"The big trouble finally came." Lin Muyu raised the corner of his mouth and said lightly.
"What do you mean?" Si Kongyao stood up and jumped to Lin Muyu's side.
"These people are not simple."
"Isn't it just a few mercenaries?" Sikong Yao looked puzzled.
Lin Muyu smiled: "It's not as simple as a mercenary."
With that said, Lin Muyu flew forward, stood on the hillside alongside Zhuang Shaoyu and Beiming Festival, and said, "Master Zhuang, be careful, these three people are not kind, or they are not human beings."
"What do you mean?" Zhuang Shaoyu trembled and frowned, "Don't be sensational."
"Don't Mr. Zhuang know that high-level demon spirits can change human forms?" Lin Muyu said lightly.
"You mean, these three people have changed from high-level demon spirits?" Zhuang Shaoyu was stunned. In terms of strength, he may not be inferior to Lin Muyu too much, but in terms of experience in walking the rivers and lakes, he was dumped at least a dozen blocks.
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"This son, you can't wrong us at will!" The mercenary with a beard stretched out his hand and said, "We are all humans, how can we be demon spirits? You must want to kill us and take our horses. no?"
Lin Muyu smiled slightly: "Since you don't admit it, then I will expose your tricks. I ask you, since this is your horse, why are they restless and restless?"
"This... the horses are frightened by you!"
"Even so, there are blood stains on your sleeves, but you rolled up the sleeves, but there are no scars on your arms. What do you say about the blood stains on the sleeves? If I'm right, it should be clothes. Your master cut off his arm with a knife, and then you snatched his clothes, right?"
"You... don't spit people!"
"Really? Try it and you'll know."
Lin Muyu took a single hand, and the golden seven-day gourd appeared in the palm of his palm. Suddenly the gourd vines "brushed" on the ground rushed over, and suddenly tied the legs of the three mercenaries. There are sharp thorns on the gourd vine, which pierced directly into the skin, but did not bleed. This can only prove that there is no flesh under the skin, and only a hard carapace.
"Smelly boy!"
The mercenary with a beard showed a smirk, and raised his hand to tear open his face. Underneath his face was a horrible demon spirit face. Jiejie smiled and said: "Even if you see through us, you guys don't know the heights of heaven and earth. Human beings are still going to die, and I will use your flesh and blood to pay tribute to the demon spirits who died under your sword!"
"Demon... Demon King..." Zhuang Shaoyu was shocked.
That's right, this demon spirit covered in carapace is exactly a Demon King-level demon spirit, with only black and white on the neck, which is very conspicuous. At the same time, the two mercenaries behind him also took off their "human skins" and changed into the form of demon spirits themselves. They were two monsters with squatting bodies, stretched out nearly half a meter of tongue, one of them straightened. Looking at Shang Qian and Si Kongyao in the distance, he said: "There are actually two such beautiful chicks. It's great. After we solve the people who are in the way, I will enjoy these two chicks. !"
These two demon spirits are both demon-sovereign-level strengths, with three colors on their necks.
Sure enough, he was in big trouble, and three high-level demon spirits that could change their human shapes at once came in groups.
"when!"
Lin Muyu's Bing Yuan Sword was out of its sheath, and said lightly: "Mr Zhuang, how to distribute it?"
"Simple!"
Zhuang Shaoyu licked his lips, his eyes full of warfare smiles: "This demon king will be handed over to me to deal with, you and the little prince will each fight a demon, how about?"
"Are you sure you can stop this Demon King?" Lin Muyu smiled faintly.
"Don't worry, I will try my best!" Zhuang Shaoyu's eyes are more confident.
Beiming Festival took a deep breath.
Behind everyone, Chen Hang, the leader of the merchant’s nursing home, had golden eyes in his eyes. He was ready to do it at any time, as if he was facing an enemy. After all, one of the two in front of him was the son of Da Situ, and the other belonged to the prince. Son, it is not good for anyone to make a mistake, and he will not escape investigation when he goes back.
However, all of this is second, protecting Shang Qian's safety is the top priority.
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In the whistling sound, the Demon King swooped forward, his claws clasped Zhuang Shaoyu’s arms like iron tongs, and the two turned into a ball of flames and plunged into the valley behind them, hitting countless thousand-year-old trees, even on the ground. A fire mark was left behind, and the shock wave of fighting rang in the jungle. This is not a fight, but a fight with fate!
"Boy, don't look, your opponent is me." Right in front of him, the blood-colored Yao Zun Jiejie smiled, and in his eyes it seemed that Lin Muyu was already a dead person.
"I know."
Lin Muyu replied, and disappeared in the next moment. The Starfalling Step made him come to the demon venerable straight at the speed of a streamer. The left fist contained the power of the common people and rushed towards the demon. Zun's belly.
"Boom!"
The azure blue light burst out, and this fist literally slammed on the demon lord’s body-protecting Qi. Although it was not traumatized, it forced it back ten meters. When it roared fiercely, it raised its head. When there was a pair of sword arms, I saw a ray of light falling from the air, it was Lin Muyu's outrageous blow from the Bing Yuan Sword!
Bi Xue Hanbing!
"Boom!"
