Luo Zijie touched his chin. www.biquge.info"If I say, I don't know. ”

I'll go, you'll tease me again!

Suddenly, everyone looked out of the house.

Murderous aura.

"Let's go first!" Luo Zijie's figure disappeared suddenly, and his voice seemed to come from afar.

"Withdraw!"

In the shadow of the rockery in the courtyard, there was a frail old man holding an iron cane, and his eyes were cold.

Da~~

Da~~

The sound of the iron cane gently tapping down on the solid surface was so abrupt that it was a little harsh.

The dark clouds gradually moved, gradually moving to cover the moon.

At the same moment, a man and a woman flew out from both sides of the courtyard.

It was Yu Hui and Yan Wan.

"This is the Demon Clan?" Yu Hui raised her eyebrows, feeling like she had seen it for a long time.

Yan Wan glanced at him and was speechless.

The other party was dressed in a black robe, agitating in the night wind.

Murderous spirit, flying between heaven and earth.

Whew~~

With a shake of the iron rod, wisps of dark light lines were entangled, exuding a sharp and penetrating aura.

The next moment, like a wind, hit.

Yu Hui is still unable to skillfully use the power of Wenqi, so she can only continue to use force, even if she exposes her identity, there is no way.

As soon as the Sky Slashing Sword comes out, cut off the Void!

With Yan Wan's tacit cooperation, it will not be too embarrassing.

He secretly pinched a few cards, and the air soldiers were also tracking and waiting by the other party's side.

The black-robed old man's shot was a critical blow, and the iron crutches were swept by the dancing tigers, and the cold light was sparkling.

The iron crutches formed an afterimage in the dim light, and it could be seen that more than a dozen crutches crossed at the same time, and the power of qi and blood in front of him was as fierce as a flame, and it exploded in an instant.

The mighty and continuous are like a huge wave overturning down.

The ground was cracked and shattered.

The protection was solid, and Yu Hui and the two of them could not break through the slightest attack when they joined forces outside him, but faintly forced to retreat.

The spear stirred, the vitality of heaven and earth was like a dragon and a tiger, and an afterimage faintly appeared in the sky, and the sound of roaring bursts.

, silver light descends from the sky, like a waterfall filling the entire area, and the night instantly turns into day.

Everyone instinctively looked up at the sky, and the two sides in the battle were also a little distracted and stared intently.

The silver light is like water, covering the sky, and the source of the silver light is the Holy Courtyard.

The moment they saw the sanctuary, most people were ecstatic.

Reinforcements!

I don't know how to feel it, anyway, it looks like a bunker, and the Wen Palace in Yu Hui's body is also faintly excited.

The two sides of the battle then separated, paying attention to the turn of events on the field.

The black-robed old man snorted lowly: "So it's mysterious." ”

However, looking at the image of the Holy Courtyard, there was more deep jealousy in his eyes.

In the sky, a white-clothed Confucian stepped into the sky.

The long-haired clothes are hunting, riding the wind and clouds, and the light behind him is magnificent.

His figure was extremely fast, Yu Hui thought from afar, there was an illusion, this young man's degree was too fast, and the light behind him couldn't catch up.

In just a breath, he appeared in the sky above Zhaojiabao from thousands of miles away!

His eyes were scorching, staring at the demons below.

Looking at it intently, Yu Hui figured it out, and the strong man with a high realm also saw it clearly, it was not he who dragged the light, but the light that pushed him, the light of the Holy Courtyard, the power of the Holy Courtyard.

In the Holy Courtyard, several figures were talking.

"There are only a few demon clans, the appearance of the Holy Courtyard is too grand, and there is not even a demon clan comparable to the Martial Emperor or Hanlin, so it can't help but bombard the flies. ”

"Then what's the matter, let the people of the world know that this Shengxuan Continent is the continent of our human race, if the outsiders come to attack, it will be destroyed by thunder!"

"Also, the ancestors left the holy mountain on the edge of the continent to defend against the enemy, and countless heroic souls have gone forward to succeed each other! In recent years, we have also noticed that the seal of this holy mountain has been loosened, and there are passages opened by the demon clan with secret methods all over the continent, although it is only allowed to pass through the demon clan with low cultivation, but it is a hidden danger after all!"

"Era reincarnation, the door of the destruction of the world is about to open, in the human catastrophe, the mainstay of our holy courtyard, we should be more vigilant before!"

"May the Terran not fade!"

“......”

Yu Hui doesn't have any ambition and dedication for the time being, he just plans to simply be happy with Meng Arc, and happily go to the Holy Courtyard to find his wife to get together, and then practice steadily......

This is one of the several steps of an otherworldly cultivator, and there is no shortage of one of them.

Now, what is burning his eyebrows is the trouble in front of him, and he must solve it first!

Hold a grass, a few demon crumbs!

But now the situation seems to be that he has been left aside as a supporting role, and he is happy to do it, so he doesn't want to be stupid and rushes up and shouts: Shoot at me!

My protagonist's aura isn't meant to die!

The white-clothed Confucian holds a seemingly ordinary Zihao brush.

The pen was originally unremarkable, but the surface style was simple, the tone was dark, and it was like a collector's item for some years.

The tip of the pen is dipped in thick ink, and a translucent small dragon appears on the surface of the barrel, coiled on the barrel like a living thing.

Scribes and treasures, and those who have spiritual objects attached to them are of the highest grade.

A figure flew up into the air, looked at the white-clothed Confucian with interest, walked towards him, and said as he walked: "With the power of the Holy Courtyard, you are just sending a little jinshi, which young talent of the human race are you?

This man was more than a foot tall, with a huge body, limbs like a barrel, a body like a jar, and a head like a basket.

He was wearing a dark blue brocade robe, and there was no wealth in the daylight, and he looked nondescript.

Scholars?

Yu Hui blinked.

Scribe Jinshi, warrior warrior warrior, this is not far from the power of the difference.

If you ask who is strong and who is weak, it is not very interesting, scheming, means, supernatural powers, exercises, city government, experience, war spirit, weapons, fighting spirit...... can affect the outcome of a battle.

What can be said is that the two realms are similar.

The white-clothed Confucian was expressionless. "Jumping clown, what's the nonsense?"

"Haha~~" The old demon laughed wildly. "I've heard that you demon scholars like crepe, and they are like foot wraps! Come on, come on, in our clan, if you talk about looks, I'm naturally the best! If you talk about fighting, I can only recognize the second if someone thinks first, but it's more than enough to deal with a few of you! Come on, let's fight!!"

The white-clothed Confucian didn't care about his reaction, Yu Hui looked at his rough facial features and was stunned when he heard the words, the appearance of your clan is really scary!

Yu Hui later felt that she shouldn't discriminate against different races, everyone's aesthetics are different, and there is no need to seek common ground while reserving differences in this regard!

But if you talk about war intent, this person is crazy enough!

This guy is crazy!

After the demon madman finished speaking, the huge figure flew up again, striding towards the white-clothed Confucian in the air.

It takes one step at a time, spanning several feet.

The vitality under his feet surged violently, like a surging wave, surging in all directions, and the houses and buildings underground collapsed and cracked one after another.