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From the moment he understood that Xiaoshan Jun was a demon, Cen Qing had been vigilant, and he was only slightly surprised by the puppet possessed by the fox demon called Po Xingzang, and at the same time threw out the little girl on his back far away.

"Five ghosts, protect Zhang Yu!"

The spear weighed more than a thousand catties, the trunk of the thick mouth of the bowl broke in an instant, and before the words of the command were finished, Cen Qing's body had fallen to the ground with the trunk, and above his head, the Whistling Mountain King jumped into the air like a fierce tiger, and the rain and leaves in the sky were crushed by his intertwined claws.

"I hate this kind of headless fight. Cen Qing fell to the ground and muttered, his feet sinking two inches into the mud, and the spear was horizontal, but it was the three puppets that were pointed at, "What are you?"

The puppet led by "Hee ......" laughed sharply, took the other two, and retreated to the mountain gate, "Take care of yourself first." ”

The fishy wind hit behind him, Cen Qing didn't have time to turn around, he swept directly with his gun, he didn't know what marksmanship was, this crude spear could only be used as a stick in his hand, and he also lost his amazing strength, the spear was huge and heavy, and there was a kind of indomitable majestic momentum between the wielding.

The barrel of the gun rolled up the wind and rain, and the waterfall was raised, and the snow-bright curtain of water rushed to the Whistling Mountain King who flew down in mid-air with a whistling sound.

"Squeak-"

The sound of a tooth-aching metal clash of metals, a huge force came along the barrel of the gun, Cen Qing took a few steps back, his ankles sunk deep into the dirt, and regained his body, and the Whistling Mountain Monarch also flipped upside down and flew out, a pair of tiger claws were dark and sharp, glowing faintly in the firelight. Cen Qing's heart froze, and he was secretly shocked, the tenacity of the tiger demon's claws was no less than that of a hundred refined iron, and the strength of the Howling Mountain Monarch was actually comparable to him.

When he fought with Mu Zhenzi in Yueyang, he fought with a murderous aura in his chest, so he was not afraid of the opponent's sword and talisman. It's just that today's scene was sudden, and he didn't have much killing intent himself, and the first round of the confrontation was slightly inferior to the other party.

This is the first demon he has encountered since he walked the rivers and lakes.

More than a dozen feet away, the Howling Mountain Jun laughed: "What a lot of strength, come again." ”

The puppets inside the mountain gate quietly extinguished the torches, and the world was once again plunged into indiscernible chaos, only the eyes of the Howling Mountain King flashed fiercely in the darkness.

Broken leaves and rain rushed into his mouth, and there was some bitterness on the tip of his tongue, Cen Qing turned his head and took a sip, bent down to take off the cloth boots that were in the way, and stood barefoot in the muddy water, the tip of the gun pointed obliquely forward.

This is a demon who has killed it for the sake of mankind.

As soon as the thought arose, Cen Qingye had already rushed out of the distance of two zhang, and the spear was in front, piercing the wind and rain. The Whistling Mountain King did not dodge or dodge, his body turned sharply like a spinning top, and his claws slammed the neck of the gun and pressed downward, the tip of the gun pierced into the ground, and with a light snort, half of the gun had sunk into the ground.

"Vulnerable. ”

The roar of the tiger rose again, and Whistling Mountain's feet kicked out in a row, each kicking accurately between Cen Qing's belly.

"Cen Qing—"

Zhang Yu let out an exclamation, and in the dim scene, Cen Qing's thin body flew high with a spear, and then fell extremely fast, smashing the ground with muddy water. She bit her lip, took out the Star Chasing Sword from the ethereal jade, and stepped forward to help.

"Grandma, you better stop. If Qing Gongzi can't do it, any of us in this group will be given for nothing. Cen Lu hurriedly stopped in front of Zhang Yu, Cen Qing asked the five of them to protect Zhang Yu, he didn't dare to let the little girl participate in such a battle.

"Young Master Qing is fine. Cen Shou, who had the best eye, said that his eyesight had no effect on this kind of sky, so he could see everything in the battlefield clearly.

"We are mainly going to protect the Zhang family girl now, Cen Shou pay more attention to those three weirdos, I am worried that they will make changes. Although Cen Fu had everything arranged in his mouth, he still looked at Cen Qing's place with some concern. In his opinion, a character like the young girl should have lived in the Immortal Mountain Realm, or the jade hall golden boudoir in the world, and should not have been involved in bloody killing in any case. However, Cen Qing's actions have always subverted and refreshed his cognition.

Cen Qing got up from the muddy water and shook his head, the speed and strength of this Howling Mountain Monarch were amazing, making him a little staggered, it seemed that this was a strong opponent.

