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Although it is only a low-grade spirit treasure, this kind of treasure that is promoted to a spirit treasure by killing the demon clan is even better than a magic weapon when dealing with the demon clan!

At this moment, the stabbing was placed, and the Xuan Tortoise Clan armor immediately stiffened there, unable to move for a while. He only felt that there was a peerless beast and a peerless master, staring at him coldly, and as long as he made the slightest move, he would immediately die on the spot.

So, he made the most classic defense of the Xuan Tortoise Clan - he instantly appeared in his original form, and his entire body shrank into the tortoise shell.

This is a turtle, not an ordinary turtle, once the whole body is curled up into the turtle shell, there are no gaps.

Xu Yiyang didn't care. He held the thorn in his hand and arrived in front of the Xuan Tortoise Clan armor priest in one step, but he did not attack, but looked coldly at the four evil path monks in front of him.

Then, the flying sword roared, and in front of his eyes, one by one, it sank into his body, leaving only twelve light dust swords.

Gently urging the sword technique, suddenly, the twelve flying swords fused into one, and a long sword of Zhang Xu suddenly appeared in Xu Yiyang's hand.

Hit it with a sword!

Xu Yiyang was shocked!

When the sword fell just now, it didn't feel like it was slashed on a stone. Even, the force of the shock made Xu Yiyang still a little disordered.

To be honest, in the face of such an opponent, Xu Yiyang really didn't know what to do for a while. This Xuangui clan monk made up his mind not to fight, and all his strength was used on defense, and Xu Yiyang saw the difficulty.

Before, the sword marks on those turtle shells had all disappeared, and the sword just now could almost be said to be the most powerful sword he could use now.

But although the turtle shell is full of cracks and almost shatters, it is only almost. As the turtle clan armor warrior urged the power, those cracks disappeared quickly.

Xu Yiyang frowned, and a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth: "Do you think that if you shrink into a turtle shell, I can't help you?" Just let me see if it's your turtle shell is hard, or my flying sword!"

As he spoke, it was another sword that gathered all his strength and slashed down!

The next scene was a little boring, nothing more than Xu Yiyang commanding the flying sword to bombard a huge turtle indiscriminately.

The armor of the Xuangui clan also has words of suffering.

In the beginning, he reacted almost instinctively. And this instinctive reaction also saved his life - if he hadn't quickly entered a completely defensive posture, more than a dozen flying swords slashed in turn, Xu Yiyang would have assassinated him at close range, and under the deterrence of the murderous aura accumulated by the demon clan who didn't know how many demon clans he had killed, it was strange that the armor of the Xuan Tortoise clan would not die!

can enter a completely defensive posture, and for the Xuan Tortoise Clan's armor soldiers, although they temporarily saved their lives, they also fell into painful torment.

Every time Xu Yiyang slashed his sword, he felt that his viscera was shaking, and he was in hot pain. His original carapace, although tough, but after all, he was just a demon general, under Xu Yiyang's twelve light dust sword fusion only full force slash, even if he resisted the sharp blade, but he couldn't dissolve all those powers.

Those powers were transmitted and shook his internal organs.

Every vibration of his viscera made him feel three points of pain, and his strength was also slowly draining.

Looking at the opponent who could not shrink back, Xu Yiyang stood on the spot, his sword eyebrows upside down, and his face was full of murderous aura! Those four evil monks, although they boasted of being arrogant and unrestrained, but when they saw Xu Yiyang at this moment, they still felt a burst of shock.

Even, they didn't dare to make a move at all, they just looked at the tyrannical scene in front of them in a daze.

Long sword, slash down again!

The turtle clan armor soldier couldn't remember how many attacks he had endured, he only knew that his blood was spitting as if he didn't want money. At this moment, the closed turtle shell was already full of blood he spit out......

A fear of death slowly emerged, and it grabbed his heart. At this moment, in his heart, Xu Yiyang is a peerless demon!

How many demon compatriots did this demon head kill to make that demon sword exude such a chilling murderous aura? Even, as if he had a spirit, he was staring at himself......

The deterrence brought by the thorns made the Xuan Tortoise Clan armor warrior start to think wildly. He thought that the thorns were cultivated by Xu Yiyang himself......

It was this misunderstanding, yes, this competition that had never appeared in the history of the cultivation world, that the Xuangui Clan was ashamed of it......

The Xuangui Clan monk really shrank as he shrank, feeling the pain in his internal organs getting heavier and heavier, and the bombardment became more and more difficult to resist. Even, he felt that he didn't have enough strength to keep the carapace strong and repaired......

Death is imminent!

It's okay if he was killed by a sword, but he slowly went to death like this, but he didn't have the strength to fight back, which made the armor of the Xuangui clan suffer.

Yes, instant death is not terrible, what is terrible is that you know that death is coming, but you can't stop it......

Therefore, in front of everyone's eyes, in the closed carapace, a shout suddenly came out: "This fellow Daoist, please stop......! Demon ...... Willing to serve you as master!"

