Qingming space?!

Wang Qianchen was taken aback, and immediately looked up at the top of his head, a virtual space quickly unfolded, the long street was still the same long street, and there were also cars and stalls on both sides of the road, but the people were gone, empty and quiet.

As a demon slayer, Wang Qianchen certainly knew what this thing was, and he thought that reinforcements had come and he was ready to attack the Eighth Prince.

But in the next second, his pupils contracted rapidly, as he smelled something familiar.

Immediately afterwards, at the end of the long street, several figures slowly walked out, led by Elder Qingcheng Mountain Horse, and four Qingcheng Mountain disciples of the Rock Realm followed behind him, which were the few who had appeared in the training camp before, and one of the disciples slowly put the Demon Suppression Bell into his waist.

In Qingcheng Mountain, there are a lot of [Demon Slayers], and it is not unusual to have the equipment of [Demon Slayers].

How are they again?

Wang Qianchen frowned, I heard that Elder Ma was sent to the military court by Song Chongjian, it was only less than two months, right?

"Wang Qianchen, meet again." Elder Ma smiled and walked slowly step by step, the coercion of the wall realm pouring down like a mountain and a sea.

At the same time, the four Qingcheng Mountain disciples of the Rock Realm drew their swords one after another.

Neurotic, simply neurotic!

As far as Wang Qianchen knew, both Qingcheng Mountain and Song Chongjian had put a lot of pressure on Elder Ma to prevent him from acting mischief without evidence, but he still found it as soon as possible, and the whole person was simply stunned!

Wang Qianchen couldn't be tough with him, so he turned around and ran towards the other side of the long street.

Seeing this, the four Qingcheng Mountain Rock Realm disciples hurriedly caught up with him, but Wang Qianchen's speed was extremely fast, especially when he landed on all fours, almost no less than the Wall Realm, he quickly ran to the edge of the virtual space, and then picked up the bricks and smashed them over.

There was a sound of "click" and "click" from the virtual space, and it was about to shatter, but the four disciples chased after him and stabbed towards Wang Qianchen with their swords. Qingcheng Mountain's swordsmanship is famous all over the world, Wang Qianchen did not dare to slack off, and also pulled out a long sword to fight back.

"Master, you hold on, I'll be fine right away!"

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the bricks came out of his hands and continued to smash the virtual space with a "clang".

With Wang Qianchen's current strength, it is a bit difficult to deal with one rock realm, but it is not too much of a problem. Dealing with four rock realms at the same time, it was really no chance of winning, so he quickly summoned Mr. Red Mansion, and then quickly danced the sword in his hand, and from time to time he spit out fire, make a light, and stealth, plus Mr. Red Mansion helped, he finally did not die under the siege of the four rock realms, but there were also a few more sword wounds on his body, and blood oozed from his shoulders and arms.

With a "click", the bricks finally broke a hole.

"Master, go!" The brick screamed and drilled out of the virtual space.

Wang Qianchen took back Mr. Red Mansion and hurriedly ran outside like a lost dog, and several Yanjing hurried to chase after him, but it was too late.

"You can't run!" Elder Ma, who had not made a move, took a deep breath, his stomach swelled like a leather ball, and then he blew out with a "whew", and more than a dozen sharp swords condensed by air went towards Wang Qianchen's back.

Several Rock Realm disciples gave way to these air flying swords, and Wang Qianchen also knew that these flying swords were powerful, not only were they extremely fast, but they also had their own cruise system, no matter whether they were in the sky or on the ground, they couldn't escape the other party's sniping.

At that moment, a diminutive old man with white hair suddenly entered from the edge of the shattered space.

"Eighth Prince......" Wang Qianchen looked surprised.

At the same time, more than a dozen flying swords were already close at hand.

The eighth prince stared, took a step forward, grabbed Wang Qianchen and turned his body, and those flying swords struck him on the back. Although the Eighth Prince had not regained his true form, his back was still quite hard, as if he was covered with a layer of turtle shells—either Wanru, or turtle shells.

Those flying swords were blocked, and they fell to the ground with a "clanging bell", and turned into invisible air.

"Who?!" Elder Ma shouted: "I'm seeking revenge in Qingcheng Mountain, don't meddle in things!" ”

"Hahaha, what is Qingcheng Mountain, I am the cave master of Taihang Cave!" The Eighth Prince laughed, and after shooting down those flying swords, his hands stretched out and turned into two sharp claws, and when he heard a few "clicks", the four Qingcheng Mountain disciples of the Rock Realm were torn off their necks and died on the spot.

"Ahh

Elder Ma pounced on the Eighth Prince like crazy, and at the same time, he kept spitting out flying swords from his mouth, and those flying swords were like dexterous snakes, almost covering the sky and the sun, and penetrating everywhere.

The eighth prince shook his body, and a huge brown turtle immediately appeared.