"Hmph, what a blood-clothed prince, it's just a half-human, half-beast monster, see how I kill it!"

Wang Yangzhou snorted coldly, and rushed towards the Blood-clothed Prince with the Xuanjin Battle Ax in his hand.

"Monsters?"

Hearing Wang Yangzhou insult himself as a monster, the calm state of mind of the prince in blood clothes was suddenly destroyed, he trembled with anger, his teeth creaked, he couldn't bear to be scolded by others in his life for being a monster born after the hybridization of humans and demons, this has become his reverse scales, no one can touch it, otherwise he will definitely die.

"How many years, how many years has no one dared to scold me for being a monster in front of me, Wang Yangzhou, you are looking for death!"

The blood-clothed prince let out a low roar like a wounded beast, and the veil on his face fell off with it, revealing a face full of gray wolf fur like steel needles!

The originally handsome face was completely destroyed by wolf hair, and it looked like it was not human, nor was it a demon.

"That's a lot of nonsense, give me death!

Wang Yangzhou had already rushed in front of the blood-clothed prince, the Xuanjin battle axe in his hand was dragged upside down to the ground, and it slashed out violently from the bottom up, like a silver snake falling to the ground, hanging upside down with a golden hook, and the angle was extremely tricky.

The blood-clothed prince smiled ghostly, and did not fight hard with Wang Yangzhou, his body shook slightly, and he dodged the fierce blow that attacked, and at the same time, the dagger in his hand swirled, like a butterfly wearing flowers, and slashed towards Wang Yangzhou's throat.

"Star Split!"

Wang Yangzhou was startled, his body hurriedly retreated, and at the same time, the Xuanjin battle axe slashed out, like an ancient giant spirit god, holding a giant axe to split the stars and slash the moon, powerful and domineering, invincible.

It seems to know that Wang Yangzhou's moves are known for their strength, and the prince in blood still did not take his attack hard, but relied on his speed to adopt a wandering tactic, attacking wildly around him, and a dagger danced in the sky, which was impenetrable, which actually made Wang Yangzhou only have the ability to parry, and had no power to fight back!

"Whew!"

When Wang Yangzhou and the Bloody Prince started a one-on-one battle, on the other side, those sand bandits, disciples of the Black Lotus Sect, and the Tyrant Demon Wolf also launched an attack on Mo Yan and the others.

This time it was no longer a rain of arrows, but a hand-to-hand encounter, which was very dangerous.

Fortunately, those sand bandits are all martial artists in the world, not monks, otherwise there are so many people, even if these White Lotus Sect disciples are all equipped with special skills, I am afraid that they will be hated on the spot.

However, those Black Lotus Sect disciples and Tyrant Demon Wolves were very dangerous, although the realm was low-level, they were swarming up, and in the chaos, there was no guarantee that someone would be injured or even killed.

Mo Yan held the Demon Slashing Sword in his hand, and used the Demon Slaying Sword Technique to the limit, there was a kind of incisive, peak taste, as long as the cold light flashed, there would definitely be a sand bandit killed, even those Black Lotus Sect disciples or tyrannical demon wolves, under his hands could not take a move.

He alone slain more enemies than the other ten combined!

The eyes of the two inner disciples were about to pop out when they saw the killing speed shown by Mo Yan, you must know that although Mo Yan is a cultivator of the Quenching Body Realm, he is not an inner disciple after all, and as an inner disciple, they are not even as good as an outer disciple, which really makes them extremely embarrassed, and they have a feeling of wanting to find a crack in the ground to get into.

In fact, the cultivation of these two people is not under the ink of death, but in the face of these fierce sand bandits, they are somewhat constrained, and they cannot give full play to their strength perfectly.

After all, these sand bandits lived a life of licking blood from the knife edge, killing people like hemp, breaking out of the sea of blood in the corpse mountain, with a fierce and violent momentum, like a ghost like a demon, which is terrifying, but the disciples of the White Lotus Sect are the strength cultivated in a safe and stable environment, in terms of killing methods, and the fighting style that is not afraid of death, it is undoubtedly much worse than the sand bandits.

If it weren't for the cultivation of cultivators, magic robes, and magic weapons, among these White Lotus Sect disciples, I'm afraid some of them would have died.

However, Mo Yan was not affected much, and the tragic experience from childhood to adulthood had already sharpened one of his hearts as hard as iron and ruthless.

Killing, blood, human heads, wailing.

These things that are frightening to ordinary people, in his eyes, are no different from tables, chairs and benches, but they are just ordinary things that cannot be more ordinary.

Once a person abandons the fear and shackles in his heart, then the strength that can be exerted is absolutely 100%, or even extraordinary.

Seeing that Mo Yan was so ferocious, it was almost to the point of entering a no-man's land, those Black Lotus Sect disciples and tyrant demon wolves immediately abandoned the others and surrounded him.

Especially among the disciples of the Black Lotus Sect, there are ten of them, although all of them are cultivators of the Na Ling Realm, but besieging Mo Yan one, there is definitely a great chance of winning, not to mention that there are dozens of tyrant demon wolves next to them, sinister and vicious, just waiting for Mo Yan to reveal his flaws, and then waiting for the opportunity to bite out.