There was an uproar!

Xuan Qi's face suddenly turned pale, and he just looked at the arena coldly. Pang Sijun laughed loudly, and a pair of eyes glanced over from time to time.

At this time, Feng Mingxuan, Ao Shan, Kun Juewang, and Qing Xilin couldn't help but feel a trace of happiness, and even the anger of the disciples in the clan being killed was eliminated a little.

The face of the Xuan Turtle Clan is a big shame!

The children of the clan, in the competition, were killed by the Taoist monks and had no power to fight back, and finally had to sacrifice themselves to save their lives as spiritual pets......

In this way, it is better to be killed!

But Xu Yiyang, when he heard the words of the Xuan Tortoise Clan's armor soldier, he couldn't help but be stunned, and the flying sword he held high stopped in mid-air: "Say it again!"

"Little demon Xuan Ting, I am willing to serve my master!" Xuan Ting, a warrior of the Xuan Tortoise Clan, said again without hesitation. Feeling that the slash stopped, he trembled and poked his head out, but suddenly saw a huge flying sword hanging above his head, and was immediately startled, and without hesitation, he opened his mouth and spit out a phantom, which was a small turtle.

Xu Yiyang is also confused, this is the standard posture of subduing the spirit pet! As long as a wisp of divine soul is collected to control it, then unless Xu Yiyang releases it, it will not be able to betray it forever. Even, under the influence of the controlled spirit, he will gradually regard Xu Yiyang as his biological parents......

In his mind, there was suddenly a trace of connection, and Xu Yiyang clearly felt a series of complex feelings such as the ecstasy of being in a desperate situation, gratitude to himself, and sadness about the loss of freedom from Xuan Ting.

However, now, all the opponents have been eliminated, Xu Yiyang glanced at the four evil monks, but he didn't speak, but began to clean up the battlefield in a big way.

Those Demon Sect monks have some treasures, but they all have the ruthless and vicious temperament of the Demon Sect. As for their storage rings, Xu Yiyang just put them away, but didn't check what was in them.

Subsequently, there was once again something that made the patriarchs of the demon clan angry - Xu Yiyang did not hesitate to put the demon cultivator corpses of the Feng clan, the dragon clan, the Qilin clan and other demon clans into the storage ring one by one.

"Donglin Pavilion Master, what does this mean?" Feng Mingxuan was the first to stand up, looking at Donglin Yongzhen with a gloomy face, "Your disciple, why do you want to take away the corpse of your own disciple?"

In fact...... Who doesn't know why?

Whether it's the body of the demon clan, or the inner dan, it's a ...... to the Taoist monks No, for the Terran monks, they are all natural treasures! Collected into the storage ring, it is naturally for alchemy and refining.

But though he knows, he can't say it. Therefore, Donglin Yongzhen pretended to be deaf and dumb: "What does Patriarch Feng mean at this time? The disciples of this pavilion may want to find a place to bury these respectable opponents!"

"Then you don't have to bother Your Excellency!" Before Feng Mingxuan could speak, Qing Xilin said with a gloomy face.

"Oh, I see, this disciple is indeed our Sword Pavilion disciple, but he has a bad habit, that is, he likes to bury the opponent's body in person. Although I am the head of the Sword Pavilion, I can't interfere with his personal interests. "Donglin Yongzhen is righteous and strict, but what he says is purely a scoundrel.

But I'm a scoundrel, what can you do?

Looking at the eight Mahayana monks behind Donglin Yongzhen, even as the patriarch of the five strong clans of the demon clan, he could only endure this breath.

Xu Yiyang Shi Ran finished cleaning up the battlefield and put Xuan Ting into the spirit pet bag, and then turned to look at the four evil cultivators.

"Everyone......" Xu Yiyang's voice was clear.

But before he finished speaking, he was stunned to see that the four evil monks actually sat on the ground again, took out a wine jug, and even took out an oiled paper bag: "My crispy Wuling duck is the best for wine!"

"Yes, yes, come on, come on, this kind of wine, but you can't miss it!" The four evil monks actually regarded this place as a wine banquet, "It's necessary to do it slowly, wait for us to have a good drink first!"

Xu Yiyang was dumbfounded, and he really didn't know what was going on.

I saw one of the evil monks take out four wine cups the size of a bull's eye, fill them with fine wine, and shout loudly: "Come on, come on, cheers! Brothers, I have used the 10,000-year-old spirit fruit, the thousand-year-old spirit flower, and dozens of 10,000-year-old elixirs to brew a good wine!

"Good wine, good wine!" Another evil monk with long hair and a shawl shouted: "Brother Tai, can this kind of wine have a name?"

The evil monk holding the wine jug was triumphant: "Naturally, there is a name. If a mortal is a mortal, he can get drunk to death with a single drop, and even if I and other monks drink a few more glasses, they will be drunk for a hundred years. That's why I'll call it Drunken Township. ”