The people of the Quartet knelt down in unison to thank them, and they were grateful.

Han Anjun's face was expressionless, what kind of immortal master, just a lonely guest.

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The Qinshan Mountains are in the dark and dull Daze.

Han Anjun walked out of the palace where the male lost the sheep ugly, the robe was drumming, and the hunting sounded. He had already accidentally gone mad and his life could not be saved, because of the little girl's words and hugs, instead of continuing to deteriorate, he was a blessing in disguise. The cultivation of the Heavenly Spirit Realm has been able to take a big step forward.

He carried the long sword behind him, and then transformed into a golden body that was a hundred feet high. Leap onto a majestic and steep peak. The golden purple light around the body is flowing and rushing, endless. His eyes lit up, looking far to the west. I could vaguely see that there was a boundless sky and thunder rolling down. The surging flames swelled. He whispered, "I'll help you." ”

Han Anjun stretched out his hand and took off the long sword behind his back, pinched the trick with his fingers together in the center of his eyebrows, and a black-clothed young man took off with a three-foot long sword.

Han An lowered his head and continued to look at the swampy canyon below where the fog was rolling in. The next moment, I saw him open his arms. The big sleeves fluttered: "The rolling flames fell into my hands, burning the evil land in the world!"

On that day, endless flames roared down from above. The flames in the Daze Canyon were raging and burning! Poisonous insects and monsters fled in all directions, submerging into the endless dense forests farther away. Thousands of miles away, the roar of an angry dragon resounded for thousands of miles, rolling up boundless storms and rains, but in the end, it did not come out from the deeper part of Qin Mountain.

Han Anxin felt something, staring at the deeper part of Qin Mountain, where the dragon's groan echoed for a long time, and the chill in his eyes was sensitive: "Don't worry, I'll go find you." ”

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After putting away the bowl of the big demon male losing the ugly sheep, he smashed the demon god law that emitted a demonic light with one palm. Han Anjun rearranged the defensive forbidden circle, ignoring the group of village and town residents who finally came back to their senses and worshiped him frantically, and just led a twelve- or thirteen-year-old girl out of the cracked valley full of grass and ashes. "Stay here and wait for the three divisions of Great Wei to come to the rescue. Tens of thousands of villagers in the valley knelt on the ground and shouted in unison: "Thank you, the merciful Immortal Master, thank you, Your Majesty." Hooray, hooray, hooray!"

Han Anjun, who walked out of the valley and looked up at the sky, was expressionless, what kind of immortal master, just a lonely guest.

Outside of Qinshan, 100,000 elite soldiers in full armor had already scattered and retreated thirty miles away at this moment, just surrounding the Chinese army camp from afar, and more than a dozen masters of advanced cultivation in each battalion worked together to support the vitality shield as thick as the city wall to protect the robe behind them. But he was still forced back by the raging aura tide for more than ten miles again! Without him, the life and death fighting method of the two Heavenly Spirit Realm great immortals. Rong had to take his life seriously as a fool to step forward.

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The ugly male sheep who turned into a burly sheep's horn body didn't expect the woman in purple in front of him to be so domineering and difficult. In just a quarter of an hour, both of them were suffering from more than a dozen terrifying wounds! The big devil completely ignored the palm inserted into his abdominal cavity and smashed the flying national master Lu Ping with a fierce fist. The male loser only felt a hot true qi in his chest, and it was stirring in his body for thousands of miles in an instant! Spit out a mouthful of pitch-black blood: "What a domineering Zixiao Heavenly Skill, it's enough to taste! But if you only have this ability, little lady, if you want to kill me, it's almost hot!"

Lu Ping's purple clothes were bloody, her expression was cold, and she didn't speak. Turning his head to look at the sky in the distance, there was a great sun spirit fire rolling down. She just snorted, as if she didn't want the man to take all the limelight.

The national teacher Lu Ping stretched out his hand and stood up in a false position, and began to retrograde Zixiao Tiangong, that day. There is a rolling purple thunder falling from the nine heavens. The 100,000-strong army retreated again and again, straight back thirty miles!

"What a Zixiao Divine Thunder! Today, let's take a look at Benjun's Tribulation Demon Body and your Zixiao Heavenly Skill, which is stronger and which is weak!" The male loser let out a long roar! Stepping on the Demon Cloud, facing countless Zixiao Heavenly Thunder, he fought upward! Looking at the hundred demon shadows that roared in the sky and used their domineering resources. Tens of thousands of soldiers couldn't help but look solemn and breathe tightly. What a male loser and ugly, the demon lord of robbery!

The thunder shook and the lightning stirred. It took half an hour to calm down.

