Suddenly, the demon mask flew out.

Yang Jian showed his three-pointed two-edged knife, and cut the mask in half with one sword.

However, the mask that had been split in half moved, and it slowly floated into the air, and then merged into one.

A green ghostly fire erupted from the mouth of the demon mask.

Yang Jian slashed again, and the ghost fire disappeared.

At this moment, a pair of miserable white hands appeared in the air, followed by a white garment, and then, these hands pulled the garment upwards, and two legs appeared under the white robe. After a while, a man dressed in white and wearing a demon mask appeared out of thin air.

"You are not so brave that you dare to bring Yang Jian here. The eyes of the demon mask looked at the twelve.

With this glance alone, Twelve Yuanchen was frightened and retreated, and they looked at Yang Jian with an almost pleading gaze.

"It seems that you have betrayed me, remember what I said to you, I can get you out and send you back, and now that it has come to this, then I will have to send you back to Hell. With that, two scythes appeared in the hands of the demon mask.

With a "whoosh", the scythe flew over.

Twelve Yuanchen looked at the speeding scythe, and knew that he couldn't dodge, so he closed his eyes.

In the next second, with a sound of "dang", the sickle fell to the ground, and Twelve Yuanchen did nothing, because Yang Jian's three-pointed and two-edged knife was in front of them.

Yang Jian turned the three-pointed and two-edged knife wheel and said to Twelve Yuanchen: "Since I said that I would let you go, I won't break my word, there is nothing for you here, let's go!"

"Thank you Zhenjun!" After Twelve Yuanchen briefly thanked him, he ran away without looking back.

Yang Jian walked up to the demon mask, thinking that he would stop it, but he just stood there motionless.

The face under the mask seemed to sneer.

Several screams came from behind.

Behind him, Twelve Yuanchen turned into twelve white bones, and twelve black insects crawled out from under their bones.

The familiar sound of explosions rang out again.

As soon as the demon mask stretched out his hand, the two scythes returned to his hands, he put his hands behind his back, looked at Yang Jian and asked, "Have you ever heard of a snake?"

"What snake?"

"It's a venomous snake that likes to bite its prey first, rather than kill it, and then it dies after a few days. Demon Mask said.

"You're one of those poisonous snakes, aren't you?"

"Not exactly. Because I'm just the executor, and the Gu is the real poisonous snake. The demon mask still stood there motionless, like a statue, and Yang Jian even wondered if these words had come out of his mouth.

"I have a question I want to ask you. Yang Jian said.

"That's up to me to answer. ”

"Who are you?" Yang Jian took a step forward.

"Why are you so curious?"

"Because I have to know. Yang Jian took another step forward.

"I can't answer that question. The demon mask finally moved.

"You must be planning some kind of conspiracy, right? Tell me, who else in the Heavenly Court is fake?" Yang Jian said as he pointed his three-pointed and two-edged knife at the demon mask.

"Yang Jian, I advise you not to be nosy, you know, curious people often die miserably!"

"Then it depends on whether you have the ability to do it!"

With that, Yang Jian turned into an afterimage and instantly appeared behind the demon mask.

With a "whoosh", the three-pointed two-edged knife stabbed over.

As soon as the demon mask raised his hand, the scythe in his hand held the three-pointed two-edged knife tightly.

The demon mask somersaulted, and a white shadow flashed.

After he landed, Yang Jian was already headless.

With a "bang", Yang Jian's headless body fell to the ground, and red blood gushed out.

"Yang Jian, that's it. The demon mask looked at Yang Jian's headless corpse, took out a handkerchief from his clothes, he wiped the blood off the sickle, and then threw the blood-stained handkerchief on top of Yang Jian's corpse.

But the moment he turned around, the three-pointed, two-edged knife stabbed into his head from the air.

Yang Jian raised the three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand, and the head of the demon mask exploded.

The demon mask flew far away.

"Boom"!

Blood, brains, and broken skulls splattered in the air.

Yang Jian learned the appearance of the demon mask, took out a handkerchief from his clothes, he wiped the blade, and then threw it down.

But in the next second, the headless corpse of the demon mask actually stood up!

He pulled out the sickle from his waist and instantly arrived in front of Yang Jian.

With a "whoosh", the two sickles went straight to Yang Jian's head.

Yang Jian was startled, quickly lowered his head, and the sickle slashed through his ear.

With a "zila", Yang Jian's cheek was cut open, and blood flowed down his chin and into his shirt.

Yang Jian was furious, and he stabbed horizontally and cut off the headless corpse.

"Break!" Yang Jian waved his three-pointed two-edged knife again, and a true qi passed through the corpse that was broken in two.

With a "boom", the corpse exploded, and countless corpse pieces rolled to the ground.

Yang Jian touched his injured cheek, and a feeling of pain came, which felt like hundreds of ants were gnawing on the wound.

At this moment, the mask on the ground in the distance suddenly floated up, it opened its mouth, and a green ghost fire came straight towards Yang Jian.

Yang Jian's ears moved, and when he turned around, he turned around with a knife, and the ghost fire was directly extinguished.

In the air, the mouth of the demon mask opened, and another demon mask flew out.

"Break!" Yang Jian waved his hand, and a golden light shattered the flying mask.

"It's worthy of Yang Jian, what a handsome kung fu!" A pair of hands appeared under the demon mask, followed by the entire body.

"You're not bad, it's just that your kung fu is too evil!" Yang Jian stood in place, looking at the demon mask that came step by step, and said coldly.

"It looks like we're going to have to decide the winner today. The demon mask brought the hands behind his back to him, and in his hands were two sharp scythes.

"Come on!" Yang Jian swept through the thousands of armies with one move, and a white true qi instantly emitted.

The Demon Mask threw the two scythes out of the air, and the scythes spun rapidly in the air, and when the scythe and True Qi collided, the scythes pierced directly.

Yang Jian and the demon mask bowed their heads at the same time, and they both dodged each other's tricks.

The demon mask smiled coldly, Yang Jian only felt a chill behind his back, he jumped in the air, and the two scythes drew an arc in the air, and then returned to the hand of the demon mask.

"Three-eyed divine light!" Yang Jian's third eye suddenly opened, and a golden light shot out.

The demon mask opened its mouth and spewed out a puff of green gas.

The golden light and the green gas met in the air, and with a "bang" explosion, the demon mask flew out, and he fell to the ground, clutching his chest, and groaned in pain.

Yang Jian walked over from a distance.

Seeing that something was wrong, the demon mask turned into a wisp of black smoke and fled.

Yang Jian just wanted to chase it, but in the next second, there was a sharp pain in his chest, and he subconsciously covered his chest, and then, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth............