to the right, and Wang Ping's sword pierced into Yang Zhen's left shoulder.

A blood flower blooms.

The phantom-like body suddenly solidified.

Wang Ping was overjoyed, and was about to rotate the sword body to exert a second force, and then stabbed half a foot long.

Yang Zhen, who swooped down in the air, had already slammed the sword that stabbed into his shoulder with one claw, and his left claw hit the sword body, ejecting the sword head that stabbed into his shoulder out of the shoulder flesh.

The body that swooped down quickly pounced in front of Wang Ping in an instant, and a right paw swept across Wang Ping's throat before Wang Ping could react.

Wang Ping had been trying his best to prevent his throat from being crushed by the Aotian Demon God, but when he thought he was about to kill the Aotian Demon God, he was swept across his throat by the Aotian Demon God's claw.

The power of that claw not only shattered his throat in an instant, but also swept his body out in a whirlwind.

Like a roller flying out of the air, it rolls in the air.

At this time, the dozen or so masters under Wang Ping's seat chased after him again.

The fastest sword was about to stab Yang Zhen in the back.

Yang Zhen could sense the situation behind him.

In the middle of the battle, the sensing range of his mind was greatly reduced, less than five meters, but it was enough to sense the sharp sword stabbed behind him.

There was no turning back, no turning, no dodging left or right.

Instead, he picked up speed and continued to move forward, rushing in front of the deepest wall of the lobby in the blink of an eye.

When he was about to hit the hard wall, Yang Zhen's right foot suddenly lifted up and stepped on the wall, his body suddenly rose into the air, and his left foot followed closely on the wall...... When he took the fourth step on the wall, his waist suddenly exerted force, twisted, and the last foot kicked the wall, and his whole body suddenly flipped back in the air.

Just avoided the dozen or so long swords that came after him.

Yang Zhen's body flew over the heads of the dozen or so people in a volley, and when his feet landed, he landed at the door of the lobby again.

Again with his back to them.

More than a dozen people joined forces to attack several times, but they were all avoided by Yang Zhen, and now everyone should be angry, but when they turned around to look at the black back at the door of the lobby, everyone was frightened.

In the combined attack of more than a dozen of them, he actually killed the Great Elder.

Not to mention how powerful these people are together, the Great Elder himself alone has a first-class martial arts and swordsmanship.

was killed so easily by that man.

Looking at the corpse of the Great Elder in a pool of blood on the ground in front of him, the faces of more than a dozen people all became extremely ugly.

Now it's no longer a question of how they kill the Proud Demon God.

Whether or not they can escape from here alive has become a [***] thought in their hearts.

Knowing that they could not do anything and were invincible, their determination to fight to the death had vanished.

(To be continued)