The three puppets smirked in the shadows, and their figures quietly disappeared.

Whistling Mountain Jun stretched out his bright red tongue and licked the blood at the corner of his mouth, his stomach seemed to be hungry again, this little man in front of him must be a monk, I heard that the monk's flesh and blood have been washed by the aura of heaven and earth, it is a truly finely crafted top grade, as long as it has been eaten once, it will make people linger, and the delicacy is by no means comparable to the hearts and livers of ordinary human beings.

As for the few next to him, he knew at a glance that they were all dead things, only the little girl among them was pink and tender, and it should taste good, and when he finished eating this monk, it would be good to use her as a snack.

So, let it be!

As the two collided together, there were a few more dull and violent impacts in the field, and the big tree where Cen Qing was hiding had broken apart from it in the fight between him and Whistling Mountain-kun, and the sawdust was flying, and he was suppressed by the successive blows and retreated, and in his field of vision, Whistling Mountain-kun's claws quickly picked up the broken branches and broken trees that were almost still in the air, breaking through the slow-falling raindrops, and his body rotated like a drill to chase and kill, and the target was his own head.

He also noticed the strangeness of the clothes on his body, so he began to turn the direction of his attack into a bare part.

Cen Qing smiled, raised the barrel of the gun, blocked the claw, sank half a foot into the mud, and the other foot jerked up, kicking the Whistling Mountain King into the air hard, and then the tip of the gun pointed upward, bouncing off the ground and catching up.

The spear spikes in the air.

Cen Qing had tried the average index of his body, and the height of his jump on the ground was about four or five zhang high, this tiger demon was kicked away by him suddenly, and the spear should have been pierced just right, but the actual situation was that Xiaoshan Jun had lost his trace.

In the night rain, there was the sound of wings flapping.

This is a flying tiger demon, Cen Qing understood the situation in an instant, his body turned like electricity and pounced in the direction of Zhang Yu, and at the same time shouted in his mouth: "Be careful of the sky." ”

The five ghosts have always been in the same breath, and when they heard Cen Qing's warning, they immediately surrounded Zhang Yu in the middle, but the shadows in the darkness were like mountains, and Cen Fu, who bore the first challenge, only resisted for a moment before the tiger's claws tore his chest and abdomen, and when thrown into the muddy water, it turned into a pile of scattered white bones.

Xiaoshan-kun didn't seem to expect the change in front of him, and was stunned for a moment, but Cen Qing finally arrived, and the spear slashed angrily, smashing him into the ground from mid-air.

"Roar—"

The thousand-pound iron spear smashed down firmly, even if he was covered in a bronze skeleton and iron frame, he couldn't stand it, Xiaoshan Jun rolled down to the side and dodged the second shot that Cen Qing was chasing, looking up to the sky and roaring, and the strange wings that appeared inexplicably on the two ribs fluttered and rolled, flying high again with his body.

Cen Fuxin's body was shattered, and the ghost body was also greatly damaged, and he fell crookedly next to the white bones, and his entire body became a little transparent.

Accidentally being exploited by the opponent for a while, fortunately, Cen Fu is a hundred-year-old ghost, and if his body is gone, he has only lost some cultivation, Cen Qing gritted his teeth, shook the spirit bracelet and took him back to the space to nourish, and he stood next to Zhang Yu, guarding her and the remaining four ghosts.

Whistling Mountain Jun hesitated in the air, Cen Qing's iron spear and strength made him feel a trace of horror, a feeling he had rarely encountered since he had developed his spiritual intelligence.

In his opinion, although the warriors in the world have some strange martial arts, and even some have strange methods and good weapons, but when facing monsters, most people are just trembling and trying to stand firm, even if someone rushes up with the courage of blood, but under his fangs and claws, there is only one more revenant.

The thin little samurai he met today was not very hostile, his skills were not very good, and he was protecting a person who was powerless, but it made him unwilling to continue fighting.

Strange thoughts...... He thought.

The icy rain wrapped around his body, and the king of Whistling Mountain fluttered his wings and flew through the air, the attraction of fresh meat and blood made him reluctant to leave, and the strange thoughts that lingered in his heart made him unwilling to take risks. Just when he was in a dilemma, a gust of wind suddenly rose on the ground and blew towards the middle of the battlefield, rolling up raindrops in the sky, with a biting cold, and an inexplicable strange meaning.

Whistling Mountain Jun flew high in surprise, he couldn't figure out where this strange yin wind was coming from, but instinctively he didn't want to approach, as if it carried a disgusting smell of death in it.

The swept yin wind swept away the leaves and swirled, but the target was Cen Qing, who was standing in front of the ghosts and Zhang Yu.

In the night rain, a clear voice suddenly sounded.

"I see you. ”