With the help of the three quasi-saints, Yang Jian's pressure doubled for a while.

On the contrary, the Eighth Prince, who had been pressed and beaten before, took a breath, and there were three quasi-saints to help block all of Yang Jian's attacks, while he was only responsible for the crazy attack.

In just a quarter of an hour, the Eighth Emperor had swung out nearly a thousand swords, and although most of them were blocked by Yang Jian and the spirit armor on his body, there were still a lot of sword qi hitting him.

Looking at Yang Jian's bloody and embarrassed appearance, the Eighth Prince waved the magic sword in his hand and kept shouting: "Yo, isn't this Yang Jian, the Manifestation Saint True Monarch Erlang God? Wasn't you very arrogant just now? Come on, come and fight this prince!"

"Yang Jian, this prince has long said that you are not my opponent, who do you think you are, just a lackey of the Heavenly Court, this prince is the eighth prince of the extraterritorial Heavenly Demon Clan, how can you compare. ”

"Yang Jian, aren't you very good? Aren't you arrogant in mastering the top-level killing rules? Come on, fight with this prince, this prince just stands here and doesn't move, you come to kill me!"

“......”

Listening to the words of the Eighth Prince, Yang Jian's face was gloomy to the extreme, and he attacked with a three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand, but all of them were blocked by the three quasi-saint-level extraterritorial heavenly demons.

On the contrary, the expressions of the three extraterritorial heavenly demons at the moment were not very good-looking, and if the appearance of the villain of the Eighth Prince had been replaced by ordinary people, they would have been left alone.

But after all, the latter is the prince, and he is also the eighth prince of the Heavenly Demon King's favorite, they must protect him, and although the latter is a bit idiotic, they are indeed very generous, with their strength, they are mediocre in the extraterritorial Heavenly Demon Clan, but because of the Eighth Prince, they are already high at the moment, and even hold a real power.

Thinking of this, the three extraterritorial heavenly demons kept their heads shut and did not speak, constantly resisting Yang Jian's attacks, as if they had not heard the arrogant remarks of the Eighth Prince.

For a time, under the cover of the three quasi-saints, the Eighth Prince continued to injure Yang Jian, and the situation was worrying.

At the other end, Nezha, Dao Yuanzi and Chenxin also saw this scene.

They also wanted to support Yang Jian, but even if they burst out with the power of their own laws, and even their supernatural powers were displayed, they were dragged by two quasi-saint-level extraterritorial heavenly demons and couldn't leave.

Moreover, the mana consumption in the bodies of the three is also quite serious, and under the continuous outbreak, the shadows are endless, if they can't break through as soon as possible, then what awaits them is only death.

As soon as they thought of this, Nezha's three faces were solemn, and their movements in their hands were faster and faster, and they wanted to kill the opponent quickly to relieve the crisis.

It's a pity that although those extraterritorial heavenly demons are not the top in the clan, they have the treasures given by the Eight Princes, and their own strength is at the level of the middle and late stages of the quasi-saints, how can Nezha and the three of them easily defeat them?

In addition, with two to one, they sensed the intentions of Nezha and others, but they didn't think so, so they dragged it like this, and waited for the Eighth Prince to solve Yang Jian's coming to kill Nezha and them, which can be regarded as a kind of flattery!

However, at this moment, a voice that was so calm that it made people chill suddenly resounded in the venue: "Zizi, it's really lively." ”

Following the prestige, I saw a young man dressed in a white robe, wearing a Taoist temple on his head, and stepping on road boots appeared in the venue.

The young man is 1.95 meters tall, very tall, with 3,000 black hair scattered behind his back, and a Tai Chi sword with yin and yang fish on his back.

Looking condescendingly at the battlefields around the field, the young man's eyes wandered, and he quickly fixed on Yang Jian, who was in the worst situation, and the corners of his mouth outlined a smile and said, "Manifest Saint Zhenjun, do you want to help?"

Hearing this, Yang Jian made a movement in his hand, raised his head and glanced at the visitor, frowned, and said secretly: "Who is this guy?" Although it gives me a familiar feeling, I have never seen it. ”

Before Yang Jian could answer, the eighth prince took the lead in speaking: "Where did you come from, the little white face, get out of here, otherwise this prince will arrest you back as a male pet!"

As soon as these words came out, the young man's face in mid-air turned cold, and he saw him slowly pull out the Taiji Sword behind his back, and a pair of eyes locked on the Eighth Prince and said: "You are very arrogant, since this is the case, then I will let you know what the end of arrogance is." ”

After finishing speaking, the young man slashed casually, and a surging and huge sword qi quietly took shape, carrying the momentum of destroying the withering and decaying, and went straight to the Eighth Prince.

When the sword qi attacked, the eighth prince was instantly shocked into a cold sweat, and a voice echoed in his head: "Going to die, going to die......"

In a moment, the eighth prince came back to his senses, his armor had been soaked, his face was distorted at this moment, and he shouted frantically: "Damn, block it for this prince!"

As soon as these words came out, a quasi-saint-level extraterritorial heavenly demon suddenly rushed out with a magic sword, and the mana around him surged, slashing straight towards the huge sword qi.

Click-

With a crisp sound, the monks who were fighting fiercely in this area stopped their movements and turned their heads to look.

I saw that the sword qi cut off the magic sword, and directly split the extraterritorial heavenly demon in the middle stage of the quasi-saint into two, even the sea of divine soul consciousness was no exception, and it was too late to let out even a trace of screams, and a powerhouse in the middle stage of the quasi-saint fell.

"Hiss......"

In the next second, the sound of gasping resounded in all directions.

Everyone who saw this scene was shocked and inexplicable, and they couldn't believe that this was the damage caused by a sword qi.

Quasi-saint, that almost the top combat power in this battle, was actually killed so easily, many immortals, extraterritorial heavenly demons pinched their thighs at this moment, and felt the pain that pierced their hearts, so they were sure that they were not dreaming.

Under such silence, the sword-wielding young man in mid-air pursed his lips and said disdainfully: "Waste!"

Immediately after, his eyes as sharp as an eagle swept over, and he froze on the Eighth Prince again, and slowly raised the Taiji Sword in his hand and said, "It's up to you next." ”

Almost at the moment when he finished speaking, the young man slashed, and the dazzling and murderous sword aura resurfaced, slashing towards the Eighth Prince with lightning speed.

Seeing the sword qi falling from the sky, thinking of the power of the blow just now, an extraterritorial heavenly demon besieging Yang Jian was shocked, only to see him kick the Eighth Emperor back and roar in his mouth: "Eighth Prince, run away!"

Immediately afterwards, the extraterritorial heavenly demon burst into a shout, his body was full of light, and his body grew to a height of nine zhang at a speed visible to the naked eye, raised a magic spear in his hand, and activated the mana of his whole body to inject into it, directly facing the sword qi that was speeding away.

Under the gaze of many immortals and extraterritorial heavenly demons, the magic spear and sword qi collided together in midair.

Suddenly, a wave of qi permeated out, and the monks below the quasi-saint within a radius of a kilometer were directly knocked away by the air wave, spurting blood from their mouths, and only the quasi-saint could stand with his own strength.

However, before the immortals and the heavenly demons could come back to their senses, a crisp voice resounded again, the ink spear broke one after another, and the sword momentum slashed at the nine-zhang tall extraterritorial heavenly demon like a broken bamboo.

A smear of purple blood rendered the sky, and a miserable scream resounded throughout the battlefield: "Ah......hhh

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