This time the ink is dangerous, but he is not afraid, the demon sword in his right hand is as fast as wind and thunder, cutting gold and breaking jade, and the broken stone palm in his left hand is wide open and closed, and the power is thousand.

"Kill!"

Ten Black Lotus Sect disciples attacked, while the others were fighting with the sand bandits, there was no way to rush over to support, and even if they could come over to support, but Mo Yan knew that except for Xu Mingzhu, others would probably look on coldly, especially those members of the World Sect, it would be good not to curse him in his heart that he was killed by the disciples of the Black Lotus Sect!

"Wind Chasing Sword!"

Mo Yan's eyes were cold, and the Demon Slashing Sword hovered in his palm, and then flew out like lightning, as if an invisible rope was tied between the hilt of the sword and his palm, and he was controlled by him from afar, slashing towards the Black Lotus Sect disciples who were rushing over.

Poof!

Suddenly, a disciple of the Black Lotus Sect who rushed to the forefront was slashed by the Demon Slaying Sword against his neck, and a good person's head immediately rose to the sky, blood splattered, splashing in the air, and his eyes still maintained the fierceness and hideousness of his life.

"Okay, I've got a spirit elixir!"

Mo Yan knew that the death of this Black Lotus Sect disciple had brought him an income from a human-level inferior elixir.

After killing one person, the Demon Slaying Sword continued to slash towards another Black Lotus Sect disciple, and the parts selected were all vulnerable points that were not covered by the magic robe.

Although the Demon Slaying Sword can cut through the magic robe, it will also suffer some damage.

"Ahh

It's just that the next Black Lotus Sect disciple is much stronger, and he actually dodged it with his head, but one of his ears was cut off by the Demon Slaying Sword, and he suddenly let out a miserable scream.

"It's a pity. ”

Mo Yan shook his head and sighed, his right hand raised slightly, and after a magical rotation of the Demon Slashing Sword, it returned to his hand again.

After this delay, the remaining eight Black Lotus Sect disciples and dozens of Tyrant Demon Wolves had already rushed up and surrounded him in the middle, swords, swords, and various martial arts smashed towards him in one fell swoop.

"Shadow Tempest Sword!"

In the face of the siege of everyone, Mo Yan did not dare to hold it up, although he was a cultivator of the Quenching Body Realm, and he could initially use the aura, but the aura could not leave the body, the strength was strong enough, and the physical defense was a little worse after all, and if he was killed by a magic weapon, he would still be injured.

Kiss!

A cloud of sword light exploded around him, and immediately turned into countless sword shadows, like rain and mist, like wind and thunder, blocking all attacks.

The Demon Slaying Sword Technique is originally known for its speed, and the Shadow Wind Sword is the essence of it, the speed is naturally incredible, it looks like Mo Yan instantly has seven more clones, and he is fighting with eight Black Lotus Sect disciples at the same time.

"Sword aura!"

Taking advantage of the fact that everyone was repelled by him, and the old force had exhausted its new power before it was born, Mo Yan backhanded a sword, which was another big trick.

The Demon Slashing Sword stabbed out obliquely from the bottom to the top, like a carp piercing a wave, and like a dragon going out to sea, it was extremely fast, and it exploded in an instant, stabbing into the throat of a Black Lotus Sect disciple at once.

"Giggles!"

This Black Lotus Sect disciple held his throat with both hands, but he couldn't stop the flow of blood, and his eyes widened wide, full of fear, as if he didn't expect to die.

"Whew!"

Seeing that all the Black Lotus Sect disciples were unable to kill Mo Yan when they joined forces, the dozens of Tyrant Demon Wolves suddenly couldn't help it, and they all let out a terrible howl, their front legs bent, their backs arched, and their claws kicked the ground, pounced out.

"Look for death!"

Mo Yan turned his head to dodge the bite of a tyrannical demon wolf, and slapped his palm on the head of this tyrannical demon wolf, with a "snap" sound, as if an egg fell to the ground, and the red blood mixed with the snow-white brain splattered out, spraying Mo Di's body, making him look like a demon god from hell.

However, although these tyrannical demon wolves were only first-level demon beasts, equivalent to human induction realm cultivators, they were not afraid of death to launch an attack on Mo Yan, and even if he was strong, it was a little difficult to deal with for a while.

Those Black Lotus Sect disciples naturally wouldn't let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and rushed up again, beckoning their attacks to him as much as they wanted.

This time, Mo Yan coped with it even more difficult, he was not careful, he was approached by a disciple of the Black Lotus Sect, and a long black knife was like a ghost and god, slashing on his shoulder, and suddenly the magic robe was cut off, but when the blade broke through his skin and wanted to go deeper, it was blocked, and the "gold leaf" formed by the golden body of the Enma Demon was not something that a mere low-grade magic weapon could break!

Swish!

Mo Yan's eyes were cold, and a sword stabbed this Black Lotus Sect disciple to the heart, at this time, if you are still worried that the collision between the demon slaying sword and the magic robe will cause damage, you are simply looking for death!