Seeing that Tang Qingshan no longer attacked himself. The Miao Zhen Immortal can be regarded as relieved, this difficult young man will attack again, and he can only use the means of pressing the bottom of the box. However, he didn't want to do that. If you take out that magic weapon now, you don't have complete confidence that you can get out of it all.

"Oh, what you want is the Demon Nine Spirits?"

Tang Qingshan doesn't care what the Demon Nine Spirits are, or the Demon Nine Spirits. The night he saved Yuwen Jianyuan, the weak man accepted all his plans, but only put forward one condition, that is, to bring Yuwen Bei back safely.

"Old thing, I think you've misunderstood something. It's okay, wait until it's solved for you. I'll slowly find a way to break your sorcery. ”

I've been waiting for this old guy in this prison cart for so long. It's also time to collect some interest. The palm thunder in Tang Qingshan's hand once again emitted a dazzling golden light.

"It's not that I don't want to give it to you!It's that I can't give it at all! Now that the Demon Nine Spirit has become the climate, if he is out of my control now, he will inevitably go berserk. The Demon Nine Spirit is not easy to refine, once it is refined, it will not die or be destroyed! Now let him go, let's not think about it!"

Looking at the expression of the Miao Zhen Immortal as if he was lying, Tang Qingshan's brows furrowed very tightly.

"If that's the case, that means I can't kill you now?"

Tang Qingshan looked at the facial expressions of the Miao Zhen Immortal, as if he wanted to judge the authenticity from this. Unfortunately, he didn't get the answer he wanted.

"Old monster, though I don't want to admit it. However, your trick is really effective. It seems that I was negligent. ”

Thirty soldiers still surrounded Yuwenbei. The little guy's eyes were cold, and he had already broken four giant shields. The number of people who can step forward to defend and maintain the formation is gradually decreasing.

Tang Qingshan was dedicated to two things, thinking hard about how to break the chaos in front of him. In the sky, a figure broke through the clouds, and a middle-aged man who looked like a Confucian soldier galloped with a sword. The majestic coercion forced Tang Qingshan to kneel on one knee and couldn't move. The Miao Zhen Immortal was directly pressed into the dirt.

"The sword of the king, you can slay demons and ghosts!"

The man was in the air, swinging his sword lightly. A sword light shot like lightning, shooting towards the Miaozhen Immortal.

Tang Qingshan used all his true qi to resist the coercion, and blood was already spilling out from the corners of his mouth.

"Don't kill him!"

The four words that were barely squeezed out of his mouth, Tang Qingshan was also pressed into the soil. Seeing the sword light passing through the Miaozhen Immortal. Although this wisp of sword qi came extremely fast, it was like a breeze blowing in front of the old monster. Roll up a little dust on the ground, and the sword light disappears. Tang Qingshan was wondering, such a terrifying blow ended like this?

In the distance, in the middle of the military formation, the violent demonic aura suddenly rose to the sky. The dark red in Yu Wenbei's eyes had turned pitch black. The dark skin on his body turned pale, and the hairpin on his head fell to the ground and shattered into three pieces. Long, inky hair hangs down on the shoulders.

"Uh~ah~!"

Yu Wenbei landed on all fours, his face hideous and painful. A voice that did not belong to a human came from this body of about ten years old. With this shout, Yu Wenbei slowly stood up. There were faint flashes of magic patterns on his chest, and his hair turned from ink to red. In a few moments, a long blood-red hair hung down behind his back, and the magic lines on his chest disappeared completely.

"Oh, there's a big one here?"

The gloomy aura outside the previous peak permeated the mountain col. The middle-aged Confucian had not asked about human affairs for more than 100 years, and he didn't want to care. However, the yin and evil qi flickered and flickered, strong and weak. I haven't walked the world for a hundred years, and my heart is ready to move. Since the physical body could not leave this place, the middle-aged Confucian man smiled lightly and put down the famous classics in his hand. A clear light broke away from the body and flew into the sea of clouds. Yao Yao beckoned, and the sea sword followed.

