When he went down the mountain this time, he must have been worried about a lot of people, and everything he wore was a magic weapon.
This young man was obviously no match for this big monster, but he had many magic weapons and many talismans and seals. If he couldn't defeat him, he would smash his equipment. For a while, this big monster had no way to defeat him.
The young man carried a sword on his back. The sword was wrapped tightly by him, as if it was a treasure.
Although he had the upper hand with the help of magic weapons, it was only temporary. After several magic weapons were destroyed by the big demon, the young man obviously couldn't hold on any longer.
But it's also strange that he doesn't have many talismans left in his hand, and would rather continue to use talismans than draw his sword.
For those who are cultivating immortals, the sword is the best weapon. The sword is much stronger than the talisman. Especially this young man's sword, which is probably a good sword. Otherwise, those few people just now wouldn't have said that he relied entirely on his skills.
The sword is slightly superior.
The big demon was probably a little irritable because of the young man's endless array of magic weapons. There was anger in his voice, which made the surrounding leaves rustle: "Boy, how can you think of using low-level magic weapons like yours to defeat me?"
As the magic weapon was broken again, the demonic aura around the big demon became more and more intense. He didn't give the boy any chance to escape, and hit the boy with a palm, sending him flying and hitting a tree not far away.
The young man fell to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The big demon landed in front of him in the next second, opened its mouth, and wanted to swallow the young man into his belly.
Although Zhong Shaoyu met this young man by chance, and she even disliked this young man's showy style, she could not just sit back and watch a human life be devoured by an evil demon after having spent hundreds of years slaying demons.
She recited a spell silently, drew a charm, and was just about to stop the big demon when suddenly a sneer appeared on the boy's lips, and then he opened his palm, and there was a fan.
Before the big demon could take precautions, he suddenly waved his fan, and a strong wind knocked the big demon directly to the ground.
Zhong Shaoyu stopped drawing the talisman at the end, as if someone had tapped her acupuncture points. She stared at the fan in the young man's hand without blinking, and the blood in her body stopped flowing.
Sapphire fan.
It was a magic weapon that his master often held and played with during his lifetime.
That fan...how could it be in the hands of the young man in front of me?
In Zhong Shao's stunned state, the young man waved his fan again, and the big demon was swept up into the air and fell heavily to the ground, creating a deep pit.
Although the sapphire fan is his master's magic weapon, it is not a magical weapon. It is just a primary magic weapon and requires spiritual power to swing the fan.
The young man was obviously weak. After swinging a few times, the power was far less than the original. Instead, he spurted out another mouthful of blood.
The big demon Jiejie stood up with a smile, wiped a handful of blood from the corners of his lips, looked at the young man, "Draw your sword!"
The young man was too stubborn to draw his sword.
The big demon walked towards him: "If you don't draw your sword, you will die."
The young man waved the sapphire fan again unconvinced, and more blood seeped down from the corners of his lips.
Now the big demon became curious about the sword behind him. He stretched out his palm and easily sucked the sword into his palm: "I want to see what kind of treasure this is-"
Before the last word could be uttered, the cloth wrapped around the sword was shattered into pieces by the big demon.
Zhong Shaoyu looked at the sword in the demon's hand, and her heart tightened so much that she couldn't breathe in pain.
Black jade!
That was her master's sword during his lifetime.
"That's not why you quarreled with him, saying that he is nothing without the sword his father left behind."
Zhong Shaoyu's eyes slowly fell from Mo Yu to the young man.
The sword his father left behind... Mo Yu... the master... Ye Sang!
He turned out to be the Ye Sang she was looking for.
The only bloodline left by his master in this world.
The big demon was obviously not interested in the sword. He threw it on the ground, condensed the demonic energy, and waved away at the young man.
Zhong Shaoyu did not hesitate and leaped in front of the young man without hesitation.
Before the big demon could swing out his palm, there was a loud bang and he suddenly knelt down in front of Zhong Shaoyu.
The big demon looked very painful and tried his best to get up, but couldn't. He gritted his teeth and yelled: "Who is it?"
No one paid attention to him.
Just when he was about to roar for the second time, a figure walked out of the woods slowly.
It's Jiang Yu.
He seemed to be awake, yawned lazily, and stretched slowly.
His expression was very indifferent, and he looked leisurely and happy, not like he was walking in the wilderness, but more like he was taking a walk in the back garden to enjoy the scenery.
When the big demon saw his appearance, his expression suddenly changed, and his kneeling posture became very pious. When he spoke again, his voice was not so much a beg for mercy, but a whimper: "Your Majesty..."
The sound stopped suddenly.
The big demon suddenly fell in front of Jiang Yu.
Jiang Yu seemed not to notice and continued to walk forward.
As his steps fell on the big demon, the big demon instantly turned into powder.
He just crushed a monster to ashes with such ease.
Zhong Shaoyu looked at Jiang Yu standing in front of him and swallowed with palpitations.
She was more worried about Ye Sang behind her than Jiang Yu in front of her. She smiled apologetically at Jiang Yu and stepped back, then kicked Ye Sang's feet with her heels to signal him to leave quickly.
Although Ye Sang didn't know who Jiang Yu was, he was considered a wise man who knew the current affairs. Knowing that there was a huge disparity in strength, he picked up Mo Yu on the ground and ran away in a hurry.
Jiang Yu glanced at Ye Sang. Zhong Shaoyu was afraid that he would stop him, so he stretched out his hand and pulled down his sleeve.
Jiang Yu glanced at Zhong Shaoyu, then slowly moved his eyes down, landing on Zhong Shaoyu's white and tender fingers holding his cufflinks.
At this moment, the voices of the young people looking for Ye Sang were heard not far away.
"Junior brother, where did you go?"
"Why are you injured like this? Are you okay?"
"..."
Those voices gradually faded away, and Zhong Shaoyu knew that Ye Sang had reunited with the people from the Immortal Sect and was safe.
She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then realized that she was still holding Jiang Yu's sleeve.
She quickly let go.
Jiang Yu looked at his sleeves for a moment, then raised his eyelids and asked, "Why are you here in the middle of the night?"
Zhong Shaoyu opened his mouth, then opened his mouth again.
She couldn't tell him that she ran away overnight.
She is now a phoenix flower demon who loves him and will marry him no matter what.
Zhong Shaoyu's thoughts raced twice, he looked straight at Jiang Yu, and murmured: "Huh? I seem to have seen the person I love..."
Jiang Yu: “…………”
Zhong Shaoyu reached out and touched Jiang Yu's face.
She clearly felt that his whole body was stiff. She pretended not to notice, and her fingertips slid across his cheek, landed on his lips, and tapped twice: "What a wonderful dream this is,
It’s actually so real…”
PS: Zhong Shaoyu: As long as I say I am sleepwalking, I am sleepwalking!
