Ning Wanqiu defeated the enemy with one move, and Wen Li immediately realized that this sharp sword with golden light was not an ordinary thing. He stared at the boy who was a few years older than him in horror and shouted: "Wow, it's not fair. The swordsman's duel, the strength and weakness should be all about martial arts moves. What's the ability to use this magic weapon?" Then, he used demon power to make a new blade-like sharp branch grow on the cut-off arm, but the demon power also declined a little with this.

When Zhang Dahui saw that Ning Wanqiu had the upper hand and was in a state of relief, he said to Ning Wanqiu: "Why are you stopping? You are taking advantage of the situation to pursue him. Don't give him any chance!"

Ning Wanqiu saw Wen Li’s innocent cheeks, as if she had seen her young and ignorant self a few years ago. At this time, she didn’t know that the real Red Yasha had already reached the front yard and had a great advantage. She also wanted to avoid unnecessary killing in her heart, so she did not buy Zhang Dahui’s account, smiled, put the golden light of the spirit-removing sword, and then inserted it back into the sheath, and said to Wen Li: “Okay, then let’s see if the descendants of Hong Yasha are strong or the fake boys are powerful?”

Wen Li said in confusion: "What do you mean?"

Ning Wanqiu smiled strangely and activated the demonic power. His hands suddenly turned into branches like swords, just like Wenli, and asked, "Now, it should be fair?"

"What? Why did you become a branch like our shadow warriors? Who are you?"

"I said that I am the real descendant of Hong Yasha, a child, look at the sword!" After that, Ning Wanqiu used his hand as a sword and stabbed Wen Li repeatedly. However, this kind of stabbing method accompanied by the unique movement of his footsteps, which seemed to be influenced by Western fencing techniques, which made Wen Li difficult for a while.

However, as one of the Shadow Venerables, Wen Li was not as brave as an ordinary Shadow Warrior, and after a few moves of high and low, he took a steady step and used a "loof-shaped move", his body became agile and elegant, and he carried his hand to fight back, connecting up and down, forcing Ning Wanqiu backwards again and again.

"Oh, good swordsmanship, I think your parents spent a lot of effort when you were human, right?" Ning Wanqiu felt a sense of mutual appreciation for the young man who loved swords, and then asked.

"Hmph, so what? They said that practicing martial arts is useless in this era, but I insisted on practicing a name for them to see. Unfortunately, my father can no longer see it."

Ning Wanqiu understood that Wen Li was transformed, and most of the time it was because of his father's charm. He was not surprised and sighed: "That's different from me. My family is just because of poverty and can't afford to hire a master... Unfortunately, this thing depends on understanding, right? It's not that I brag about myself. Once I activate the demon power, I really haven't met anyone in this world who can compete with my sword skills." Both of them were young and frivolous. During their conversation, there were a total of four tree hands fighting. They had been fighting back and forth for more than twenty rounds, but they were still inseparable from the top.

Next to it, the minstrel had already given Nie Xiaoqian the fifth question, asking Nie Xiaoqian to write a poem based on his own body. Nie Xiaoqian was not as talented as Chen Shuqing, and was at a loss. She followed the little monk from ten to zero. In an instant, except for his head, his whole body had turned into stones.

"Hahaha, the tactics are successful!" After the bell-shaped spirit body and the little monk disappeared, Zhang Dahui was overjoyed and immediately ran to the tower and carried the frightened Nie Xiaoqian.

"So it was you who did a good thing?" Nie Xiaoqian immediately understood everything when she saw the blue light on Zhang Dahui's body.

"Hehe, don't be anxious, don't be anxious, I have always been very pity." After saying that, Zhang Dahui looked around at the route, thinking about going to the front yard to meet Pu Weihai. It would be impossible to walk through the front battlefield through the front battlefield. However, he jumped out of the wall not only to take a detour, but also knew nothing about the situation outside the wall, so he ran to the west side and ran. When he got close, he jumped to the roof.

Wen Li turned his head and saw Zhang Dahui's actions while fighting. Seeing Nie Xiaoqian in danger, he was eager to protect his master, so he shouted: "Sir Xiaoqian!" He wanted to chase him on the roof.

