Chapter 1443 Yang Jian's crisis, the sword cuts the demon
As three quasi-sages rushed to help, Yang Jian's pressure doubled for a while.
On the contrary, the Eighth Prince, who had been suppressed and beaten before, took a breath. Three quasi-sages helped block all Yang Jian's attacks, and he was only responsible for the crazy attack.
In just a quarter of an hour, the Eighth Prince swung nearly a thousand swords one after another. Although most of them were blocked by Yang Jian and his spiritual armor, a lot of sword energy still hit him.
Seeing Yang Jian's miserable appearance covered in blood, the Eighth Prince waved the magic sword in his hand and kept shouting: "Hey, isn't this the True Monarch Erlang Shen Yang Jian? Weren't you very arrogant just now? Come on,
Come and fight this prince!"
"Yang Jian, this prince has long said that you are no match for me. Who do you think you are? You are just a lackey from heaven. I am the eighth prince of the demon clan outside the territory. How can you compare with me?"
"Yang Jian, aren't you awesome? Aren't you very arrogant when you master the top-level killing rules? Come on, fight with this prince. This prince is standing here motionless. Come and kill me!"
"..."
After listening to the eighth prince's words, Yang Jian's face became extremely gloomy. He brandished a three-pointed two-edged sword in his hand to attack, but all of them were blocked by the three quasi-holy extraterrestrial demons.
On the contrary, the expressions of the three extraterrestrial demons at the moment were not very good. If it were ordinary people, they would have abandoned the Eighth Prince's villainous appearance.
But after all, the latter is a prince, and he is also the Eighth Prince that the Demon King loves most. They must protect him, and although the latter is a bit idiotic, he is indeed very generous. With their strength, they are mediocre among the Demon Clan outside the territory.
That's all, but because of the Eighth Prince, he is now at a high level and even holds real power.
Thinking of this, the three extraterrestrial demons kept their heads down and said nothing, and continued to resist Yang Jian's attacks, pretending not to hear the eighth prince's arrogant remarks.
For a time, under the cover of the three quasi-sages, the Eighth Prince continuously wounded Yang Jian, and the situation was worrying.
On the other side, Nezha, Dao Yuanzi and Chen Xin also saw this scene.
They also wanted to support Yang Jian. However, even though they broke out the power of their own laws and even used their magical powers, they were dragged by two quasi-holy extraterrestrial demons and could not leave.
Moreover, the mana consumption in the bodies of the three is quite serious. Under the continuous explosion, the hidden troubles are endless. If they cannot break through as soon as possible, then only death is waiting for them.
As soon as they thought of this, the faces of Nezha and the other three became solemn, and their hands moved faster and fiercely. They focused on one person and wanted to kill the opponent quickly to end the crisis.
It's a pity that although those extraterrestrial demons are not the top in the clan, but with the treasure given by the Eighth Prince, and their own strength is at the mid-to-late stage of quasi-sage, how can Nezha and the others easily defeat them?
In addition, two against one, they noticed the intentions of Nezha and others, but they didn't take it seriously at all. They just waited for the eighth prince to deal with Yang Jian and came to kill Nezha and others. This was a kind of flattery!
However, at this moment, a voice so calm that it made people feel chilly suddenly resounded in the venue: "Zizzi, it's really lively."
Following the sound, I saw a young man wearing a white robe, a Taoist temple on his head, and Taoist boots on his feet.
The young man is 1.95 meters tall, with a very tall figure, three thousand black hair flowing down behind him, and carrying a Tai Chi sword where yin and yang fish intersect on his back.
Looking condescendingly at the battlefields around the field, the young man's eyes wandered and quickly settled on Yang Jian, who was in the worst condition. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and he said: "Zhensheng Zhenjun, do you want to help?"
Hearing this, Yang Jian made a movement in his hands, raised his head and glanced at the person, frowned, and said secretly: "Who is this guy? Although it gives me a familiar feeling, I have never seen him before."
Before Yang Jian could answer, the eighth prince took the lead and said, "Where did you come from, pretty boy? Get out of here quickly, otherwise I will take you back and make you my man's favorite!"
As soon as these words came out, the young man in mid-air looked cold. He slowly pulled out the Tai Chi sword from behind, locked his eyes on the Eighth Prince and said: "You are very arrogant. In this case, then I will let you know the consequences of arrogance.
What."
After finishing speaking, the young man slashed with his hand, and a surging and huge sword energy quietly took shape, carrying a devastating force and heading straight towards the Eighth Prince.
The sword energy struck, and the Eighth Prince instantly broke into a cold sweat. A voice echoed in his mind: "He will die, he will die..."
In a moment, the Eighth Prince came back to his senses. The armor around him had been soaked, and his face was distorted at this moment. He yelled crazily: "Damn it, let me block it!"
As soon as these words were spoken, a quasi-holy extraterrestrial devil rushed out with a magic sword. With mana surging around his body, he slashed straight at the huge sword energy.
Click——
As a crisp sound resounded, the monks who were fighting fiercely in the area stopped their movements and turned to look.
I saw that the sword energy cut off the magic sword and directly divided the extraterrestrial demon in the mid-term quasi-saint into two parts, including the sea of soul consciousness. There was no time to even let out a scream, and a strong man in the mid-term quasi-saint fell.
.
"hiss……"
The next second, the sound of gasping for cold air echoed from all directions.
Everyone who saw this scene was shocked and couldn't believe that this was the damage caused by a sword energy.
Quasi-sage, the one who was almost at the top of this battle was killed so easily. Many gods and extraterrestrial demons squeezed their thighs at this moment, and felt the heartbreaking pain before confirming that they were not
Dreaming.
Under such silence, the young man holding the sword in mid-air curled his lips and said dismissively: "Trash!"
Immediately afterwards, his sharp eyes like an eagle swept over and fixed on the Eighth Prince again. He slowly raised the Tai Chi sword in his hand and said, "You are next."
Almost at the moment he finished speaking, the young man slashed, and the dazzling and murderous sword energy reappeared, slashing at the eighth prince with lightning speed.
Seeing the sword energy falling from the sky, and thinking of the power of the blow just now, an extraterrestrial demon who besieged Yang Jian was shocked. He kicked the eighth prince back and shouted: "Eighth prince, run away!"
Immediately afterwards, the extraterrestrial demon roared loudly, and its whole body was radiant. Its body grew to a height of nine feet at a speed visible to the naked eye. He raised a magic gun in his hand, activated his whole body of mana and poured it into it, and directly faced the speeding towards the enemy.
Sword energy.
Under the gazes of many gods and demons from outside the realm, the magic spear and sword energy collided in mid-air.
Immediately, a wave of air filled the air, and the monks below the quasi-sage within a radius of one kilometer were directly knocked away by the air wave, with blood spurting from their mouths. Only the quasi-sage could stand with his own strength.
However, before the immortals and demons could recover, a crisp sound resounded again, the ink spear broke, and the sword slashed at the nine-foot-tall extraterrestrial demon like a broken bamboo.
A touch of purple blood filled the sky, and miserable screams resounded throughout the battlefield: "Ah..."