Xiong Yihu's heart was full of mixed feelings at this time, looking at Nie Wushuang's eyes with expectation, confusion, envy, and fear, as for Nie Wushuang's wine glass for a while, Xiong Yihu still did not respond while holding the wine glass.

Nie Wushuang laughed and said: "Brother Yihu, don't be nervous, I am a monk who opens the leaf gate, I wanted to introduce you to my open leaf gate, but unfortunately, you also saw it, I am now a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, and it is difficult to protect myself, so I ......"

Xiong Yihu looked at Nie Wushuang, the wine glass he raised trembled, and his voice trembled: "Front...... Predecessor...... I...... May I bow to my predecessors...... ...... for the teacher"

Nie Wushuang waved his hand and said with a self-deprecating smile: "Apprentice, just my little trick, have you seen this group of black-clothed and masked guys? Pick one of them out, and you can take my life with a wave of your hand, if you really want to learn to practice, you should choose someone else, now I am a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, and it is difficult to protect myself." ”

While the two were talking, there was a sudden commotion at the door, Nie Wushuang looked for prestige, and saw a large number of silver armor and gold armor guards escorting the city lord Xie Siyuan to rush in, this group of people all had broken armor and blood all over their bodies, and some silver armor and gold armor guards were even supporting each other.

With this group of people rushing to come, there are countless mortals also running from the street, the original is not wide in the Dashan Jianghu Restaurant, suddenly by the fleeing crowd, soldiers crowded through, the wide street at the gate of the Dashan Jianghu, crying, howling is endless, among the crowd there are Qi training, foundation building monks, there are ordinary mortals.

Nie Wushuang hurriedly stepped forward, looking at such a crowded crowd, his face was unbearable, in the crowd, he saw that Xie Siyuan, the city lord of Tiger City, was also scarred, blood flowed out of the wounds on his body, with the support of several gold-armored guards, Xie Siyuan staggered to Nie Wushuang, barely stood and looked at Nie Wushuang, and gasped: "Wushuang...... Childe, Demon Clan...... Large-scale invasion, demon soldiers and demons will be countless, and now they have been stopped not far away by the people you brought, please ...... Please help Wushuang to save the people and monks in Tiger City, my city lord's mansion is not a ...... at all. Rival. ”

Among the Golden Armor Guards, some of the people who were slightly injured hurriedly said, "Demon Clan...... The demon clan is attacking in a big way, and the demon generals alone have ...... There are three hundred!"

Nie Wushuang looked at the crowd of people fleeing in a panic, his heart was shocked, and he hurriedly asked, "What is the intention of the demon clan to invade Tiger City with such fanfare?"

Xie Siyuan took a healing pill, suppressed the churning of qi and blood, his tone returned to normal, and shook his head: "Brother Wushuang, now is not the time to ask this, you quickly order, let you bring these Jiedan monks to protect the long street outside the door, now many people who have taken refuge know that there are many masters here, and they are rushing to this side, whether Hucheng can survive the crisis today depends on Gongzi." ”

After Nie Wushuang nodded, he turned around and said to the group of black-clothed masked monks who had surrounded him a moment ago, "Everyone, there is work to do. ”

Someone among the men in black said coldly: "Nie Wushuang, don't worry, we have our own measure for this kind of thing." ”

There is also a black-clothed person: "One person from each of the three sects and five sects, it needs to be a high-level Jiedan, protect Nie Wushuang here, and the rest of the people will go into battle together, and they will definitely kill these demon cultivators." As he spoke, the people were already running out.

At this moment, suddenly a burst of screams came, everyone was standing at the door of the Dashan Jianghu Restaurant at this time, and when they looked up, they saw the sky and the sun in the air, and the afterimages crossed from the air.

Among the nearly a thousand remnants, there were more than a hundred black shadows falling first, and when Nie Wushuang fixed his eyes, it was the group of black-clothed and masked monks from before, after they fell, many of them had torn clothes, and some even the masked black scarves fell out of nowhere, and it seemed that these people were not lightly injured.

Immediately after, two or three hundred figures of different colors shuttled in, followed by thousands of neatly dressed demon soldiers landing from mid-air.

"Sure enough, it was a big attack. "Among the masked monks, many of them saw so many demon cultivators, each gasping and staring, and the spiritual energy on their bodies slowly spread out.