"Your opponent is me, boy." Behind him, Ning Wanqiu pressed step by step, taking advantage of Wen Li's back to him, stretched the branch of his right hand, wrapped his legs, and pulled it back to the tower.

Wen Li had no choice but to passively fight with Ning Wanqiu and watched Zhang Dahui leave.

Zhang Dahui ran not far away. Before he reached the front hall, a person came to the roof, wearing a crimson cloak and holding a spirit-removing sword in his hand. It seemed that his own people came to pick him up.

After getting closer, Zhang Dahui realized that the person coming was actually a woman, but the woman had a flat nose, high cheekbones, and her facial features seemed to not know how to match them, which made the man feel uninterested.

"Thank you for your hard work, give Nie Xiaoqian to me, I'll hand it over to Pu Weihai." After saying that, the woman stretched out her hand to Zhang Dahui.

"It's so good, I can't handle it anymore." After Zhang Dahui said that, he walked slowly towards the woman. When he approached the woman, his face suddenly changed drastically. He smiled coldly and used the power of purification to trip the woman on the roof.

The woman screamed, and when she fell to the ground, she was instable and then slid down the herringbone eaves. Fortunately, she broke a tiles in the middle to reach the rafters below and stop the slide.

"Hehe, you stinky monster, can deceive others, but can't deceive me." Zhang Dahui lowered his head to the woman, showing a fierce look on his face.

The woman got up and was puzzled: "There is no demonic aura on me. How did you find it?"

"Wow, I'm really right! There are not many women in our team. If there are such an ugly woman, I will definitely leave a shadow that I can't forget." Zhang Dahui smiled, "But, ugly monsters are also women, and I will still be merciful. You should thank me, just tripping you up and not killing you."

???? In fact, Zhang Dahui just saw the other party wearing a self-defense cloak and knew that the power of purification would be defended.

The woman was stunned and pulled her lips and said, "Is it a mistake to be ugly?"

"If you are ugly, it's fine, but among our companions, no one will call the boss's real name. If you are willing to call 'Mr. Pu', I have to think about it at least." Zhang Dahui was worried that if the monsters were duel with him, he had to use the minstrel to defend himself, but he was worried that Nie Xiaoqian would be relieved, so he stopped delaying it and shouted deliberately, "Okay, I don't want to kill people, be tactful, get out of here!"

The woman did not show any concession, but instead sneered leisurely: "Haha, I'm going to piss it off soon, I'm afraid it's you, a thin man."

Zhang Dahui was confused and was stunned. Suddenly, he felt that the power in his body was retreating. Nie Xiaoqian, who was carrying it on his shoulder, became as heavy as a hill, and the heaviness continued to increase. He finally couldn't hold on and sat on the roof, putting Nie Xiaoqian down, grabbed it in his hand and supported it hard.

Then, Zhang Dahui became panting, as if he was not normal to exhaustion, and as if he had been given some magic power, he panicked: "What kind of trick did you use to me, an ugly monster?"

The woman smiled and said, "Who said I am a monster? Ordinary humans cannot join the name of Red Yasha and become Shadow Venerable?"

Zhang Dahuishi understood everything. It turned out that he used the power of purification to attack the mortals, causing the power to be sealed! When he looked at Nie Xiaoqian again, the petrified part of the body was gradually transforming back into his original body as his purification power disappeared!

Not good! It’s okay if the power of purification is sealed, but if Nie Xiaoqian escapes and the plan fails, everything will be over!

However, the woman did not intend to give Zhang Dahui a chance. When she was weak, she took another step forward and made the spirit-removing sword to grab Nie Xiaoqian's right hand. She took Nie Xiaoqian back into her hand amid Zhang Dahui's screams like a pig, and sneered: "While you are still alive, I have to teach you the principles of being a human being. No matter how ugly a woman is, she has the minimum dignity. I am not called ugly monster, my name is Duan Xiuwan, you can remember it and die."

While talking, Zhang Dahui's purifying power had all retreated, and he moaned sadly while covering his broken arm.

