The transcendents of the Anxia Sect who followed Su An from the north of the town went down to fight one after another, attacking the demon soldiers who attacked Chen Xingyun with their backs, and the two sides quickly changed from echoing each other from afar to attacking from two sides.

As more and more transcendents arrived from the northern neighborhoods, the Anxia Sect's firepower grew stronger.

Although the total number of them is not large, their cultivation level is high, not to mention defeating the enemy in front of them, it is easy to find a weak position to kill through the opponent's attack formation and merge with their own side.

It was at this time that Wanyan Haoqing walked from the shadows to the light, drew his sword and roared at the people of the Anxia Sect.

With his roar, the guards around him and the demons who had returned from the city to investigate the situation had extraordinary combat power, and they all drew their swords out of their sheaths, and rushed out from both sides of him like birds, their postures were vigorous and imposing.

Judging by the offensive posture of rushing everywhere, he actually directly abandoned the long-range shooting method and wanted to fight hand-to-hand with the transcendents of the Anxia Sect.

No fancy hand-to-hand combat, of course, can cause damage faster than hiding behind cover and shooting at each other, and the winner and loser can be separated earlier, and the danger level is increased exponentially, and the losing side can't run if it wants to open the distance, which can be described as endless.

At the time of crisis, Wanyan Haoqing chose to fight to the death, and all the demon clan monks burst out with the majestic battle intent of the Jedi counterattack, each with more fierce eyes and awe-inspiring killing intent than the other.

"This man is left to me."

In the face of the fierce and fierce enemies, Su An not only did not have any fear, but was inspired to have a strong ambition to compete for power, he signaled Zhang Yuying and Zhou Yi to deal with the others, and he rushed straight towards the thunderous Wanyan Haoqing.

The stronger and more ruthless the enemy, the more Su An was dissatisfied, and the more Wanyan Haoqing showed the extraordinary posture of who competed with each other, the more intense his excitement and desire to conquer the other party became.

Of course, Su An is not really a brainless man, he dares to sacrifice his life to attack, that is, he has a considerable certainty of victory.

The demon clan monks in front of them were indeed like wolves and tigers, showing a posture of not hesitating to die together, but their number was very small after all.

Those transcendents from the Land of Chaos, although they rushed out with the demon monks, their actions were not as simple and decisive as theirs, and their momentum was not as fearless and fearless as theirs.

Whether it is extraordinary combat power or ordinary warriors, the number of humans in the Chaos Land is far superior to that of the Demon Race, and in the final analysis, the Demon Race is just one of the many forces in the Chaos Lands.

Not to mention the aborigines, landlord snakes, large and small gangs in various cities and towns, wilderness and villages, just in terms of big forces, there are also black tides, rebels, churches, and so on in addition to the demon clan.

The reason why the army formed by the demon clan is a ragtag army is precisely because of the complex composition, and the reason why the demon clan can pull up an army is just that the people in the land of chaos feel that it is profitable to follow them.

Such a mixed army is doomed to have uneven morale, limited command smoothness, low coordination ability of various departments, and far from being able to carry out orders and prohibitions and strict discipline.

When fighting a tailwind, there is an imminent opportunity to plunder and the temptation to make a fortune, and they will be like a pack of wolves, but once the situation is unfavorable, don't expect them to persevere to the end and sell their lives to the demon clan.

Since supporting the Dusi military camp, Su An has fought three battles with the other party in one day, and he has long had a fairly clear understanding of this miscellaneous army.

If it weren't for the fact that the other party's organization was scattered and the combat strength was not strong, it would be easy to lose order when encountering a heavy blow, and fall into a situation where acquaintances would fight separately, and the situation was unfavorable, so they would just want to escape and save their lives, Anxiazong's few battles today would not have gone so smoothly, and after the previous chief of staff of the demon clan died, those two companies would not have been defeated so quickly.

The reason why such a demon army can beat the Dusi army to the point is because the Dusi army is corrupt and degenerate to a very terrible degree.

When it comes to a team of transcendents who are united and cooperative, they don't have any advantage to speak of.

Such an army can fight, relying on the demon monks and demons who are the backbone of the charge to take the lead, once the demons show their declining momentum, the rest of the extraordinary combat power and ordinary soldiers will never have the heart to fight hard.

In other words, if there was a regular army of demon clans stationed in the town, Su An would not dare to launch a night attack.