So someone else spoke: "Everyone, there is no need to hide clumsily at this moment, show your blades, this time my human race's three sects, six gates, and four major Danlou except for the Ye Gate, most of the elites of other sects are here, if we still let the demon clan kill the tiger city to the end, then what face will we have in the future to call ourselves the elite of the human race monks?"

When that man's words fell, the hundreds of black-clothed masked monks beside Nie Wushuang quickly withdrew their long swords, each took out their own real battle blades from their storage rings, and waited for the battle.

Nie Wushuang shouted at the crowd: "There are too many mortals in Tiger City, everyone lead the demon clan into the sky and open up the battlefield in mid-air, so as not to be injured by mistake." ”

No one answered, everyone was staring and watching the movements of the demon clan.

At this time, the streets were in chaos, and the fleeing crowds flocked to the shops on both sides of the street, and the customers in the Dashan rivers and lakes and the mortals who came to take refuge were also crowded and rushed inside.

Yun Qian's long sword with a white hilt was horizontal, and he stood beside Nie Wushuang at some point, and said to Nie Wushuang: "My Yunmeng Sect's nine-eared flame knife can be used now." ”

Nie Wushuang glanced at Yun Qianruo, nodded, took out the nine-eared flame knife from the storage ring, held the hilt that was surrounded by blue and white light, and asked, "How can this knife exert its maximum effect?"

Yun Qianruo held the long sword in his hand and said indifferently: "You can't do it, unless the Yuanying Realm monk uses the mind in the sea of knowledge to stimulate the evil qi in this sword, he can give full play to the ten effects of this sword." However, you can directly infuse this knife with spiritual power, which can stimulate 30% of its power. ”

Nie Wushuang sighed, and suddenly his eyes lit up again, and he said in surprise: "Knowing the sea of thoughts, can this knife be effective?"

Yun Qianruo nodded and said, "Don't worry, so many Jiedan monks here have received strict orders from their respective sects, and they will definitely protect you from harm." ”

Looking at the nine-eared flame knife in his right hand, Nie Wushuang sighed, thinking in his heart: "This can be used with the idea of knowing the sea, but it is suitable for me, then I want to see how powerful one of the ten great divine soldiers of the Yunmeng Sect that Zhuge Yunxuan said in his mouth, and how powerful it is, and how many people it can save in Hucheng today." When he was muttering to himself, he suddenly remembered that Ling Dufeng of the Cloud Mist Sect had also given him a defensive treasure robe, he didn't care at the time, at this moment he took out the Cloud Eagle Soul Snatcher shirt that Zhuge Yun Xuan said extremely powerfully, held it in his hand, and was thinking about how to wear it, when he saw the silver light flickering, but the treasure shirt disappeared without a trace, Nie Wushuang only felt light, and sighed in amazement: "This is on?"

At the end of the wide long street, thousands of demon cultivators fell, some lay on the roof, some stood on the ground, some condensed in the air, long snakes, black panthers, brown bears, white tigers and so on all kinds of demon clan prototypes appeared, among which there were also a lot of human-like demon cultivators, I saw that they were dressed more glamorously than the human race, men and women were all wearing heavy makeup, and a stream of demonic energy soared into the sky.

On the long street, the scene is extremely chaotic, and the crowd seems to have known that there are masters who can provide them with protection in front of the restaurant in the Dashan Jianghu, and they are flocking in, whether it is someone shouting not to crowd, or there are golden armor guards who come forward to maintain order, the crowd of people fleeing for their lives does not care at all, and for a while, the shouting, scolding, and crying on the long street are endless.

Nie Wushuang put the nine-eared flame knife storage ring in the ring, stepped forward and tried to persuade the fleeing crowd to quiet down, and in the crowd, suddenly a familiar voice sounded: "Little brother, little brother!"

Nie Wushuang looked for prestige, and saw the old man who sold him ice powder a moment ago carrying a wooden bucket, holding the little girl Qin Yu, Qin Yu was sitting on the old man's shoulder at this time, shouting loudly to himself, Nie Wushuang threw the nine-eared flame knife back into the storage ring, separated the crowd, stepped forward, carried the knife in one hand, took the little girl in his arms with the other, and said to the old man: "Old man, go behind me." ”

The old man carried a wooden barrel, followed Nie Wushuang with frightened eyes, squeezed through a few people, entered the Dashan Restaurant, found a place just enough to stand, and said to Nie Wushuang with a sweat: "Thank you immortals, thank you immortals." ”

Nie Wushuang put the little girl beside the old man, touched her hair and said, "Little sister, you pay attention to your own safety. ”

Qin Yu's eyes blinked, and he clenched his fists and said to Nie Wushuang: "Little brother, go and help, I will protect my grandfather." ”

Nie Wushuang nodded, and was about to squeeze towards the door of the restaurant, but he heard Yun Qianruo squeeze to his side without knowing when, and pointed to the outside of the long street: "The demon clan has attacked." ”

Nie Wushuang was in the restaurant at this time, in addition to seeing countless monks waiting on the street against the restaurant, he couldn't see what was going on at the other end of the long street, just when he wanted to squeeze out.

