The sword cultivator of the Yanling Sect sensed the movement behind him and was shocked. He never expected that these strange shamans could catch up with him on moose and fly with his sword.
Especially the roar coming from behind, like the footsteps of the god of death, urging me to see Sanqing quickly.
The reason why the sect mission was that the war ahead was intensified. If you want to make great contributions, you need to win the head of the enemy general from thousands of troops, which was too dangerous.
Hearing that the first disciple of the third generation, Jing Qihan, led a team to ambush the demon clan summoned by the Ewen tribe, he walked around and joined the ambush team.
The Ewen tribe is the weakest among the northern barbarian tribes. Most of the demon tribes summoned in the past few times were high-level demon kings. With the preparations of the five of them, it was not difficult to complete the ambush.
At first things were as expected. Although a middle-level demon king brought a combination of the first-level demon king was a bit strange, they speculated that it was because the divine power of the Ewen tribe shaman was excessively consumed in the war and could not summon high-level monsters.
Huang Hu appeared after they attacked. In the eyes of the sword cultivator, these shamans not only had strange magical powers, but also used rare strategies.
The rare summoning of the three demons!
First use low-level monsters to test, the last yellow tiger is the main one!
He cursed in his heart, but he didn't know that Lang Xing was also depressed, so why did he accidentally get ambushed by someone!
After making a secret decision, you should be more cautious. There is no scrupulousness, only more scrupulousness.
All the means are taken!
The dragon fishing rope was like a giant python coming out of the hole, and it broke through the air in an instant, hooking the sword cultivator's back with extremely accurate accuracy.
Return to me!
A huge force came, and the sword cultivator only persisted for a moment before being pulled in front of Lang Xing.
It was indeed a monster invited by the barbarians. We sword cultivators, who fight each other from afar, could not make the truth of close combat!
"vulgar!"
A ray of flame suddenly rose from the flying sword under the feet of the sword cultivator. The flame was extremely light and almost transparent. If Lang Xing had not used his spiritual sense to lock the sword cultivator in every move, he would have almost never felt the abnormality of the flying sword.
The flying sword turned into a horse trainer, not slashing towards the dragon fishing rope, but directly stabbed Lang Xing’s eyebrows!
"careful!"
When Lang Xing held the sword cultivator for a moment, Sauron led the team to catch up. He should have special means of exploration. A white king-shaped pattern suddenly appeared between his eyebrows. With a glance at his eyes, he discovered the abnormality of the flying sword.
Lang Xing had already reacted before he spoke. For a moment, everything was still, and the flying sword in his vision was moving forward slowly like a toy for children.
Bang!
The heart gushed out the essence and blood that had been stored for a long time, and the golden light of the lung leaves flashed, and instantly inhaled the air mixed with spiritual energy. When the two met, Lang Xing's body seemed to be ignited by flames.
Bang bang bang bang!
The heart supplies fuel at an extremely fast speed. The Tian Yao Body and Demon King stage is small, and the Lang Xing's demon body is extremely fast, which creates the illusion that everything is still.
Just like the bullet time in the previous life.
"Lihuo Sword Intent!"
In the eyes of the shamans, before Sauron could finish his reminder, the flying sword pierced Lang Xing's eyebrows, and the flames wrapped around Lang Xing's demon body.
Failed?
In front of the monk who refined his sword intent, it is reasonable for the middle-level demon king to fail.
The corners of Jian Xiu's mouth were pulled open, and the number of teeth exposed was increasing. Lihuo attacked his body, which could ignite the monster's demonic aura and restrain the demon clan the most.
It is the flame on this monster's body that is somewhat different from the Lihuo color.
The smile had not yet taken shape, and a black shadow suddenly flashed in front of him, clearly a monster that should have been stabbed by him!
A long-handled axe covered with bronze patterns, the hammer-like back hit the sword cultivator from bottom to top.
Everything was completed in an instant. Before the shaman's concern changed, he saw the stabbed Langxing appear at the same time as Langxing, who was retracting his axe.
The next moment, Jian Cultivator was like a cooked prawn, his face turned red instantly, he bent his body, covered his crotch, and fell from the air.
Lang Xing, who was stabbed by the flying sword, disappeared, and it turned out to be just a phantom created by too fast speed.
When he realized this, Sauron looked at Lang Xing with solemnity. As the son of the high priest and the heir of the power of the mountain god, he had experienced many actions to summon the demon god.
He has only seen the demon god who defeated the same level of monks in one turn.
The demon god became the key to that tribal war and brought a long-lost victory to the Ewen tribe.
Now Lang Xing is showing it for the second time.
ah--
The howling of the sword cultivators echoed in the mountains and forests, the moose clamped their hind legs, and the shamans felt cold under their crotch.
It turns out that the sword cultivator who pays the most attention to image can also scream so loudly...
This demon god was really... so straightforward.
The Dragon Fishing Rope suddenly pulled, and Jian Xiu's eyes were turned pale, and the corners of his mouth were sucking air conditioners. The smile that he thought Lang Xing had been ignited by Lihuo's sword intent was still froze on his face, and he lost consciousness.
"Thank you for the reminder, Sauron."
The flying sword lost its master's consciousness control and floated in the air, like a headless fly, shaking left and right. Lang Xing used one hand to open his mouth and spewed out a demonic aura, suppressing the flying sword, revealing its body about a foot long, and put it in the small jade box.
Bang!
A slap broke the smile on Jian Xiu's face.
Then he smiled like a spring breeze at the shamans.
The shamans looked embarrassed, and the moose retreated together. The natal beasts were in harmony with them. The moose's fear of facing Langxing was transmitted to the shaman's heart.
She smiles brightly and acts with a sarcastic spirit.
"Image, continue to find that first-level golden elixir!"
The tall young man behind Sauron was stunned. When dealing with the sword cultivator, they had already formed the habit of siege. Only then did they realize that the demon god summoned this time actually solved the opponent in one blow.
The picture nodded respectfully, and sent an unconscious congratulation from her mouth, her eyes rolled, like a god and ghost, and her whole body was twitching.
A wisp of soul emerged from his heavenly spirit cover at a very fast speed. It swung for a few times before disappearing into the distance.
The tone of the picture is no longer as flexible, stiff, no ups and downs as before, and no emotional fluctuations.
He drove the moose and rushed out, with the remaining four or five shamans following closely.
Only Sauron and Lang Xing were left in the primeval forest, as well as the sword cultivator who was lying on the ground and under his crotch.
"Please hand me this monk from Yanling Sect. The tribe hasn't captured the sword cultivator alive for a long time."
The sureness in Sauron's eyes made the words of request become Lang Xing, as if he should have given him a sword.
"Don't you go after the remaining golden elixir?" Lang Xing kicked the sword cultivator and bent down to pick up the storage bag hanging on his waist.
"When they communicate with the mountain god, they are not weaker than the initial level golden elixir. The result of whether I can go or not is the same."
Sauron looked at Lang Xing for money and plundering, "We are not as good as monks in the formation battle. They are unpopular outsiders in the mountains and forests. All creatures protected by the mountain god are our eyes."
He shook the bell on his arm, and the divine power of the soil spread around him. The soil at the roots of the trees that were hit by the aftermath of the battle fell down, from yellow to black, fertile so that the small trees slowly sprouted and grew.
“We think they are spiritual, not just objects, so they trust us.”
Chapter completed!