At this moment, Su An, who had a long sword in his hand, was unstoppable, and in the blink of an eye, he collided head-on with a demon monk, a high-level demon, and two transcendents.

The one who took the lead was a fourth-level demon cultivator with angry eyes, and seeing that Su An had no companions within five meters, he let out a contemptuous cold snort from his nostrils.

There was a sudden acceleration under his feet, and he instantly narrowed the distance between each other, and the original force battle knife in his hand slashed heavily towards Su An's head!

His idea was simple and straightforward:

Taking advantage of the speed and strength of the demon cultivator to defeat the transcendents of the same realm, he suppressed Su An's body and made Su An tired of parrying, and could only be killed by the high-level demons who followed him.

When the long knife fell, the demon cultivator saw the obvious sarcasm on Su An's face.

This made him furious.

You, a fourth-level transcendent, why should you despise the full force of a fellow realm demon cultivator?!

In the next moment, the demon cultivator's anger and killing intent dissipated.

Before his knife hit Su An, his throat had been cut by the tip of the sword first!

The demon cultivator's pupils dilated in an instant, and he didn't understand until he died, why a fourth-level transcendent was so fast and so much faster than him.

The demon who followed the demon cultivator stabbed Su An with a knife, and he was about to hit him, but Su An's waist flashed and moved sideways, and the range of movement was not large but incredibly fast.

The demon was startled, and before he could change his tactics and attack again, suddenly his wrist hurt, a handful of flesh and blood flew out, and the war knife was suddenly out of his hand!

Under the severe pain, the demon opened his mouth and was about to scream, but when he saw the sword flash, his throat was instantly slashed, and he could no longer scream.

The two transcendents from the Chaos Land looked like they were going to devour Su An alive when they rushed over, but after seeing the demon in front of them fall in an instant, their hearts trembled at the same time.

At the last moment, they instinctively adjusted their bodies, and no longer dared to face Su An, although the war knife in their hands slashed out without any hesitation, but they lost the sharpness to kill Su An, and just blocked the space for Su An to attack and kill themselves.

Ding, ding, Su An's long sword easily picked up the two battle knives.

Without waiting for him to make another move, the two transcendents had already burst out of the fastest they could have, and they couldn't wait to pass by him, without the slightest intention of turning back and fighting again, and quickly rushed towards the members of the Anxia Sect behind Su An.

Su An also never looked back, not only because he didn't need to, but also because he was now in front of him.

He smiled politely but murderously at Yan Haoqing.

Seeing this smiling Wan Yan Haoqing, he only felt that his lungs were about to be fried: What's the matter, my Wan Yan Haoqing has been reduced to the point of being struck out by a fourth-level soldier?

It's just that Lao Tzu was commanded by your group of reckless men today, even if you punched the master to death, but you are only a fourth-level elf, how dare you rush towards me, a dignified seventh-level elf?

Even if you are stronger than ordinary fourth-level transcendents, even if you are an outstanding figure among the demon barbarians of the Yan Kingdom, even if you are a madman, what does this smile of yours mean, you won't die if you are killed?!

Wan Yan Haoqing, who felt greatly offended, stepped out, swept the sword, and took Su An's neck with a thunderous momentum!

He swore that he would chop the unknown little demon in front of him into pulp!

Su An staggered sideways and erected the sword to block, and with a bang, the moment the sword hit the sword body, the force exploded like a tide, and the huge impact made Su An feel like a mountain smashing it, and the sword body was slashed inward and bent inward, sticking to his chest.

Taking a step back, Su An dissipated this heavy force.

"It's worthy of a seventh-level demon cultivator." Su An's eyes lit up with a stuffy chest, and he was very satisfied with Wanyan Haoqing's strength.

Wanyan Haoqing, who thought that he could easily slash Su An with a knife and vomited blood and flew upside down, was either dead or disabled, his eyes were suddenly frozen, and at this moment, he had serious self-doubt:

What's the matter, my strength has dropped? I'm not level 7 anymore?

If that's not the case, why didn't a fourth-level soldier stab him after he was stabbed?

Annoyed and angry, Wan Yan Haoqing's face sank like water, he never thought that he would have to get a second knife to solve the kid in front of him, but now he had to continue to attack, and in a fit of rage, the war knife slashed at Su An with the force of slashing Huashan!

This time, he did it with all his strength, and he didn't leave half of his strength, he didn't believe that the other party could still die!

