No one could have imagined that the insidious and vicious sword came from his own side, and the person who attacked him was Liang Xiaoxiao.

Folding sleeves has incomparably rich combat experience, and has always had an indifferent temperament, rarely trusting people, Chen Changsheng has always been extremely cautious because of his growth environment and encounters, so no matter how charming and pitiful the two demon women are, there is no way to deceive them, however, even the two of them did not expect that Liang Xiaoxiao would suddenly attack.

From Tianshu Mausoleum to Zhou Yuan, Chen Changsheng has always noticed that Liang Xiaoxiao is faintly hostile to him, but among the Seven Laws of the Kingdom of God that he has come into contact with, Gou Hanshi is a kind and steady gentleman, and Guan Feibai is a violent swordsman, or an opponent, an enemy, but he never thought that these disciples of the Lishan Sword Sect would be insidious villains, let alone that Liang Xiaoxiao would collude with the demon clan!

The war between humans and the demon race has lasted for nearly a thousand years, whether it is the Great Zhou in the north or the Immortal Sect in the south, how many predecessors and fellow sects have died? As a cultivator, you should know that this is a war to exterminate the race, why is Liang Xiaoxiao willing to be controlled by the demon race?

The most shocked people, of course, are still seven. His lower abdomen was pierced by Liang Xiaoxiao's sword blade, and he was extremely seriously injured, but it hurt his heart even more. He looked at Liang Xiaoxiao, his face was pale, and his expression was confused, until this time, he still couldn't understand why the third senior brother, who had grown up together since childhood and took good care of himself on weekdays, would do such a poisonous move!

Liang Xiaoxiao didn't speak, her face was also pale, and there was a faint struggle in the depths of her eyes, but there was a sense of pleasure that was almost crazy in the depths.

It's pain, but it's also pleasure.

Chen Changsheng and the three of them thought about a lot of things and many possibilities, but in fact, it only took a short moment.

The demons have always been ruthless, seeing that the layout has finally succeeded, and Liang Xiaoxiao's sneak attack has succeeded, where will they be given a chance to breathe and have time to reason.

Teng Xiaoming swept in front of the three of them again with a flat pole with an expressionless face, clasped his hands back and forth, and smashed down again on his head without pity!

The wind on the shore of the lake suddenly shattered into countless wisps, and all the trees in the vicinity were crushed and fell, and the terrifying flat pole was crushed like a mountain.

Even if Chen Changsheng and the three of them were not injured, it would be extremely difficult to block the full force of the venerious twenty-four demon generals head-on, not to mention that their current situation was very bad.

The shoulders with folded sleeves were blurred with flesh and blood, and among some of the messy wolf fur that had not subsided, Sen Ran's white bones could be faintly seen. What's even more terrifying is that the cause of these injuries is the peacock feather hidden in the finger of the demon woman - the wolf boy can already see a trace of green in the depths of his eyes.

The legendary Peacock Feather has toxins that can poison powerful demon beasts, and now those toxins have begun to wreak havoc in his body.

Qijian was even more miserable, his abdomen was gushing with blood, even if he forced out his last strength, he could only barely hold the Lishan Magic Sword, and he couldn't even stand up, how could he fight?

Chen Changsheng looked slightly better. He rushed out from the bottom of the pit with his sword in hand, covered in ash and extremely wolf, with no wounds on the surface of his body and no blood stains on his clothes.

In fact, it just looks better.

Previously, he took Teng Xiaoming's first blow at the bottom of the pit, even if his body was bathed in dragon blood, he couldn't fully hold it, the bones of his left arm had cracked, and several ribs had been broken, and what was even more troublesome was that his Zhihai was greatly shaken, extremely annoyed and uncomfortable, his chest was extremely stuffy, and he could vomit blood at any time.

How can the three seriously injured teenagers face this mountain-like blow?

After Liang Xiaoxiao's previous sneak attack was successful, he floated and swept away, looking at this scene from a distance of dozens of zhang, and was silent.

That demon beauty, smiling like a flower.

The dignified lady had a calm expression.

Liu Xiaowan sympathized, and then waited.

Waiting for Chen Changsheng and the three of them, they died without any accidents.

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Of course Chen Changsheng didn't want to die.

There is no doubt that since he was ten years old, he has been the most unwanted person in the world.

In order not to die, he made a lot of efforts, and naturally he also had a lot of preparations.

When everyone thought that they were certain to die, including Shichima, and even the folded sleeves that had gone through countless encounters between life and death silently said in their hearts, then so be it, he began to work hard again and took out what he had prepared.

It was a metal ball with scaly lines on its surface.

Chen Changsheng poured his True Yuan into the metal ball, and the surface of the metal ball flashed with a bright light, and then trembled rapidly, and those scales did not break.

The sound of fine broken machine springs and metal grinding sounded intensively.

The cracked metal balls change instantaneously to produce several thin surface-like umbrella surfaces, followed by umbrella bones and umbrella handles.

These changes took a very short time, and the shoulder that carried the mighty power of the demon general had not yet fallen.

An old oil-paper umbrella appeared in Chen Changsheng's hand.

The umbrella seems ordinary, just like his people.

Boom!

On the beach by the lake, there was not another huge pit, but dozens of cracks about a few feet deep!

