"It's your turn." Xia Yang turned his head to look at the demon clan army formation behind him, which had collapsed.

"Boom, Boom, Boom......" Some arrows rained down scattered from the demon army's formation.

"Why, don't you want to wait for death? That's not going to work. Xia Yang chuckled, raised his sword and chopped down a few arrows.

Then Xia Yang moved towards the demon army, like a swimming dragon, and his body teleported like a ghost.

In the blink of an eye, he came to the front of the demon clan's military array, and with the slash of a sword.

Some demons have begun to shed blood.

The fear of the demon clan finally overwhelmed reason, and as several demon generals took the lead in breaking and fleeing, they finally began to charge.

Charge backwards.

"Hahahahahaha, one demon is three people? That's it? Xia Yang sneered and looked at the demon clan in front of him who were fleeing in all directions.

"There is me Xia Yang, one person will punish ten thousand troops." Some of the demon clans who were running slowly had already heard Xia Yang's devilish voice in their ears at this time.

Yes, in their opinion, Xia Yang is like a devil.

Which Terran monk in the Qi cultivation period can slash the Jindan Demon King with a sword?

Which Terran monk in the Qi cultivation period can punish several foundation-building demon generals in a row?

And what Terran cultivator in the Qi cultivation period can chase the demon army alone?

Luckily, they met today, and unfortunately, they did.

Some of the demon generals who led the rout had already heard the roar behind them that was like Shura's purgatory.

They ran faster, like lost dogs.

Xia Yang slashed very well at the moment, those demon clans that were killed by him, the despair and anger when they died were constantly washing his nerves.

He can only say that there is nothing more pleasant in the world than this.

Lao Guan and Lao Zhang on the city wall were even more dumbfounded, such a god was unprecedented......

Suddenly, it seemed that a little drop of water fell on the heads of the two of them, and the wind blowing on the city wall gradually became cooler.

Shanhaiguan, it's raining.

The two looked at the sky inexplicably, and the morning sun seemed to rise.

Xia Yang was still chasing, and there were not many remaining demon clans left within his sight.

He raised his head, and a drizzle fell on his face, and as if he had thought of something, he suddenly said:

"Shanhaiguan, don't cry."

Xia Yang shook his head after speaking, he may be too hypocritical, but so what.

From today onwards, Shanhaiguan will never be broken.

The demon generals who fled for their lives were also drenched in the drizzle, but their hearts were even more sad.

Why did you encounter such a terrifying demon of the human race......

The wind and rain are like obscurity, and the demons are roaring.

Xia Yang is full of spirit, one person and one sword, as if he has cut out the most rampant picture in the world

Two thousand ninety-five.

Half a day later, Xia Yang spit out a number from his mouth, he no longer knew how far he had chased, maybe ten miles? Maybe twenty miles?

But it didn't matter anymore, he only knew that nearly three thousand demon clans had died on his sword, and that was enough.

Because all he could see was the five figures still running frantically.

Yes, figures.

The spiritual power of several demon generals has been exhausted, and they can no longer maintain their huge original form, so they can only turn into human bodies.

Stumbling and stumbling in the heavy rain, running desolately.

"Don't run...... Xia Yang stopped chasing, stood still, and calmly said that the long sword in his hand was sent out.

"Ah!!h Several figures in the distance suddenly fell, and in a vague way, they seemed to be missing a section of their bodies, and they screamed in despair on the ground.

Their legs were all cut off by Xia Yang, and they were cut across neatly, and they were cut off together, as well as their last thoughts of survival.

They finally faced reality, or Xia Yang......

In Xia Yang's hands, it seems that no demon clan can run away alive.

They are no exception.

The long sword also returned to Xia Yang's hand in an instant, Xia Yang stretched out his palm to grasp it, and then slowly walked towards the figures who fell to the ground.

Xia Yang's steps were very slow, and he was raining leisurely between heaven and earth, washing away the dirt on his body.

His feet slowly stepped on the already muddy ground, and with a slight sound of shuffling, he approached the fallen demon generals.

The footsteps stopped, and so did their hearts.

The necks of the five people were cut off by a sword, and the last demon clan also died.

"Three thousand." Xia Yang smiled with satisfaction, he seemed to be tired, and his body lay down backwards without any scruples.

"Boom la la ......"

The muddy earth was brought up by Xia Yang's fallen body with a few puddles.