In front of him, Duan Xiuwan held the spirit-removing sword and pointed at Zhang Dahui's head. His life was hanging in a thread. Nie Xiaoqian had completely recovered from her body. She stopped Duan Xiuwan, who was about to kill, and said, "Okay, don't kill him, he is already a useless person. Go and help grandma."

After saying that, Nie Xiaoqian treads the tiles on the soles of her feet, revealing the wooden rafters, using spells, and penetrates them under the row room.

The original good situation encountered such a sudden change. Zhang Dahui closed his eyes helplessly, waiting for the arrangement of fate.

...

In the front yard, Su Sanniang and Zhu Yuanliang were still fighting with their respective opponents, and the dead soldiers were fighting for every inch of space with the shadow warriors. Pu Zixuan struggled to deal with Hong Yasha in the air, but he saw that his body was itchy all over his body and he had to fight quickly. However, his opponent, the former demon king Hong Yasha, had a great power to confront the opponent with such a huge difference in strength. Except for the first sneak attack, it was difficult to hit the old witch again, even if it was once, it was like a monkey being played with, and was hit by several vines stretching out from Hong Yasha.

Hong Yasha also understood the opponent's intentions. Seeing Nie Xiaoqian being trapped, he secretly found the shadow warrior beside Duan Xiuwan through his thoughts, and then conveyed Duan Xiuwan through the shadow warrior, asking him to pick up the cloak and weapons on the ground, pretend to be a dead soldier to deceive Nie Xiaoqian. Even if the fraud failed, he could earn the opponent's purification power and be sealed. He no longer worried about the battle situation in the backyard, and he was in a good mood to tease Pu Zixuan.

Among his companions, Pu Zixuan is the only person who can fight against Hong Yasha in the air. He doesn't care about his own safety and has been trying to deal with Hong Yasha. Faced with the vines that are constantly attacking, Pu Zixuan has used all his strength to avoid them, making himself more and more hurt. At some time, he has also shown a sense of courage in the battle. He gradually found the pattern of vines moving, and hopes that he can hit his opponent head-on.

The vines stretching out from the Red Yasha do not always remain the same as the tentacle lengths of the octopus, but are sometimes long and sometimes short, showing complex movements in displacement and expansion. Pu Zixuan had a sudden inspiration. Thinking of his super self-healing ability, he always paid attention to the trajectory of one of the vines. When he judged that this vine was about to be recycled, he deliberately stabbed the left arm of his Galaxy Dragon King and was pulled toward Hong Yasha.

This move worked. Although his left arm was also damaged, he finally approached Hong Yasha. When Hong Yasha was stunned, he shouted loudly and used the right claw of the Star River Dragon King to grab Hong Yasha's head.

Hong Yasha was caught off guard and took a muffled blow from the Star River Dragon King on his face, leaving a trace of his claws. Then he quickly took the vine back, covered his face with both hands, and cursed: "You little brat, I give in to you, you actually attacked me like this. What's wrong with hitting me? Do you have to slap in the face? If you break my pretty face, you can't afford to sell ten of them!"

Pu Zixuan finally succeeded once, and laughed without caring about itching and pain all over his body and said, "Hahaha, your face is afraid that it has not evolved well. If you are reincarnated, you should try your luck. Most of them will be better than now!"

"You little brat, dare to joke with my face!" Hong Yasha was furious and stopped entangling with Pu Zixuan with vines. He stretched out his right hand and a tree trunk pressed against the dead soldier on the ground flew over and was controlled by Hong Yasha.

Although the trunk was heavy, it became a weapon of Hong Yasha, but it was controlled so lightly. Before Pu Zixuan could see clearly, he was beaten away by the trunk of the waving tree and hit the roof of the side of the front yard.

After understanding the gap between himself and Hong Yasha, Pu Zixuan woke up and shouted: "Xiaojiu, come and help me!"

Chen Shuqing did not answer, and at the same time, at the same time, Nie Xiaoqian was passing through the roof vertically to enter the bottom of the row and fleeing. She was only halfway down. Suddenly, a huge nine-tailed fox roared up, broke through the roof, and knocked Nie Xiaoqian to more than a foot.

When Nie Xiaoqian fell, she was caught by one of the nine-tailed foxes' tails and tightly wrapped around.
Chapter completed!