Suddenly, Xie Siyuan's voice came: "All mortals enter the shop, all monks come out, and go up the long street to meet the enemy." Nie Wushuang looked at Xie Siyuan on the long street outside the restaurant and shouted, ignoring the scars on his body, holding a spear in his hand, and hurriedly attacked the other end of the long street.

At the same time, Nie Wushuang saw the group of black-clothed masked people who had followed him before flashing by, some of them were moving forward from the street, and some were flying up from mid-air, this group of people was really brave at this moment, and they rushed straight into the formation of the demon clan without hesitation.

When Nie Wushuang tried to squeeze out, he was stopped by seven or eight black-clothed masked monks, one of whom said, "You'd better not move, you can't participate in this battle." ”

Nie Wushuang glared at these black-clothed masked monks, and after a slight groan, he no longer asked to step forward, but just looked at the crowd in the restaurant, thinking in his heart that since so many Jiedan monks participated in the battle, it would be good for him to protect these mortals as much as possible.

The battle of the Jiedan monks, although not as good as Yuanying, is as destructive.

Bang bang.

A huge wave of air swept in, the roar was loud, the restaurant was destroyed in an instant, and the mortals hiding in it were hit by flying stones and wooden pillars, and died on the spot, and the smell of blood suddenly spread.

Nie Wushuang, Yun Qianruo, and the remaining seven or eight Jie Dan monks were full of mana, resisting wave after wave of spiritual energy that swept in, while shouting for everyone to dodge quickly.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The spiritual energy in Nie Wushuang's spiritual veins flowed wildly, no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't stop the spiritual power in the battle circle.

The battle in the battle circle was too fierce, and hundreds of demon generals versus hundreds of knots were not something that Nie Wushuang and the others could stop at all.

Seeing that from time to time there were ordinary people around him who were swept away by spiritual power and turned into blood mist, Nie Wushuang's face became more and more ugly, he took the opportunity to flash to the side of a black-clothed masked monk, and shouted: "Quick, you go quickly, let them drag the battlefield away......"

Before Nie Wushuang finished speaking, he saw a flash of light and shadow, and a young man covered in blood hugged a woman and landed in the crowd.

When Nie Wushuang fixed his eyes, the people who came were the two brothers and sisters of Lu Meng he met in Xiao Chen's magic instrument shop.

Lu Meng hugged Lu Ke covered in blood, stumbled apart from the crowd, and came to Nie Wushuang's side, and said in an extremely low voice: "Childe...... Save my sister......"

Nie Wushuang frowned, thinking about it, but saw Lu Meng slam his knees on the ground: "Lu Meng died in battle for the human race, although he has no regrets, but my sister has a good life, and I ask my son to help ......."

Nie Wushuang hurriedly stepped forward, wanting to help Lu Meng up, but he didn't move, and said: "Brother Lu, now I can't protect myself, it's really ......"

Lu Meng looked up at Nie Wushuang with a bloody face and said: "The monks of the Jiedan here are all under the orders of the prince, if the prince is willing to save Ake, Lu Meng is willing to be a human race, and he will not retreat!"

Nie Wushuang knew that the other party thought that these Jiedan monks were his own people, so he sighed, at this moment, it was meaningless for him to explain, so he nodded and said: "The same human race, Nie Wushuang is doing his best, you get up quickly." ”

Lu Meng didn't get up, put Lu Ke, who was covered in blood in his arms, on the ground, and said, "If I die, I hope that Gongzi will take care of my sister for me because of my love for the Terran war and death." After saying that, he suddenly got up, jumped up from the crowd, turned into a red light, and threw himself into the battlefield.

Nie Wushuang looked at the afterimage of Lu Meng in the distance, then looked at Lu Ke, and sighed: "Terran monks, they all have this heart, why fear the demon clan!"

