The demons of the demon clan all exclaimed and flew forward.

The human race changed drastically and jumped up.

Nie Wushuang's body, who was in mid-air, drifting towards the ground, blood spilling.

Suddenly, a long rainbow passed by in the air outside the tiger city. All the demon cultivators who rushed towards Nie Wushuang found that the light in front of them shone. When everyone saw the situation clearly, all the human and demon cultivators flew back together.

The light and shadow rolled Nie Wushuang's bloody body and the Nine-Ear Flame Knife inserted into his lower abdomen. In the blink of an eye, it landed on a fairly intact city wall near the head of Hucheng.

In the air, all the human monks landed under the city, while the demon monks landed far above the ruins, all looking at each other with horror.

Under the city, there was a commotion in the group of human monks. After a moment, I don’t know who took the lead, but actually knelt down on the ground, leaned over to bow to the city, and shouted loudly: “Greetings to Master Xu.”

When he knelt, many people around him fell to the ground one after another. In the end, the cultivators who had not yet died in the human race, as well as the lord of the Tiger City City, all the Hucheng Guards knelt down on the spot and shouted in unison at the top of the city: "Greetings to Master Xu."

Among the demon cultivators of the demon clan, they all looked pale at the head of the Hucheng city from afar, but no demon cultivator dared to move a step. All the demon cultivators looked at the head of the city with a drastically changing face. Many demon cultivators were trembling for no reason.

As soon as Xu Youran appeared, the atmosphere above the entire Tiger City suddenly solidified.

The leader of Yunmeng Sect, the world's largest sect in the human race, is a master of the Nascent Soul Realm. Such a status and such cultivation are the pride of the human race.

Xu Youran was wearing a big red robe and fluttering silver hair. He stood on the broken city head and threw Nie Wushuang on the stone bricks on the side of the city. A silver light flashed in his hand and pulled out the Jiuer Ear Flame Sword from Nie Wushuang's body, and blood flowed along the Jiuer Ear Flame Sword.

Xu Youran held the knife in his right hand, looked at Nie Wushuang who was lying on the ground without breath, smiled, raised his left hand, focused his eyes on the storage ring, and entered the ring for a moment, a white pill suddenly flashed from Xu Youran's right hand. With his finger, the pill drilled into Nie Wushuang's wound. Nie Wushuang's wound quickly recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His eyes were gathered on Nie Wushuang, and Xu Youran whispered: "You have obviously consumed all this Nine-Ear Flame Sword, and you can use it to kill yourself? If it weren't for your deaf sea of ​​consciousness to seal your heart, could this broken knife hurt you? I'm afraid this first-grade Peiyuan Pill doesn't have to be wasted." As he said that, Xu Youran gently threw the Nine-Ear Flame Sword to the ground next to him.

With the banging sound, the Jiuer Flame Knife fell to the ground. After bounced on the ground a few times, all the light disappeared, and the whole long sword slowly shrank into the middle.

After a while, the long sword shrank into a ball, Xu Youran threw the ball of materials back into the storage ring and said to himself: "Well, go back and do it again."

"Let me think about it. I'm not hurt, but my heart is dead." Xu Youran said slowly, frowned, turned his head and looked into the sky, and said to himself: "Why haven't you come yet?"

Xu Youran suddenly walked to Nie Wushuang, looked at Nie Wushuang, and said to himself: "Well, wake you up first and let you see how I fight monsters."

After closing his eyes and thinking for a while, Xu Youran suddenly opened his eyes and bent down to Nie Wushuang's ears to form a line. His voice was low and terrifying. His mouth seemed to have a font shape, hitting Nie Wushuang's ears. The words clearly meant: "Nie Wushuang, Xu Youran is here to catch you." After saying that, Xu Youran stood up straight and stood in front of Nie Wushuang with his hands behind his back.

Nie Wushuang suddenly stared at her eyes as big as a copper bell, turned over and sat up and shouted, "Ah? Where?"

As Xu Youran pierced the sea of ​​consciousness, a pain came from Nie Wushuang's head. He half sat up behind him, blinked his eyes, and his pupils contracted. After adapting, with the firelight everywhere in the tiger city, he happened to see Xu Youran in a red robe in front of him. He suddenly had a look of horror on his pale face and blurted out: "Xu Youran!"

"Don't be fine! Junior Brother Wushuang."

Xu Youran deliberately controlled the scope of the previous words, and no one else could hear them, but this sentence seemed to be Xu Youran intentionally and said it very loudly. The human cultivators under the city wall and the demon cultivators standing on the ruins in the distance could hear it clearly, especially Xu Youran's name to Nie Wushuang: Junior Brother Wushuang!

At this moment, countless people among the human monks were waving in their hearts. Almost all those who heard this title were trembling all over. Everyone had their own thoughts in their thoughts. Some were puzzled and some were shocked. Xie Siyuan knelt down on the ground and glanced at the top of the city. His thoughts were flying: "It turns out that this person is actually the junior brother of Sect Master Xu... No wonder..."

When it comes to facial expressions, these demon cultivators are even more exciting, but their way of expressing emotions is slightly different from that of the human race. The demon cultivators at high levels all have red faces and heavy faces; the demon cultivators at low levels are dancing and have many waves on their faces, but no demon cultivators dare to speak nonsense, they just stand in place.