How can the other party not die?!

Su An'an's head rose sharply, and a strong sense of danger surrounded him in the blink of an eye, making his hairs stand on end, but he was still not afraid, nor did he escape, and his calm mind allowed him to make an accurate judgment in a moment:

This knife cannot be blocked.

If you raise the long sword to block, the sword body will definitely be pressed down, and if you can't withstand the huge power of the opponent, your movements will be scattered, and the sword blade may even hurt yourself.

And if the opponent presses the knife and sweeps down when the sword body is deflected, then he will definitely not be able to deal with it, and he is likely to be wiped off by the blade!

Between the lightning and flint, Su An relied on the pace of the "Qinglian Sword Technique" to slightly adjust his posture in time, swing his sword and slash, and meet the long knife that fell up and down against the trend.

The tiger's mouth was numb, the long sword almost came out of his hand, and at the same time, his arm trembled, the pain was like a pinprick, Su An took a step back again, his face turned pale.

After he finished watching Yan Haoqing, his eyes became even hotter, as if he saw a treasure mountain.

"He actually caught me again, how could he take me again?!" Wanyan Haoqing was angry and confused.

This was the third time he was stunned tonight, and even looked at Su An with a look in his eyes a little straight, "What kind of monster is this guy?"

"Obviously there is only level four, but the Force is not weaker than a sixth-level elf, no, it is even much stronger than an ordinary sixth-level elf!"

At this time, he finally realized that the young Yan Kingdom demon in front of him was by no means an ordinary arrogant man.

Although he was extremely reluctant, he had to admit that the other party had the qualifications to fight him.

When it was time to change to someone else, Wanyan Haoqing would speculate on the other party's true identity, and from this, he would think that there must be a master guard in the secret of the other party's identity, just like the Holy Envoy, maybe he would be suspicious again and want to turn around and flee for his life.

But now, when he came into contact with Su An's excited, salivating strange eyes, such a reality only made him angry and angry:

What the hell is going on today? Is there anything normal anymore? Is the sun and moon reversed or is the river flowing backwards? Is the world about to fall apart? I, Wanyan Haoqing, a seventh-level elite among the elves! Could it be that he still has to launch exercises to kill a fourth-level little barbarian?

Shameful.

Shame never before in my life!

Wanyan Haoqing shouted angrily and launched an attack again, this time he completely put away his contempt, and no longer thought about solving the problem with one or two knives, as soon as he made a move, it was an endless offensive!

The sword light flickered non-stop, like wave after wave, pressing towards Su An like a mountain of seas, leaving no space for Su An, and no longer giving Su An the slightest chance to breathe.

He wants to take the other party down in one go!

In the oppression of such an impenetrable sword shadow, Su An was like a maple leaf floating around in a storm, and every time the sword struck him, his body would retreat uncontrollably.

One moment it was blown to the left and the other was blown to the right, and it was crumbling and dangerous.

But he did not fall, just like the grass that bowed his head and bent down again and again in the wind, but always stood still, relying on the flexible pace of the "Qinglian Sword Technique", his body never suffered a fatal blow, just like a butterfly that flapped its wings again and again in the wind and rain, tenacious and tenacious.

Boom!

Another powerful sword strike, Su An broke the line and flew back like a kite.

The person fell to the ground after one in mid-air, Su An immediately leaned over and sank his center of gravity, his feet clasped the ground, although he slipped out for more than ten meters, but in the process, he always looked at the opponent.

When he stopped, his face was as pale as paper, blood was spilling from the corners of his mouth, there were several wounds of different depths on his body, and his combat uniform was badly torn and looked embarrassed.

Wanyan Haoqing stared at Su An, her face was like the bottom of a pot, and the corners of her eyes twitched slightly.

He really didn't expect that Su An would be able to survive his complete onslaught, and several times he was only one line away from being able to hit the opponent hard, but he was narrowly avoided by the opponent every time.

It's not just about excellent combat skills and good swordsmanship.

Under the pressure of the danger of nine deaths, he can always keep a clear mind, never panic, not anxious, and maintain a calm judgment, and the difficulty of it is very clear.

By this point, he was no longer angry.

He had a clearer fear of Su An in his heart.

Such a guy, as long as he has a little more time, his strength will definitely not only surpass him, but wherever the other party is active, the threat to the elves will rise in a straight line, and his final achievement is likely to reach the level of the Holy Envoy!