In the second blow, icy debris danced wildly. Bixue Hanbing almost icy everything around him. With this blow, Demon Venerable's arms were frozen into ice, and Lin Muyu lifted his foot and kicked it out with a heavy blow.
Er Yao Demon Dance!
"Woo..."
The Yao Zun unexpectedly made a horrible howl, and slammed into the rock like a cannonball, causing the entire mountain to tremble.
At this moment, Si Kongyao and Shang Qian had their mouths wide open. Lin Muyu's battle here was more interesting than Zhuang Shaoyu's, and he was beating this poor demon venerable almost in a crushing posture.
On the other side, the North Ming Festival danced with a long sword to fight with another demon, and the flames burst.
The demon sovereign is the same demon spirit species as Lin Muyu’s enemy demon, wielding a knife arm to block, parry the slashes and stabs of the North Ming Festival, Jijie grinning, the qi around his body is getting stronger and stronger, unexpectedly There is more and more courageous momentum.
"puff!"
In a blink of an eye, the Beiming Festival's shoulders once again hung color, as a strong god, he actually lost to a demon.
"Go to hell, trash!"
The monster clan roared and sprinted suddenly, clasping the waist of Beiming Festival with its legs, open the pliers and grabbed the arms of Beiming Festival with open pliers, opened the blood and touched the big mouth, and the two rows of sharp teeth bite down. .
"Asshole!"
The North Ming Festival roared, the flame law divine power of the whole body almost reached the peak, abruptly shook the opponent's restraint, and kicked out the right leg from the bottom up.
"Boom!"
Yao Zun took a blow, but the pain was in the North Ming Festival. He didn't kick Fei Yao Zun's head on this foot, but he shattered a few of his foot bones, and his voice was crisp and clear.
"Ahhh..."
The Beiming Festival was so painful that it flew back again and again, and even lost the ability to fly.
"Huh..."
Yao Zun rushed over with a fierce expression, and the knife arm cut open the legs of the North Ming Festival, splashing blood drippingly.
"Little prince, step back!"
A figure swept across the air, it was Chen Hang, he finally shot!
The fist was windy, heavy punches landed on the neck of the demon venerable coldly, a total of thirty shocks!
With a sound of "Oh", the demon venerable stumbled out. Chen Hang was so powerful that he kicked and beat, and golden light burst out in the jungle. Every blow was the divine impact of thirty waves. This demon Zun didn't even have the power to fight back. Finally, after a click, Chen Hang abruptly took the head of the Yao Zun from his body!
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"boom!"
A punch full of the power of the Eight Desolations blasted the Demon Venerable into the mountain. The power of the Five Lights and Eight Desolations was no longer the power of this Demon Venerable, and it was Lin Muyu's use of 80% of his power. Go out!
The Bing Yuan Sword was shining brightly, and a sword passed through the throat, ending the demon sovereign's sound.
Lin Muyu panted heavily. In order to make the demon sovereign unable to resist, this series of frenzied attacks also consumed a lot of his physical and divine power. After all, this was a demon sovereign, not a low-level demon spirit.
Carrying the corpse of the Yao Zun, he walked out of the cave that was forcibly blasted out. After taking out the demon spirit stone, he threw the corpse beside the corpse of the Yao Zun beside Chen Hang. Looking not far away, Bei Ming Festival was already injured. On the ground.
Lin Muyu couldn't help feeling that, even with such an ability, he dare to be called the first rookie of the royal family. It seems that the rookie generation of the royal family of the Bei Ming family is not a lot of people. In fact, it is normal to think about it carefully. Bei Mingyuan and Bei Minghuan are like this. There will only be one of the peerless strong people for thousands of years, and each generation is only a few decades, and it is normal not to have a master.
Looking at the body of Demon Venerable on the ground, Chen Hang was a little startled, and asked, "You have killed it?"
"Otherwise?"
Lin Muyu smiled slightly, pretending to be very tired, and said, "However, I have little strength left."
Chen Hang smiled relievedly. If this kid can calmly maintain sufficient strength after killing a demon lord, then this person would be too terrifying. It can be compared to any dragon general in the Tianji Dragon Cavalry Group. The level of Saint Martial King.
Shang Qian looked up at Lin Muyu standing in the air, her eyes flickered, her eyebrows frowned, but she didn't know what she was thinking.
However, Sikongyao's expression was much simpler, and she gave Lin Muyu a thumbs up.
"Where is Master Zhuang?"
"He is still fighting." Shang Qian looked at the valley not far away.
Zhuang Shaoyu’s opponent is a demon king, that is the powerful existence second only to the demon emperor in the demon spirit clan. I can’t look down on it. Everyone immediately flew over with a tacit understanding. Maybe Zhuang Shaoyu will need everyone’s help to kill the demon. King.
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"boom!"
The crowd had not yet approached, and a small hill tens of meters in front of him instantly shattered, and the force of the wind system howled, what a powerful force!
In the wind, Zhuang Shaoyu's crown had been lost, and her long hair was dancing wildly in the wind. His eyes were full of fierce expressions. The long sword in his hand unexpectedly broke into two pieces, but his divine power was still concentrated on the remaining sword.
On the other hand, the Demon King was extremely domineering. Although there were a few sword wounds on his body, it was not fatal. The demon power was haunting, and his fighting spirit was strong, and he rushed to Zhuang Shaoyu again with a roar.