Xu Youran looked at Nie Wushuang and said softly: "Is this Jiuer Ear Flame Sword effective??" When Xu Youran said the next few words, he paused and his face gradually became gloomy from indifferent.

Nie Wushuang wiped blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at Xu Youran, and said word by word: "How are you going?"

No matter how courageous Nie Wushuang is, in front of Xu Youran in the Nascent Soul realm, he felt that no matter how hard he struggled, it seemed to be in vain. Looking at Xu Youran, Nie Wushuang felt as if he was ashamed.

Xu Youran suddenly laughed and said, "How do I stay? What do you think I should do?"

On the top of the city, Nie Wushuang looked at Xu Youran and said calmly: "You, Sect Master Xu, are here in person, what else can I say? Alas, but being captured by you today is better than being captured by the demon clan."

Xu Youran narrowed his eyes and said, "I have a bit of the backbone of my human race. The one I look down on the most in my life is these demon cultivators from the countryside. Not to mention their strange appearance, they live mostly in deep mountains and forests and on cliffs. Every time I come to our human race's prosperous city, it looks like the New Year. I feel strange when I see anything. I always take action. A group of rural bullies who have never seen the world dare to call themselves a clan?"

Although he had no good impression of Xu Youran, Nie Wushuang had to admire Xu Youran's evaluation of the demon clan. He made his nerves tremble. If Xu Youran hadn't been to catch him, he would have jumped up and applauded Xu Youran's words at this moment.

Xu Youran paused for a moment and said, "I woke you up just to let you see how I deal with these rural bullies. Of course, I will tell you very responsibly." Xu Youran said this, suddenly his face became ferocious, and he said word by word: "As long as you are in my Xu Youran's hands, whoever wants to take you away from me will be dreaming in the daytime."

Nie Wushuang looked at Xu Youran and thought in his heart: This is the leader of Yunmeng Sect, so strong confidence is right. He sighed in his heart, thinking about Xu Youran's words, and asked with some confusion: "Who else will come?"

Xu Youran said, "Well, I will take you away after I have packed up my tail."

Nie Wushuang was about to speak, suddenly, two red lights in the air crossed the sky, and a strange laughter came: "Xu Youran, if you want to leave today, I am afraid you will agree to it, right?"

As the words in the air fell, Nie Wushuang looked up and saw a man in Confucian uniform and a white-haired woman with crutches and a pointed-mouthed woman condensed in the air, looking at Xu Youran. The man looked only in his forties, but there was a cold air all over his body. The old woman beside him looked kind and kind.

The demon clan members, all the demon cultivators, knelt on the ground at the same time, bowed and shouted loudly: "See Youchi Demon King, see Mrs. Chi Lian!"

When the demon cultivator knelt down and made a loud bang in the sky, Nie Wushuang heard the cry of the demon cultivator in the distance, his face became paler, and he thought to himself: It turned out to be a powerful demon king realm of the demon clan. No wonder Xu Youran said that there was someone else coming.

Xu Youran did not look back, looked at Nie Wushuang and said, "Look at it well." As he said, he half turned around and looked at the two demon king realm powerhouses in the air, and said, "Why are you catching up now? I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Youchi smiled gloomyly, "You dare to be so arrogant when you are injured."

Xu Youran turned his body, turned his back to Nie Wushuang, faced in the air, and chuckled softly: "I, Xu Youran, have suffered so many injuries in my life to beat you, the country bumpkins; this injury today is nothing." Xu Youran said, his eyes shifted to Mrs. Chi Lian, and even looked at her with contempt, saying: "As for you, a mere little snake, dares to come up to chase me? No wonder the human race is a metaphor for human greed, and they all use you as a typical example."

Mrs. Chi Lian shook all over, and her wrinkled face said plainly: "Master Xu, your mouth is getting more and more powerful. My little snake is not as good as that."

As soon as Mrs. Chi Lian finished speaking, she moved at the same time with the Youchi Demon King beside her.

The Demon King Realm and the Nascent Soul Realm masters were fighting, and they couldn't see clearly. Nie Wushuang only felt the light and shadow flashing in front of him, and Xu Youran disappeared. The two Demon King Realm masters in the air also didn't know where to go.

While Nie Wushuang was looking up, a very powerful pressure suddenly pressed down from above his head towards Hucheng. The power of pressure actually made Nie Wushuang fall to the ground in an instant.

All the monks and demon cultivators on the ground were pressed by this powerful pressure at the same time, and they felt a little suffocating. Fortunately, the pressure in the Nascent Soul Realm is quite far away and has not had a big impact on everyone.

Nie Wushuang, who fell to the ground, might have suddenly not adapted, so he reacted too much. After gradually adapting, he slowly stood up, looked at the sky, and watched the light shining among the clouds, and suddenly sighed in his heart: If he had such cultivation, how could he be so embarrassed today?

After a while, before Nie Wushuang's sigh was over, a light and shadow flashed in front of him. Xu Youran had already landed in front of him. Facing him, the two demon king realm masters were no longer sure where to go.

Xu Youran frowned slightly and looked slightly squirming in his mouth. After looking at Nie Wushuang for a moment, he rolled him into a big red robe. When he was about to get up, he heard a sound, and a mouthful of blood was sprayed out of Xu Youran's mouth, and Nie Wushuang was also shaken to the ground by him.
Chapter completed!