"Hehe, I thought it was someone, it turned out to be a rat that had become a sperm. ”

When the knife-carrying man saw the Yellow Wind Monster clearly, he couldn't help but laugh shamefully, for him, the demon clan was all inferior things, except for a few fierce beasts and divine beasts, most of the demon beasts he didn't care about, not to mention the lowly rat spirit.

Shen Yu glanced at him and said, "Knife bearer, do you think you can defeat this rat spirit, then you can give it a try." ”

The knife-carrying man is the most rebellious, and he can't stand the provocation of others, Shen Yu's words directly aroused the arrogance of the knife-carrying customer.

He snorted coldly and said: "A mere rat spirit, although the cultivation is not good, but I don't take him seriously, since you think I am not his opponent, then you can take a good look, how I caught this rat spirit." ”

He naturally could see that the Yellow Wind Monster was the ninth layer of the True Immortal Realm, the same as himself, but for the swordsman, his cultivation was comparable to his own, and he had already taken the biggest advantage, since his debut, all the opponents who challenged him, the realm was above him, and his cultivation was equivalent to himself, and he didn't disdain a battle.

Shen Yu didn't seem to be worried about the safety of the Yellow Wind Monster at all, and just shrugged his shoulders.

At this time, the knife-carrying man had already flown forward and faced the Yellow Wind Monster.

After the knife-carrying man left temporarily, Xuanyuan Guiyin also breathed a deep sigh of relief, the knife-carrying guest stayed by his side, and he was always a threat that made him feel fearful.

The Giant Spirit God walked up to Shen Yu and asked suspiciously, "Your Majesty, is this monster your subordinate, why do I feel that the breath of this monster is so familiar?"

The Giant Spirit God and the Yellow Wind Monster were both born in the Journey to the West world, and the Giant Spirit God had also been restored by Shen Yu to the memory of his previous life, although he and the Yellow Wind Monster were one a god and the other a demon, they had never seen each other, but they still felt that the breath of the Yellow Wind Monster was somewhat familiar.

Shen Yu smiled and said: "He is the Yellow Wind Monster, the opponent that Sun Monkey once encountered, he once fought with Sun Monkey for thirty rounds without winning or losing, and what he is best at is a strange wind, even Sun Wukong suffered a lot of losses back then." ”

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the giant spirit god, and he said: "Just this person has made Bi Ma Wen suffer, can't he be a monkey although he is very strong, but he should not be the opponent of the monkey." ”

Although the giant spirit god hates Sun Wukong, but Sun Wukong's strength is still undoubted, among the many gods and generals in the heavenly court, only Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun can be equal to the monkey, even the third prince of Nezha is a few points inferior.

Princess Iron Fan, who knew Sun Wukong, was also surprised and looked at the Yellow Wind Monster curiously.

Shen Yu smiled lightly: "That monkey is too cunning, naturally there is a reason why he is cheating and tricky, and he is unwilling to contribute, but he can't deny the strength of the Yellow Wind Monster." ”

Nangong Wushuang came to Shen Yu's side, and asked in a low voice with ripples in his eyes: "Shen Yu, this person is also your subordinate."

Originally, in her opinion, although the strength of the Giant Spirit God was strong, it was not enough to compete with Yunmeng Valley by relying on him alone, but now Shen Yu suddenly subdued the powerful back knife man, and now there is a strange rat spirit, and it can't destroy Yunmeng Valley, heaven and earth can't tolerate it.

Shen Yu squeezed his eyes and said in a low voice: "Wushuang, now I know your man's strength, if I help you destroy Yunmeng Valley, how do you thank me?"

Nangong Wushuang knew what Shen Yu wanted him to answer, so he just glanced at him and said no more.

Everyone once again turned their attention to the Yellow Wind Monster and the Knife-Bearer, and at this time, the Knife-Bearer had already come to the Yellow Wind Monster.

The knife-carrying man looked at the Yellow Wind Monster and said with a big grin: "Hey, where did you come from, you rat spirit, I didn't come to see your grandfather who carried the knife."

Huang Feng Monster glanced at the back swordsman and said, "Stay, you little doll, how can you talk to your Huang Feng grandfather, do you want to die?"

The back knife man was suddenly angry, and he didn't say anything more, two treasure knives suddenly flew out of the knife box, a superb spiritual weapon, and a low-grade artifact, although the back knife guest despised the Yellow Wind Monster in his heart, but after all, the other party was the ninth layer of the true fairyland, which should not be underestimated, so as soon as he made a move, it was two long knives.

Even against the Soul Heavenly Peer, he was confident that he would only use three long knives.

The Yellow Wind Monster scolded secretly, where did you come from, I didn't provoke you, and suddenly jumped out to fight with me.

But the Yellow Wind Monster is not afraid at all, since you want to fight with me, then I will play with you, it is also the ninth layer of the True Fairyland, who is afraid of whom

"Heavenly Knife"

"Lack of knives"

airplanes

As the words fell, the two knives spun rapidly above the head of the back knife man, rolling up countless blades, and the back knife man had an arrogant smile on his face, and he was in the middle of the blades, but he was unharmed, and the blades rolled up by the two long knives quickly condensed into a storm that spread over a hundred feet.

In the storm, not a single grass grows, the chaos fossilizes into flying ashes, and all the trees disappear without a trace, as long as they are swept by the blade, all living beings are flying ashes.

The giant spirit god said with a jealous face: "This swordsman is really powerful, the storm formed by his two long knives, within the storm, non-true immortals are not allowed to enter, otherwise they will turn into ashes, and the body of the primordial god is nothing, even if it is a true fairyland, it will be completely suppressed, and it will not be able to exert all its strength." ”

Originally, he thought that he was the seventh layer of the True Immortal Realm, only two small realms worse than the ninth layer of the True Immortal Realm, and he should not be much weaker than the Knife Bearer, but now it seems that the gap between himself and the Knife Bearer is still quite large.

There are a total of five long knives in the knife box of the knife-bearer, and now only two are out, or the weakest two, there is such a great majesty, it is hard to imagine that if the five long knives are unsheathed at the same time, what kind of shocking spirit should there be.

But Shen Yu was not worried about the safety of the Yellow Wind Monster at all, and when he saw the swordsman on his back take out two long knives, a sarcasm flashed in the Yellow Wind Monster's eyes, and he didn't hide it, he directly used his own stunt, Huang Feng.

I saw that the Yellow Wind Monster looked at the knife-carrying man in front of him, opened his mouth three times, and exhaled a breath to blow out.

Suddenly, a yellow wind blew from the sky. This wind is really a stake, cold and cold, the sky and the earth suddenly change color, the shadowless and invisible yellow sand is rotating rapidly in the sky, it is really through the forest and the mountains to pour the pine plum, sowing the soil and raising the dust to collapse the ridge, the Yellow River waves are completely muddy, and the water of the Xiangjiang River is surging and turning.

Before the knife rider could react, he scraped the slightly short man, plus the two long knives above his head, in mid-air, but they spun like spinning wheels.

The inexplicable knife-carrying man in his heart desperately used his mana to stabilize his body, and then held two long knives in his hands, put them away, held the long knives, and came forward to fight.

But the Yellow Wind Monster is not an easy person, I saw the Yellow Wind Monster slash his face and spray a mouthful of Yellow Wind, and the two eyes of the swordsman on his back were tightly closed, and he couldn't open them, so it was difficult to make the long knife in his hand, so he was defeated, and he was defeated before he could produce the remaining three knives.

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