Although Banjiao bowed his head, the three of them still didn't dare to relax in their hands.

Wang Dazhiqing snorted, and forcibly aroused the little remaining heroic qi, which shrouded the top of Banjiao's head.

When the other party is violent, he can restrain him at any time.

Liu Shaofeng lifted the tip of the spear with his right hand, pointed at Banjiao, raised his left hand high, and the three thousand armor soldiers behind him held a strong crossbow, just waiting for him to wave his hand, he would shoot towards the wound on this demon's body.

Although Li Fugui put away the hanging painting and disregarded his contemptuous thoughts, his movements were still slow for a moment.

After Lao Wu and Mo Yunqi's master and apprentice were ready, took out the long sword, floating dust and bronze mirror that had just been seized, and placed the people who had fallen into the water and were rescued, Li Fugui prepared his set of talismans for battle from a gold silk brocade storage bag.

The rest of the boats, passengers, and fishermen were mere mortals, and the successive frightes had exhausted their courage, and they were finally rescued from the waves, and they could only huddle together at this time.

The entire river, except for Wang Lin, was a half-demon beast that was mourning and seeking relief, three or five trembling monks like a great enemy, three thousand armor soldiers who were nervous and fighting to the death, and a group of trembling mortal fishermen.

In this tense and terrifying environment, no one dares to take a breath.

Only Wang Lin, who was sleeping on the boat, heard the sound of "whirring" from time to time, which seemed unscrupulous and extremely comfortable.

Li Fugui, who had been a little unseen before, swept his gaze over the Taoist who was safely bowed by this half-Jiao demon, and countless questions and surprises suddenly rose in his heart.

But no matter how he probed the drunken Taoist priest on the ship, he couldn't find the slightest fluctuation of aura.

This Taoist person is like a drunkard who has no cultivation.

But how dare a mortal drunk fall asleep at such a time?

How could this eel demon, who was about to turn into a dragon, go to worship a mortal?

He glanced back at Wang Dazhi, who was born in Shengyi Academy, and found that this Senior Brother Wang also had a serious face, and obviously he didn't look like he could see the details of this person.

Li Fugui was taken aback, not only did he despise this drunken Taoist because the two of them couldn't detect the fluctuations of the aura, but he felt that he had met a Taoist master who couldn't see through it, and imagined it even more unfathomable.

This eel demon is a demon beast that is about to break through to the Jindan stage, even if the predecessors of the ordinary Jindan stage are here, I am afraid that they will not let this vicious and untamable demon beast kowtow so respectfully, right?

Above the golden pill...... Could this person ..... It's actually the power of the Dao Gate of the Yuan Infant Realm?!

Li Fugui, who was sitting in the cloud car, was so shocked that a bullet shot up, and he no longer dared to pretend to sit in the clouds and close his eyes, so he stood up straight in an instant, and controlled the clouds high above all the way down to the water, slightly below the deck of the boat.

Wang Dazhi remotely controlled the aura that remained above Banjiao's head, and also drove the car on the water.

"I've seen my predecessors, thanks to my predecessors, otherwise I would have been negligent, I'm afraid that this monster would hurt innocent people." Li Fugui said respectfully to Wang Lin.

Wang Lin shook his head, got up drunkenly, and staggered:

"This is just a little trick, my cultivation is low, and I don't deserve your senior."

Then he stepped out, retracted his sword and sword box, leaned on the wooden box, and sat crookedly on top of Banjiao's head.

Wang Lin put the ten fingers of both hands and gently tapped them on the top of Banjiao's head.

He had used the six-vein divine sword before, and he had already verified that the sword qi under his full urging could completely pierce the eel demon's defense.

"The Sword Comes"

It's just that at that time, due to the wrong position, I had to puncture the upper and lower jaws of this demon's mouth.

And the follow-up was blocked by demonic power, and the sword blade could not advance an inch.

But now there are Liu Shaofeng, Wang Dazhi, and Li Fugui on the side.

The various methods of the three of them were constantly suppressing and consuming its demonic power, and it was quickly drained, so that it no longer had the majestic demonic power to build the peak of the foundation, and could only resist with its physical body.

At that time, under his own ten fingers, this matter will be completely over.

Wang Lin glanced at the three of them.

Li Fugui was the first to react, took out a large pile of rune paper, turned into swords, guns, swords, halberds, wind, ice, thunder and fire, and fiercely attacked the half-Jiao who bowed his head and wailed.

This hand is far stronger than Mo Yunzi's arrow loss talismans, and it is not a grade talisman at all.

Liu Shaofeng was across the water, urging the spear in his hand from afar, and the red tasseled spear soared to ten zhang, and the spikes quickly rushed towards his waist and abdomen.

Wang Dazhi saw that the monster had already bowed his head, but he didn't expect the other two colleagues to suddenly burst into a sneak attack.

But he didn't hesitate too much, urging Haoran's qi, pressing down, taking out a pen in his hand and drawing, trying his best to suppress the fluctuations of this half Jiao's demonic power.

How can an eel, which has been in the river for hundreds or thousands of years, withstand these attacks?

The xenomorphic mana in its body, which caused it to itch unbearably, had already involved most of its demonic energy, trying to surround and intercept it, and consume this terrible source of pain in its body.

Originally, it thought that it would not be able to defeat the other party, so it would bow its head and apologize, and reconcile with these monks, and it would be safe and sound.

After all, it didn't cause any real damage to the other party, it just caused a few mortals to drown.

It is the son and grandson who were killed, and the eyes were stabbed blind, and the situation is soft, can there be any mistakes?

But what it never expected was that when it couldn't see now, it was suddenly caught off guard by the three of them, and the remaining demonic power had to quickly flow to its waist to resist the attack in front of it.

Seeing that the time had come, Wang Lin didn't say a word, and directly used the six-vein divine sword with all his might.

I saw that before the half-Jiao's body could react, the huge demon body was just about to stretch, and ten giant swords passed through its skull and pierced into the bottom of the river.

The eel's body struggled and writhed twice, but its head fell straight to the bottom of the river as if it had broken a thread.