After coming to the peak and the mountain pass, he looked at the demon old man who was the most evil in front of him. The Confucian Sword Saint Zhao Beihong didn't even think about it, and slashed it in the cold spring of April with one move. I thought that would be the end of the matter. Unexpectedly, this old demon is not the most powerful. A sword killed him, and a strong demon aura erupted in the crowd a little farther away.

Anyway, he had already made a move, and Zhao Beihong thought to himself that he would not stop doing anything! He raised his hand to catch the sea and waved it down again.

"The sword of the king can punish evil demons. ”

As soon as the sword was swung down, I saw a white figure on the ground with his knees slightly bent and kicked the ground violently. Facing the sword light, he flew towards him. With his left hand, he grabbed the sword light, and the starlight drifted towards the ground. The Demon Nine Spirits are moving forward against the wind, like thunder. The palm of his hand passed through his chest, as if it was passing through air, and Demon Jiuling was stunned.

Zhao Beihong took the opportunity to fly back and retreat, and the sea sword burst out with a majestic sword aura.

"The sword of the king, catch the sea and move the mountains!"

Zhao Beihong didn't expect that this little monster would be so fierce. The Demon Killing Sword Technique was easily shattered in the air. I can't cast spells with all my strength out of my body. At the moment, he no longer hesitated, and sacrificed the natal power of the magic sword to catch the sea. The tip of the sword fell, and a shocking wave suddenly rose in mid-air, surging towards the Demon Nine Spirits. The Demon Nine Spirit smiled evilly, grabbed his chest with both hands, and drew a magic circle on his chest with black blood. Behind him, a sea of blood-devouring appeared, churning up and down against the huge waves. The two sides do not give in to each other, and the advantages of one and the other are constantly being consumed.

The two huge waves gradually subsided due to the exhaustion of the aura. The Demon Nine Spirit has long since disappeared! Zhao Beihong frowned slightly, and waved his long sleeves at the side of his sword. A pale cyan halo centered around him, spreading rapidly in all directions. Immediately afterward, I saw him soar into the air and gallop towards the northeast.

Tang Qingshan watched Yuwenbei disappear from his eyes, and his heart was angry and anxious. He had an appointment with Yuwen Jianyuan in advance, and he saw that he could recover Yuwen Bei, but he killed such a master halfway. As soon as they met, they didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, and they were chopped indiscriminately. The Miaozhen Immortal must be dead, if Yuwenbei originally had this terrifying ability, then the Miaozhen Immortal would not be so wretched.

Now, Yuwenbei's appearance has not changed, but his skin color, eyes, and hair are telling Tang Qingshan that there will be no more Yuwenbei in this world, and some are just rampant demon nine spirits. The arrogant eyes, the terrifying spells, and the weird means of escape. None of them are within the reach of Tang Qingshan now.

Tang Qingshan stood up with difficulty and looked at the clouds under the northeast sky. The clouds flickered and darkened, and after a while, they disappeared completely. Turning around, he walked in the direction of the soldiers, looking at the people who had fallen to the ground. The corners of Tang Qingshan's mouth were bitter, carefully arranged, carefully seduced, and saw that the balance of victory tilted to his side, but in the end it was still in vain. Miao Zhen's death can be regarded as giving Tiefu City an explanation. Although he succeeded in killing Zhuang Yu, he breathed a bad sigh for the people in the village. However, he still owes Yuwen Jianyuan a favor.

The wounded soldiers were constantly being lifted up, and more people rose from the ground. Some are helping their badly wounded partners, and some are cleaning up the battlefield. Tang Qingshan counted the number of people. Only four of the giant shields were broken, and the inner abdomen was severely damaged, and it took several days of careful recuperation. No one was killed in the battle. Fortunately in the midst of misfortune, the sun appeared on the horizon at the right time, and the night of horror made everyone tired.

Tang Qingshan led his troops to slowly advance towards the agreed evacuation point.