The three ghosts and one demon who came in were very good, they were Zhang Bingyao's right-hand men, they were all earth-level masters, and the twelve exorcists brought by Zheng Yan were not opponents at all.

If it weren't for the sound of Zheng Yan's flute, when the enemy rushed into range, he could kill twelve exorcists in three moves.

If you want to kill Zheng Yan, and you have to defeat Zheng's twelve guards, you must have a quick battle, Zheng Yan's flute floating around, there is no order to see it, the cunning of the human race they have learned countless times, as long as time permits, can make earth-shattering moves, must not give time.

One of the twelve exorcists fell, and the others were murdered one after another, Wang Jingze scolded in his heart, the camel actually deceived him to this dangerous place, the strength of the three ghosts and one demon was strong, not comparable to the little demons such as the red eye, and the dangerous aura made him nervous.

The advent of the god Wei Yong, it was Wei Wenxiang who came out to resist, and Pantian against the dragon to help, this battlefield with a strong aura was the first time he encountered, and now Wei Wenxiang controlled the breath of his heart for him, unable to withdraw, and the dragon elephant was slow to pose every time.

I felt a little guilty of being too greedy in my heart, feeling that I learned to draw the ghost talisman of the camel, and made my own clay figure to help me practice swordsmanship, there were still so many masters hidden outside the city, how could the human race make such an old enemy.

In front of the master, Wang Jingze knew his embarrassment, he wanted to go to the fire sign for help, and then his ears rang: "Boy, fear will not bring hope for life, resistance has a glimmer of life, I see that your strength is not bad, cooperate with me to complete the demon extermination array, and protecting me is equivalent to protecting yourself." ”

The voice sounded in his ears, but there was no one around, except for a few people killed on the battlefield and a struggling exorcist, Wang Jingze asked nervously, "Who? Who is talking to me?" ”

"There are still seven strokes left in the Demon Slaying Array, and it will be completed soon!"

Zheng Yan floated around, Wang Jingze's eyes moved to him, and he began to wonder in his heart, and then firmly believed that this person was talking to him again, and asked, "What should I do!"

As soon as Wang Jingze finished asking, the last guard fell, and the three ghosts and one demon attacked Zheng Yan together, Wang Jingze jumped, the invisible sword in his hand rose, blocking the enemy's first attack, his hand was shocked, kept shaking, and the crack in his heart increased.

The blow just now resisted him, but he used all his strength, the scar that affected his heart, the corners of his mouth moved blood, and the four of them attacked together, and their strength was no less than that of a first-class exorcist of the earth, but they were blocked by a small exorcist of the human race, and the proud three ghosts and one demon were naturally uncomfortable, so they had to find face, and nodded at each other.

It seems that the three ghosts and one demon have murderous intentions towards the two, Zheng Yan played the flute and said to Wang Jingze with his heart: "There are still six strokes left!"

Since he can't escape, he will face it head-on, enduring the pain and waving the invisible sword in his hand, and facing the three ghosts and one demon to attack again, Wang Jingze looks at the enemy's offensive momentum, the pulse of luck and the spirit of luck, and the sword in his hand naturally reacts back.

Wang Jingze himself didn't know that he had this way of seeing through the enemy's luck, could this be the sword duel?

When the left eye fought with himself, he knew that it was not himself who was fighting with him, but Wei Wenxiang, who was more skilled in swordsmanship, and realized the highest sword intent of the sword from Wei Wenxiang's sword path: "Three thousand swords, there is only one sword!"

It's a pity that he still doesn't understand, Wang Jingze gathers the qi of heaven and earth, uses the power of the gods, and wields the sword in the three-element swordsmanship to lead a thousand rivers.

This sword move was as light and elegant as a swallow, but the accumulation was as strong as a flood that burst the embankment, and Wang Jingze felt for the first time that he could burst out with a power that he didn't even know.

The sword rose and fell, blocking the second siege of the three ghosts and one demon, with a drop of blood falling to the ground, Wang Jingze knelt on the ground, he was overdrawing the bearing capacity of the heart, Wei Wenxiang was nervous for him, and the fire sign had to appear with Wei Wenxiang to bless the balance of heart strength, afraid that he would overdo it and break his heart.

After all, the three of them are one, the good is that the three people benefit, and the bad three people also have to bear it together, and there is only one body, the fire elephant looked at the scar in his heart, and kept scolding in his heart.

The current situation does not allow anyone to replace whom, but to protect the heart, the fire elephant and Wei Wenxiang join forces to guide the force, as far as possible not to let Wang Jingze's luck affect the heart, reduce the load of the heart to the minimum, and survive this level first.

Attacked twice in a row, Wang Jingze was not hit, and the injuries he suffered could not allow him to hold on, which was a good thing for the enemy, the strength of the young man in front of him was probably not inferior to the defender of the city who played the flute, and if he couldn't kill him, then consume him to death, and then deal with the exorcist who played the flute.

"Five strokes left!"

"Can you hurry up?"

Wang Jingze gritted his teeth and asked, slowly stood up, the three ghosts and one demon of the union suddenly dispersed, separated in all directions, two contained and besieged Wang Jingze, and two attacked Zheng Yan, in fact, they wanted to distract Wang Jingze's attention and kill the two of them again.

Judging from the death of the twelve exorcists, Zheng Yan is indeed tired, and a quick decision is a top priority, Wang Jing Ze Ming their intentions, the mud bodhisattva crossing the river is difficult to protect himself, if he protects Zheng Yan again, he will definitely lose.

Seeing hope in danger, grasping the life-saving straw, everyone will not let go easily, Wang Jingze drew the ground as the boundary, Zheng Yan suddenly jumped into his sword circle, maybe he also understood his intentions, I don't know how to draw his remaining five strokes, Wang Jingze didn't ask.

The three ghosts and one demon were on the same page again, and the notes of Zheng Yan's flute suddenly changed, and the little ghosts and little devils on the periphery had a headache after hearing it, and a wail sounded, Wang Jingze was the closest, and he was injured by this sudden note, and his nose bleeded.

Zheng Yan knew that Wang Jingze would not last long, so he deliberately helped him, but aggravated his injury, and the three ghosts and one demon were shocked by the sudden sound of destroying demons, so they had to slow down, switch positions between each other, and plug their ears at what moment to continue the attack.

Wang Jingze raised his sword, slowly slashed to the ground, drew a semicircle, and then slashed out sideways, a long rainbow through the sun, accompanied by a strong sword qi to hit forward, dragging the approaching ghosts and demons, and then turned to the back, bypassed Zheng Yan, and approached the two ghosts after a few moves.

Under the suppression of the demon slaying sound, the two ghosts did not get cheap, but were forced to retreat a few steps by Wang Jingze, and then turned around to fight the ghost and the demon.

At this time, it was said that it was fast, in the blink of an eye, the two sides had already passed hundreds of moves, Wang Jingze put away his sword, his eyes began to dizzy, he was too uncomfortable, and the overdraft of his heart made him unable to support it anymore.

He has already attacked the enemy for the third time, and I am afraid that he will be here if he comes again.

"Two strokes left!"

Zheng Yan said to Wang Jingze, meaning that he would hold on for a while, the enemy did not attack the boundary he drawn, it was really good, such a talent, if he survived this level, he would definitely be vigorously cultivated, and he might be able to break the shackles and enter the Tianzi level.

Zheng Yan jumped out of the boundary drawn by Wang Jingze with the sound of the flute, and the remaining two strokes were not within his boundary, and at the same time relieved his negative force and fought against the two ghosts.