The energy splashed and hit the hard pebbles, leaving clear marks on them.

The terrifying rush of the breath swept deep into the woods, leaving mottled marks on the bark of the trees, and many birds that had not had time to escape were shot down to the ground.

The smoke and dust gradually cleared, and the echoes in the cliffs behind the lake gradually faded away.

Chen Changsheng did not die.

Because of the flat burden, he was blocked by the ordinary umbrella in his hand.

The edge of the umbrella hung down with a faint yellow light, like a curtain, covering Chen Changsheng inside.

He stood in front of Folded Sleeve and Nanami.

Looking at the scene in front of her, the demon beauty stretched out her hand to cover her mouth, shocked and speechless.

Liang Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows slightly, with a solemn expression.

Liu Xiaowan frowned slightly, revealing a thoughtful expression, as if she remembered something.

Only Teng Xiaoming still looked wooden, took another step forward with his right foot, held the flat pole with both hands, and struck down again!

The wind and clouds on the lake were carried by the flat shoulder!

Another bang!

Once again, the yellow paper umbrella blocked it.

But Chen Changsheng's face became even paler.

In Wenshui City, the old lady of the Tang family gave him this legendary magic weapon, and he once said that this umbrella can resist the full force of the powerhouse of the Gathering Star Realm.

It was also said that since the demon clan used some method to forcibly suppress the realm of the two demon generals of the Gathering Star Realm and send them into Zhou Yuan, then Teng Xiaoming and Liu Xiaowan are now at most the peak of Tongyou.

It stands to reason that the umbrella in his hand can certainly resist the opponent's attack.

The question is, how many of the general's all-out blows can be blocked?

To use magic weapons, he also needs the assistance of true yuan, and the number of true yuan in his is much less than that of cultivators in the same realm, how long can he hold on?

The most critical question is that the area of this yellow paper umbrella is not large, how can these demon powerhouses attack it in groups, and how can he protect the folding sleeves and the seven rooms?

There is no way.

There is no way for him to protect his companions, and if he continues to hold on, he is still in a difficult situation, so he can only send his companions away.

Just as the yellow paper umbrella defended the flat burden, his right hand reached out like lightning, and stuffed several pills into the mouth of the folded sleeve behind him, and at the same time stuffed a small object into his hand.

Those pills were antidote pills that the priests of the palace had refined according to his recipe. His medical skills are inherited from Ji Daoren, who is the strongest in the entire continent in terms of medical skills, so it is conceivable that the efficacy of these pills may not be able to dissolve the poison of Peacock Ling, but at least it can help to fold his sleeves and suppress it for a while.

As for that little cool thing, it's a button.

When he left Kyoto, he only took a button with him, thinking that he could help save his life if he encountered any danger in Zhou Yuan.

But now, it seems to be going to be used by someone else.

When Luoluo gave him the button at the National Education College, he made it very clear that this button could only take two people away at most.

Chen Changsheng held the umbrella and looked at the several demon powerhouses who were sweeping at high speed, did not turn around, and said calmly to the folded sleeves behind him: "Take him away." ”

The situation that the demons have set up in Zhou Yuan is definitely more than that, but the continuous events on the lakeside are enough to help them confirm that among the three of them, the first target of the demon clan is seven. Otherwise, the demon clan could have gathered all their strength and killed him and his folded sleeves first, instead of like now, until the seven rooms entered the mortal situation, Liu Xiaowan said those three words, and Liang Xiaoxiao finally took out the sword.

Folding sleeves understood this, although he didn't understand why the demon clan paid so much attention to it even if it was a closed disciple of the head of the mountain.

He also understood that Chen Changsheng gave him the button, which was equivalent to giving him the hope of life, and Chen Changsheng would have to face death if he stayed.

He also understood that Chen Changsheng would not take the seven rooms with him, nor would he throw down the seven rooms, so in the permutations and combinations, there would only be one possibility left.

At the same time, he understood that he was poisoned at this time, and he was unable to fight again, and he couldn't help Chen Changsheng if he stayed, so it was better to leave with Qijian.

What he understood best was that since Chen Changsheng had already made up his mind, no matter what he did, it was meaningless, it could only be a waste of time.

Without hesitation, he folded his sleeves and hugged Shichima, and at the same time activated the button in his palm.

In his arms, Nanami's little face was unusually pale, frowning, his eyes were closed, his eyelashes were blinking slightly, and he looked very pitiful, but he didn't know what was going on.

A streak of green smoke rises under the yellow umbrella.

At the last moment, he folded his sleeves and looked at Chen Changsheng's back, thinking expressionlessly, who is who's bodyguard? If he can survive today, it seems that he really owes someone his life.

Almost at the same time, the third blow of the demon general fell.

The ground shook violently, and countless clouds of smoke and dust filled the air, obscuring the green smoke.

Countless cracks appeared, and fresh soil tumbled out, like a field for spring ploughing.

The smoke and dust are quiet.

Chen Changsheng stood alone in place.

He holds an umbrella in his left hand.

He held a short sword in his right hand.

His expression was extremely serious, preparing for the final battle.

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(The name of this chapter is cooler than the Sad Sword, so use this instead, and the next chapter will come out before eleven o'clock.) ）