When Nie Wushuang was sighing, suddenly a black light flashed, and a black-clothed masked monk fell into the mortal crowd covered in blood, and as he vomited blood and fell to the ground, a yellow mang shot out, only to see him grab it with his backhand, and the aura rolled a mortal into the air, and after colliding with the yellow mang, the mortal's body suddenly turned into a cloud of blood mist, and the yellow mang also dissipated into nothingness.

At this scene, the countless mortals who were still alive near the injured black-clothed man crawled out frantically, for fear that he would be used as a meat shield again.

Nie Wushuang watched this scene with his eyes open, his eyes were about to split, his whole body's aura soared, and he habitually turned out the Demon Suppression Knife from the storage ring, and slashed at the black-clothed monk who was seriously injured.

The black-clothed and masked monk was about to heal on the spot, but he felt a wave of qi attacking, and was about to return his hand, when he saw that it was Nie Wushuang who pounced on him in mid-air, he hurriedly rolled on the ground, dodged away, and then waved his hands at Nie Wushuang, opened his mouth and was about to speak, but before he could spit out his words, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Nie Wushuang knew that there was a big gap between him and Monk Jiedan, and he missed a blow, and without saying a word, the long knife rose again.

Who knew that two black-clothed masked men floated down behind him, one of them restrained him on the spot with one hand, his body was restricted by the spiritual power of these two people, his hand was unstable, and the nine-eared flame knife fell to the ground with a clatter.

"You damn it!" Nie Wushuang's eyes widened angrily, looking at the black-clothed monk who had vomited blood just now, and shouted fiercely: "Damn it!"

The black-clothed masked monk holding Nie Wushuang's left arm said: "The blow just now was a needle on the tail of a wasp in the demon clan, and it would not dissipate if it did not encounter blood, and he was injured so badly, there was no way to do it." ”

The monk was in tattered clothes, his face was also black cloth, and blood was mixed together, and he only listened to his throat grunt, and his voice floated out like hell: "In a hurry, do whatever you want, sorry." ”

Nie Wushuang shouted: "One life, sorry?haha, hello, very good!"

The Jiedan monk said: "In the battle of Jiedan Realm, between life and death, if I survive, wouldn't I be able to save more mortals?"

Nie Wushuang looked up and laughed miserably: "It is worthy of being the elite of my human race...... It makes a fucking sense. ”

With Nie Wushuang's miserable laughter, he had been carried back to Yun Qianruo, Qin Yu and the others by the two men in black, and more and more mortals gathered around them.

Being carried back into the crowd, Nie Wushuang took the Demon Demon Knife back into the storage ring, staring straight at the black-clothed man who used his mortal body to resist Huang Mang's attack just now, and felt a chill in his heart: "How different is this behavior from a beast!"

On the long street, affected by the battle, there are flying gravel and broken wood everywhere, and from time to time there are miserable sounds, hearing Nie Wushuang's blood churning, if it is a monk who dies here, then everyone depends on their ability, and life and death are free and determined, but so many mortals have no power to resist, but they have to be affected and killed because of the invasion of the demon clan, and some are even old, weak, sick and disabled, and Nie Wushuang's heart jumps suddenly.

I saw countless ordinary people on the street, supporting each other, panicking, often not paying attention, either swept away by the aftermath of the battle circle and died, or was hit by the flying gravel, broken wood, blood flying all over the sky, Nie Wushuang saw it in his eyes, and the hatred of the demon clan in his heart was churning, he tried his best to come forward to save people, but there were too many people affected, whenever he saved this, he was killed by the aftermath of spiritual power.

At this moment, the second floor of the Dashan Jianghu Restaurant had already been lifted away, leaving only some broken wooden pillars and stakes, Nie Wushuang glanced at Xiong Yihu and Qin Yu's grandsons who were not injured beside him, and said to Yun Qianruo: "Miss Yun, please protect them, if you go on like this, let's not talk about whether you can resist the demon clan, I am afraid that all mortals of my human race will die here." ”

Yun Qianruo didn't say much, and after nodding, the spiritual power around his body spread out, protecting the hundreds of mortals hiding on Qin Yu's side.

Qin Yu didn't know where there were some blood spots on her face, she saw that Nie Wushuang was about to leave, and said with a concerned face: "Little brother, be careful, my sister is here, Xiaoyu is not afraid, Xiaoyu has to protect grandpa." ”

Nie Wushuang's heart warmed, and after nodding, he turned around and stepped forward.

Several black-clad monks instantly surrounded them.

