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"Wow!"

The eagle thundered. A hurricane blew on the flat ground, and a figure soared into the sky, the pitch-black long knife in his hand waved, as if a wing was waving, and the long sword in the air clashed with the sound of ping-pong. With a clang, the long sword flew back upside down.

An old arm grasped the sword in mid-air, and slowly stepped in the air as if it were on the ground.

"Situ Lao Pifu, I didn't expect you to jump out first. Diao Shichang's eagle eyebrows and triangular eyes, unspeakably unruly, "Hmph, only you can make a big bully regardless of your identity." ”

In the face of Diao Shichang's sarcasm, Situ Ye was unhindered, with a kind smile on his wrinkled face, "Xiao Diao, your mouth is still so tricky." ”

"Don't talk nonsense, since you made the first year of junior high school, don't blame me for being the fifteenth. Diao Shichang was unruly, suspended in the air without assistance, his arms were opened, a sharp chirp came out of his mouth, and Dao feather phantoms appeared on his arms, and each feather phantom released a sharp and destructive aura without restraint.

"You dare!" Facing Diao Shichang's state at this time, Situ Ye's hair was open, his thoughts moved slightly, and he didn't need to command at the same time, the long sword in his hand flew out, wrapped in thunder, and flew towards Diao Shichang like a meteor.

"Situ Pifu is killed!" When Situ Ye commanded the long sword with all his might, a tiger roar came from the ground, and in the roar, the sword pavilion shrank on the mountain peak and trembled three times, and a big man in the shape of a biao jumped up from the ground, his forehead wrinkles carved a king character, the copper bell giant eyes were wide open, and he rushed with a long knife with tiger teeth in his hand.

With the roar of Huhar, the rolling tiger roar sounded, one after another colorful giant tiger rushed up the mountain, the wolf howl sounded again, at this moment, one after another beasts chirped, intertwined into a primitive music, this is the music of killing, is the rhythm of blood.

"Shangguan old thief, don't come to suffer death yet!" Wu Jingming stepped on the void, as if stepping on floating clouds, step by step, as if he came to the mountain peak slowly, swinging his hand, and the disciples of the Sword Pavilion who stepped forward to intercept flew upside down one after another, and before they landed, their entire body melted and turned into a puddle of pus.

"Centipede, why bother with juniors!" Shangguan Mo Yan stepped out and repelled Wu Jingming with one palm, and the voice was transmitted.

"Embarrassed juniors, old thief, why didn't you say it when you and Situ Pifu destroyed my demon clan's thousand-mile territory?

"This is the demon clan that turned into a human form?" asked Chuanting to stand on the roof and watch, if it weren't for the four of them and the demon clan, he almost thought that the other party was a human who had thrown himself into the demon clan. Fortunately, seeing some existences that had not yet fully transformed had a fierce collision with the elders, this made him change his concept and believe that the other party was a demon clan that had completely transformed into a demon clan.

"Are these two old guys okay?" asked Chuanting tiptoeing and his eyes widened, trying to see the battle in the distance.

It's no wonder that he is curious, the whole battlefield is full of shouts, even people who are sleeping like dead pigs can wake up, not to mention that when the demon clan attacked, Mu Yirou had already woken up Wen Chuanting and let him hide in a small secret room.

One to two, whether it is for Situ Ye or Shangguan Mo Yan, there is a lot of pressure. In a one-on-one situation, the two of them faced the demon clan alone, which can be said to be evenly divided, and there was still a certain amount of suppression in terms of force, but at this time, against the two demon beasts, they barely played a role in restraining them, and they could not form an overwhelming victory.

Wen Chuanting frowned, he was looking for the figure of Mo Mu and the others. Whether it was Shangguan or Situ, their dazzling sword moves and fists seemed to Wen Chuanting to be just a vague scene, and he couldn't see any moves clearly, and even made him feel dizzy when he looked at it more. The life and death of the two had nothing to do with him, he cared about the safety of Mo Mu and the others.

In the chaotic battlefield, no one knows what situation he will face in the next moment, ask Chuanting to mix up the battlefield, he knows the danger, and he is always facing the situation of falling. Mo Mu and the others had never experienced such a cruel fight, and in the face of the monsters that swarmed up, they didn't know what would happen.

"This Uncle Mo!" A red figure shuttled among the demon beasts, the jumping figure barely dodged the scratch of a gibbon, a tiger claw had gently probed behind her, and Wen Chuanting couldn't help but worry about her, fortunately, the figure who pounced forward escaped this catastrophe, and Wen Chuanting couldn't help but secretly wipe a cold sweat.

It's too thrilling, if it weren't for this unintentional forward pounce, the long sword pierced into the chest of a Xuan fox, the back of the heart would inevitably bear the slapping of the tiger's claws, and even if it didn't die, it would be seriously injured.

At such a moment, if the death sentence is pronounced for serious injuries, no one can escape from the attack of the demon clan without serious injuries.

"Situ Ye, you old horseman!" A huge roar shook the heavens and the earth, and Wen Chuanting, who was standing on the roof, felt a gust of wind coming, and his thin body shook, and he almost fell off the roof.

Wen Chuanting turned his gaze to the air with some curiosity, and the purpose was the colorful sword qi in the sun, and with the dance of Situ Ye's arm, it turned into a meteor and drowned Huhar and Diao Shichang.

"It's a normal battle, why is it that the big man seems to have suffered great humiliation in his roar?" asked Chuanting frowned, unable to say why. Just as he was about to turn his head and continue to look for Mu Yirou's existence, he saw an ice crystal long sword condensed from Situ Ye's feet, carrying him into the sky, and at the same time, crystal sword tips grew out of his back, rising in the wind, instantly turning into a handleless long sword, and the whole person seemed to be turning into a hedgehog with a sword spine.

The big man who was originally submerged in the sword qi appeared behind Situ Ye, and the tiger tooth long knife in his hand turned into thousands of sword shadows and slashed at the handleless long sword behind Situ Ye.

I don't know if it was recovered by Situ Ye or really disappeared, the handleless long sword behind Situ Ye disappeared and grew, endlessly.

Wen Chuanting was not concerned about the long sword behind Situ Ye, but at Huhar, who was facing away from him, the colorful tiger skin that wrapped his rough body, the upper body was intact, only the part that covered his buttocks was tattered, and faintly, Wen Chuanting saw that there were blood stains flowing between Huhar's two strands.

"Was it Situ Ye who sneaked up on his **?" asked Chuanting's wide-eyed eyes exploded again, and he still didn't believe it in his heart, he never thought that the old Situ Ye would be so despicable and shameless, and chose to attack the demon tiger who had lived for an unknown number of years. "I can't complain that this big man is angry, if it were a woman in white who fought with Shangguan on the ground, maybe she wouldn't be roaring with such fanfare!"

Wen Chuanting had a smile in the corner of his eyes, with indescribable sarcasm.