The three demon cultivators are all slightly inferior, relying on the strong physique of the demon clan and their infinite strength, even if the true qi is slightly weaker, the combined strength of the two is not a few points better than the other party.

The white-clothed man ignored Niu Er and the spotted tiger, and his qi cultivation was simply a dead thing in his eyes, a pair of cold eyes stared at the spider, and raised his hand to sacrifice a silver flying sword, which emitted a cold glow, hovering slightly in the air, stabbing directly behind the spider.

The spider didn't dare to make a hard connection, jumped sideways, and dodged, but saw a huge hole in the ground silently cracked, half a foot deep.

Niu Er gasped, this seemingly ordinary flying sword was so powerful, it seemed to be a few points stronger than the magic weapons of the three Yuanying masters.

Thinking about the actions of the three just now, I'm afraid that this young man is the leader of the four.

At the same time, Niu Er remembered a very strict question, Wushan has always been poor in mineral veins, and he doesn't know how to refine weapons, it seems that he doesn't have a magic weapon in his hand, and the spider is even poorer with only eight giant feet left.

Under the same cultivation, the demon clan is superior to others, and it is often able to suppress the human race, but for the human race, he is good at refining weapons, and he has all kinds of magic weapons and spiritual weapons in his hands, which is very sharp, and there are countless secrets of the exercises, which are difficult for ordinary demon clans to resist.

The young man's face was like a crown of jade, his spirit was flying, and a silver flying sword was swaying wantonly in the air, like a flying horse, agile and agile, and the sharp sword that shot out split a huge crack on the ground, spreading more than ten zhang away, forcing the spider to dodge left and right. It's just that it didn't work for a long time, and he was secretly angry in his heart, snorted coldly, and the magic trick in his hand immediately changed.

The light on the flying sword suddenly flourished, and the speed suddenly doubled, as fast as thunder and lightning, shooting straight above the head, the spider was helpless, and eight true qi condensed qi arrows shot out one after another from his feet, facing upward.

However, the silver sword was too sharp, far beyond her expectations, and directly smashed it one by one and scattered, and the direction remained the same, killing the spider.

Seeing that there was nowhere to dodge, the spider opened its mouth and spit out a white natal spider silk, white as snow, and the aura was dense, showing it above its head, turning into a jade-colored rainbow, hanging horizontally above its head, blocking it in the air and not falling.

The young man snorted coldly, stretched out his hand, and the flying sword was full of silver light, making a sharp whistle, and slashed hard, the crystal spider silk barely resisted, and it was still cut off inch by inch, turned into aura, and dissipated.

Suddenly, a yellow shadow behind the young man rushed towards him, but it was the fierce tiger that Xiong Yue had captured at the beginning.

The young man seemed to have already known, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, his eyes were cold, and he waved his head with one hand without looking back, and with a huge force, he knocked the big tiger several feet away, slammed it on the ground with a "bang", and couldn't get up.

"An ant who has not yet practiced dares to make a move on this son. ”

At this time, the cold light in the young man's eyes was even stronger, as if he was impatient, and his hands changed again and again, forming a phantom on his chest.

I saw that the silver flying sword in mid-air suddenly stopped, one changed to two, two changed to four, and in a moment, nearly a thousand silver swords were densely packed and spread across half of the sky, like a sword cloud.

"Death, monster. ”

With the young man's finger, the sword was like rain, bringing up a long silver glow, and smashed down overwhelmingly, and Niu Er was also covered by this sword rain.

Before the sword rain approached, there was a violent wind howling, and the grass around him was all creeping, and the biting cold penetrated deep into his heart, Niu Er was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were split, and his body was stiff and almost difficult to move.

The spider was very anxious, with a scream, he jumped into the air on Niu Er's body, and the eight silver spider feet soared into a dazzling light, waving again and again, forming a jade-colored shield in mid-air, and the sound of golden chimes was continuous and sonorous.

After the sword rain, the eight giant feet were already dull, covered with dense scars, and in some places they were even broken, only a trace of flesh and skin, blood was like a waterfall, gurgling out, and many deep sword marks were drawn out of the jewel-like body, and bright red blood dripped down Niu Er's body along the long feet.