Nie Wushuang shouted angrily: "When is it, it's still useless to stare at me, Lao Tzu won't run, if you don't fight off the demon clan today, everyone is waiting to die here." ”

Several black-clothed monks looked at each other, and one of them said: "Wushuang, we can understand your mood, but between the demon clan and the human race, it is not the first time, the demon clan has always had a plan and a purpose, today suddenly so many people came to Hucheng, I am afraid that the plot is not small, recently the demon clan and the demon clan have been in close contact, I am afraid that there is still a demon figure here, we protect you, as long as the sect leader arrives, there are only a few hundred demon generals, no problem, but you are the master of the sect to protect, so you better go back." ”

Nie Wushuang said sharply: "Wait for those old ghosts, how long has it been since this happened? What about them? Are they here? Look at how many people have died outside? When everyone is dead, will they come to collect the corpses for everyone?"

Most of the people hiding here were mortals, and many people heard Nie Wushuang speak like this, and their good feelings towards Nie Wushuang increased greatly in their hearts.

Who in the Yunmeng Continent doesn't know, cultivators, who cares about mortal lives?

As the fighting outside the long street became more and more intense, many of the retreating Terran monks began to retreat into the dilapidated restaurant to heal their wounds, and the restaurant became more and more crowded with the influx of these healing monks, and at this moment, on the streets and in the sky, there were battles everywhere, and there were spiritual aftermaths everywhere, and countless mortals lost their lives if they didn't pay attention to it.

Nie Wushuang had been suppressing his emotions of participating in the battle, after all, he knew that if a few hundred Jiedan monks could not change the situation of the battle, he was afraid that going out by himself would be no different from sending him to death.

Just as there were more and more Terran monks healing in the restaurant, suddenly a light and shadow flew from mid-air, and with a few sounds, a man with a heavily painted face and a naked body fell from mid-air on several broken wooden pillars that were cut off on the first floor of Dashan, prostrate with a fierce light, grinning teeth, fangs exposed, and his eyes kept scanning the crowd.

With the arrival of this demon cultivator, more than 20 rays of light of different colors were drawn from the air, and I saw more than 20 demon cultivators of all kinds dressed strangely, all of whom were condensed into the sky above the restaurant, all of them opened their teeth and danced their claws, and their murderous aura erupted.

Originally, because there were seven or eight Jiedan monks in the Dashan Restaurant, many people hid here, but when these demon cultivators fell, the chaotic crowd suddenly quieted down, except for the seven or eight black-clothed and masked Jiedan monks who were guarding Nie Wushuang's side, the rest of the mortals and those injured monks were lying on the ground, and the demon cultivator who was prostrate on the rotten wooden stake hissed from his mouth, although there was no blade in his hand, he kept waving his arm, the arms of these demon cultivators were very different from the human race, and when the arms were waved, the palms were spread out, revealing long claws, and the killing intent was soaring。

Nie Wushuang's heart was fluttering at this moment, and after habitually taking out the Demon Suppression Knife from the storage ring, he suddenly remembered the Nine-Eared Flame Knife that Yun Qianruo said, so he threw the Demon Suppression Knife back into the storage ring, took out the Nine-Eared Flame Knife, and was about to step forward to fight against the demon cultivators, but he saw the seven or eight masked Jiedan monks who were originally protecting him flying up, dancing their respective weapons in their hands, and shooting towards the twenty or so demon cultivators.

At this time, everyone couldn't take care of Nie Wushuang anymore.

Rumble!

In the middle of the air, seven or eight masked monks fought with the seven or eight demon cultivators, and for a while, the restaurant fell into chaos again, and countless people took the opportunity to get up and run away from the restaurant in the rivers and lakes of Dashan.

Nie Wushuang and Yun Qianruo hurriedly released their spiritual power to protect everyone, and at the same time, Nie Wushuang shouted: "Quick, let's go, let's go!"

When he shouted, he looked back and saw that Xiong Yihu and the others were originally curled up behind him, but they were also scattered at this moment, he hurriedly stepped forward, and when he wanted to gather them, suddenly in the battle circle in mid-air, a black-clothed masked monk held a long sword in both hands, slashed into the air, and a sword surged towards the opponent with boundless killing intent, but the demon cultivator suddenly disappeared out of thin air in mid-air, and the sword cut out by the black-clothed masked monk was not the target for a while, and it roared straight towards the scattered crowd.

"Damn!" Nie Wushuang shouted, and the nine-eared flame sword in his hand slashed horizontally towards the sword.