The Twelve Princess Mansion

Chu Zhiyuan stood in the yard with his hands behind his back, frowned and shook his head.

These demon masters are not fools, and they are not so easy to mobilize.

But it doesn't matter.

The distance between them is close, and now they only need to add another fire.

Thinking of this, the Xinyue Knife returned and shot at the demon who was covering his shoulders.

The middle-aged man in the mysterious robe suddenly realized something strange, and floated sideways, barely avoiding the flying knife shot towards his heart.

But his left shoulder was shot through again.

A ball of blood was sputtering, but the flying knife flew into the air without dropping blood.

It stopped in mid-air, as if looking down at the masters of the demon clan.

This provocative attitude was immediately sensed by them.

"Damn, you dare to come back!"

"What a big courage!"

Seeing that Xinyue Dao was so presumptuous, the masters of the demon clan were furious.

In a rage, they attacked the flying knife one after another.

Sword energy like fog and smoke enveloped the flying knife.

Transparent palm prints slapped at the flying knife.

The Xinyue Knife suddenly became illusory, passing through these smoke-like sword energy and palm prints, and shooting at the former middle-aged man in purple robe again.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding..."

Amid the clear sound, the Xinyue Knife gradually became transparent and gradually merged into the void.

In the courtyard of the Prince-Confucian Mansion, Chu Zhiyuan looked solemn and had a slightly pale face.

The attacks received by the Xinyue Sword are not only the sword energy and palm power, but also the mental power.

In this moment, he had consumed a huge amount of mental power to offset their mental damage.

Fortunately, Xinyue Dao finally disappeared.

"What's wrong!"

The injured middle-aged man in purple robe said in a deep voice.

He said a moment ago, and a roar came from a distance: "They are here!"

"What a demon boy!"

"Kill them all!"

The demon masters with bloodshot eyes roared and shot at the demon masters.

The demon masters were full of fire. When they saw the demon masters rushing towards them, they met without hesitation.

Xinyue Dao stopped in the air and looked down at the venue.

Chu Zhiyuan from the Prince Consort's Mansion shook his head and laughed.

This does require some luck, and you are lucky enough.

It is also because these two groups of people are not lucky enough.

The demon masters and demon masters were particularly jealous when they met each other, so they started fighting without surprise.

At this time, they no longer cared about alarming the masters of Phoenix Imperial City.

Destroy the other party first and then talk about other things.

The flying knife gradually moved away, flew towards the distant mountains, and finally reached the top of a mountain a mile away, looking down at the bottom.
Chapter completed!