Niu Er had already been shocked by the fierce battle, although he had watched TV and read novels in his previous life, but he experienced the scene of life and death in person, but it was a different feeling.

Especially those few human monks, killing demons and taking pills, ruthlessly, as if they were justified, they didn't even have a trace of compassion, which really made him unbearable, full of expectations and dreams like disillusionment.

The scarlet blood fell into Niu Er's eyes with a slight heat, dyed a layer of red, his eyes were straight, and he stared blankly at the shaky but resolute posture in mid-air.

It was the figure I saw at first sight after I woke up, the figure that waited silently by my side when I was helpless, the figure who took care of myself when I was seriously injured and paralyzed, and the figure who always stood behind me and was unswerving in my life.

Niu Er has fantasized more than once that she is an obedient little maid, like a caring sister, and more like a shy little lady who always warms herself.

And he, as the heir of a demon prince, can only watch her wither like a flower, without the slightest ability to resist, and even needs that delicate body to resist in front of him.

At this time, in those sad eyes, he saw a trace of helplessness, a trace of determination, and a little reluctance.

At this moment, as if a cry from a distant world, an instinctive resistance rose from the bottom of his heart, Niu Er's blood was boiling, and a raging blood-colored flame ignited outside his body, and a war intent against the sky rushed to the sky.

Zhanggao's body formed an illusory figure of a hundred zhang size, roaring silently in the sky, an invisible coercion comparable to the infancy of the Yuan Dynasty surging, sweeping in all directions, the earth trembled, and large pieces of earth and stone flew up, smashing out more than ten zhang away.

A faint white smoke erupted from his mouth and nose, his blood-colored eyes were cold and ruthless, only reflecting the white figure standing in front of him, and there was only one clear thought in his chaotic consciousness, that is, to destroy him.

The huge momentum shook the audience, and everyone looked at the huge shadow in shock, the momentum was too terrifying, and they really couldn't understand how a little demon in the middle of Qi cultivation could produce such great power.

The old man of the silver fir was even more frightened, creepy, he thought that his cultivation was a step higher, and his extraordinary magic weapon could deal with a few inferior demons, and it was not easy to catch it.

Unexpectedly, these monsters seemed to be different from the little demons they had killed in the past, their combat effectiveness exceeded their expectations, and the iron rod in the hand of the demon monkey was extremely hard, even a few points stronger than the natal jade ruler that he had been cultivating for hundreds of years.

And that bull demon, whose cultivation is only in the middle stage of qi cultivation, actually seems to have summoned the legendary primordial god law, is there still a heavenly reason?

The white-clothed young man was originally in his hands, but after a round of sword rain, the spider at the peak of the golden pill was already at the end of the crossbow, and was about to kill it in one go, and the air was filled with silver swords again.

At this moment, I found that the white bull in the middle of Qi cultivation was burning with thick blood flames, and the two black short horns were dotted with silver rays, as bright as stars, exuding a momentum that made my heart palpitate.

Hearing the old man's shout, he didn't dare to be careless, and with a wave of his right hand, a palm-sized tortoise shell floated in front of him, misty and green, and then the glow soared into the sky, turning into a huge wall and standing in front of him.

Thirteen pieces of five-sided tortoise shell pieces are depicted with dense golden runes, the fairy qi is steaming, the golden light is ten thousand ways, as if the cold light is like metal, and it is connected into a solid copper wall.

He is full of confidence in the white-clothed young man with the tortoiseshell shield, which is the result of the demon turtle of the god transformation period that his father killed together with several sect masters, and invited a famous refining master to spend countless rare minerals to carefully refine it, even if it is a master of the god transformation stage, it is difficult to break through.

With a cold snort, letting Niu Er rush straight in, the young man raised his hand to command the sword rain and kill the seriously injured spider.

"Bang!"

The loud noise shook the sky, and under the frightened gaze of the young man, the two dark horns on the head of the wild bull flashed with this crystal light, and the ethereal shadow on its body hit the tortoiseshell shield at the same time.

The shield wall trembled violently, the runes shone non-stop, and the golden light burst into all directions, and then shattered violently, regaining the size of a palm, crystal like jade, and falling to the ground.

Before he had time to react, a vigorous force hit his body, and the young man screamed loudly, spraying blood and flying dozens of feet away, falling heavily to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"Young master—"