The clouds of the Nine Heavens turned into a torrential rain and fell in the coercion of the purple thunder in the sky, and before they could fall to the ground, they turned into a thick fog in the monstrous demonic flames of the Sheephorn Great Demon!

In the fog, the national teacher sat on the ground in a purple robe. His face was pale, and he closed his eyes and tried his best to suppress the power of the reverse devouring of the Heavenly Gong. After falling to the ground, the male loser who turned into a human body slowly walked out of the fog. Scorched scars strewn all over his body, his horns were broken, and his arms were gone. Step by step, he slowly walked to the national teacher Lu Ping and sat down cross-legged, revealing a grim smile. "It seems that this monarch is superior!In terms of healing and recovery, when will your human race compare to my demon race?" he bowed his head and said to the ground, warning the surrounding to protect the Dharma for me. Begin to close your eyes and run the Demon Crossing Technique...

In less than two quarters of an hour, the ugly ram who had closed his eyes and healed opened his long and narrow eyes. He twisted his neck slightly and stood up. Stretch out your regrown hands and scatter the clouds. A wisp of faint green flame popped out from his fingertips and rushed towards the place where the national teacher Lu Ping Dantian, who was still struggling to control his injuries with his eyes closed.

At the last moment, a three-foot sword light fell sharply from the sky, scattering the wisp of dark green demon flame and inserting it into the earth.

The male loser narrowed his narrow eyes, looked at the black-clothed young man in front of him, and snorted coldly: "Although Benjun is seriously injured at the moment. But what can a mere Yin God Dharma Statue do to me? Why don't you wait for your deity to come? Have you fought with Benjun again?"

The black-clothed young man crossed his sword in front of him. The sword finger wiped the three-foot Qingfeng: "Please also ask Miss Shui Zhuer to help me with all her might!"

A wisp of blood seeped into the sword. The sound of the sword roared, like a fire sword surging up, and the young man raised his sword and slammed into the ground. The Innocent Realm Toad Demon who cautiously dived into the ground and waited for the opportunity to sneak attack and seriously injured the national teacher was killed with one blow before he could make a move!

The male lost the sheep ugly just scolded lightly for the fool! He no longer took the matter to heart, but bent down and clenched his fists, and the dark green demon flame burned and clasped his whole body again. "You're an idiot who doesn't know how to live or die!" a dull voice burst across the yellow sand. The ugly figure of the male lost sheep exploded into a circle of air, appearing above the young man as if ignoring the space, and the ten fingers of his hands were clasped and smashed down suddenly! The young man lowered his head and stretched out his hand, holding the long sword upside down and stabbing it into the air.

"Boom!" The fiery red sword and the dark green demon flame clashed fiercely! The wind suddenly rose, and the sound of the sword roaring and the ghost crying sounded one after another! For a while, the space around the tip of the sword was faintly distorted.

The young man turned sideways to avoid the majestic mana that penetrated the earth, and his figure rose from the ground, drawing a round sword light and sweeping towards the neck of the male sheep ugly. The burly man whose horns had not yet fully grown lowered his head and leaned back, flicking his fingers at the long sword in front of him that was only a millimeter away. The long sword reversed and returned, and the young man slashed obliquely with the long sword, swinging a fierce and incomparable flirting leg!

The sword qi crisscrossed and the demon shadow roared. The captains of the battalions, who had slowly approached the tent of the Chinese army, had no choice but to give another order to stop advancing.

The young man's swordsmanship is exquisite, and his attacks are even more ferocious. However, he is just a Yin God Dharma. It's not a real Heavenly Spirit Realm Great Cultivator. And the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse. The male loser sheep ugly is the great demon lord of the demon shepherd's sheep lineage. The demon body is incomparably strong. He also practiced the Crossing Demon Skill, which is famous for resisting and resisting beatings, to the realm of Dacheng. With the passage of time, he slowly suppressed the young man in black.

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Purple-clothed Han Anjun stretched out his hand to resist the black-clothed young man who flew back upside down. took over the three-foot green blade called "Hero". Stretched out his sleeve to wipe away the jet-black demon blood on the sword: "I heard that you want me to personally fight you two moves?"

"Come on, come on, let Ben Jun weigh your kid's ability, if you can't let Ben Jun have fun!, you have to, die !!" The Demon Lord of the Tribulation lost the sheep and became more and more courageous, looking up to the sky and laughing wantonly. The battle intent is becoming more and more surging, and there are even signs of breaking through the Heavenly Spirit and entering the Mahayana realm!

Brother Ziyi smiled indifferently. Like a young man in black, he held a sword and held it horizontally on his chest.

The male loses the sheep ugly, this sword is learned from the third young master of the Central Plains swordsman, please go to the death of the demon lord!

The sword qi spans 30,000 miles, and one sword light is cold in nineteen states!

There is no more Demon Lord in the world.