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Chapter two hundred and forty-eight fast sword

"There's not much time..." Cheng Hua glanced at the four Yang Talisman magic weapons on his head, black bells, golden cauldrons, red axes, gray umbrellas, and lines of spiritual lights flying, and waves of demonic energy rolled, like a net of heaven and earth, covering a radius of hundreds of feet tightly. It's not easy for him to escape...

As the four Yang Talisman magic weapons were attacking one after another, the light of the Vajra Immortal Talisman became dimmer and dimmed. Cheng Hua knew that there was not much time left for him. Perhaps in less than a quarter of an hour, he would be exhausted by the Vajra Immortal Talisman. Without even the four demon generals taking action, he would be swallowed by the Four Poles of Fierce Spirits.

"Wait..." However, just when Cheng Hua was in a state of despair, he suddenly saw a young monk suddenly walking into the canyon. At first glance, he saw that the man looked over twenties, a little too young, wearing a blue shirt and a tall figure. When he walked in from outside the canyon, he had a faint smile on his face and his steps were light and slow, as if he was on an outing...

The young monk walked into the canyon, looked at Cheng Hua in the Four Poles Fierce Spirit Array, and bowed with a smile, saying hello. Then, before Cheng Hua could remind him, the young monk slowly walked to one of the demon generals...

The demon general was cultivated by a tiger demon. He was ten feet tall and colorful. He was emitting a strong bloody aura as he opened his mouth and blew out. He could tell at a glance that he had swallowed many creatures on weekdays. At this time, the demon general had just suppressed the injuries on his body. Although blood was overflowing in several vital points, it was no longer so fatal. He was about to snatch the Four Poles of Evil Spirit Array and swallow two monks to replenish their bodies, but suddenly he saw the young monk walking along the way...

"Haha, you're here!" The demon general's eyes lit up. When he looked at the young monk, his scarlet tongue licked his lips, and then he roared at the young monk...

"Nothing, I'm here to borrow something from you..."

The young monk just smiled, and didn't even take a step back, and saw a sword flying out from behind...

Too fast!

The sword is incredibly fast.

Before Cheng Hua could even react, he saw the sword circling around the demon general, and a millstone-sized one was revealed and fell down with a "thump"...

"What a fast sword..."

The young monk killed the demon general with one sword, and his steps were still light and slow. He walked to the side of the Four Poles Evil Spirit Array like an outing. With a wave of his hand, he took down the black bell. The Four Poles Evil Spirit Array was missing one point. Cheng Hua immediately felt that the pressure on his body dropped sharply, and the Vajra Immortal Talisman, which was originally dim, shone again...

However, after the young monk took off the black clock, he did not rescue Cheng Hua and others. Instead, he walked to the second demon general and witnessed the scene just now. The demon general was stunned when he suddenly saw the young monk coming over, and he subconsciously retreated: "You...what do you want to do!"

"Nothing, don't be nervous..."

"I'm not nervous!" The second demon general roared, trying to give himself courage. Unfortunately, seeing the young monk getting closer and closer, the little courage he had just plucked up disappeared without a trace, and then took two steps back in a panic: "Wait, do you want magic weapons? Don't come over, I'll give it to you!"

"Okay, thank you." The young monk stopped.

A hint of joy appeared in the eyes of the second demon general. He quickly activated the demonic energy and recalled the golden cauldron. He held it in both hands and handed it to the young monk. His eyes turned and took two steps back. Just as he was about to activate the golden cauldron and put the young monk in, he suddenly saw a sword light flashing...

"thump!"

A head as big as a millstone fell down...

The young monk slashed the second demon general with one sword. Then a stream of true energy activated, erasing the imprint in the golden cauldron, and glanced at the head that had not yet closed his eyes: "Just a yang talisman magic weapon wants to plot against me?"

After only a quarter of an hour, the young monk had already killed two six-tribulation demon generals in a row. For a moment, the entire canyon was a bit scary. The remaining two demon generals, more than a dozen disciples of the Lishan Sword Sect, all their eyes were staring at the young monk...

The young monk didn't do anything, just watched the remaining two demon generals...

That kind of gaze didn't look at two demon generals who had six tribulations, but it was like looking at chickens and ducks in the vegetable market. This one was a little fatter, more oily, and the other was a little thinner, and it was chewy...

Finally, the remaining two demon generals were driven crazy by this gaze, and at the same time, they let out a roar and rushed towards the young monk...

However, what awaits them is a sword energy...

The golden sword energy passed through the chest, and the two corpses fell down one after another. The entire canyon was completely quiet. However, the young monk just took a look and walked straight to the four extreme evil spirit formations, and took off the remaining red axe and gray umbrella...

"In the morning, Cheng Hua, a disciple of the Lishan Sword Sect, I don't know what my junior brother calls me?" The red axe and gray umbrella were taken away, and the Four Poles Evil Spirit Array was no longer supported by the Yang Talisman magic weapon. Cheng Hua just snatched the sword light and walked out of the Four Poles Evil Spirit Array.

"Warming Hours in the Ten Thousand Beasts..." It is naturally Lin Fei who can pretend to be warm in such a skillful way...

"Thank you, Junior Brother Wen, for helping me. I, Junior Brother Wen, will never thank you for your help in the future. Junior Brother Wen will be sent to you in the future, so I, Cheng Hua, will never say anything!" Cheng Hua thanked me again and again.

"That's great." Lin Fei smiled: "Junior brother happened to have something to ask Senior Brother Cheng for help."

"Oh?" Cheng Hua was stunned at first, then smiled: "No problem, Junior Brother Wen has any instructions, I, Cheng Hua, will never refuse anything I can!"

"Okay, please hand over the Qiankun bag. Don't worry, I will only take the spiritual medicine inside, the protective magic weapon of Senior Brother Cheng, and the Vajra Immortal Talisman, I will not move any of them."

"What!" Cheng Hua's face darkened: "Junior Brother Wen, what does this mean?"

"Nothing, it's just a robbery..."

"You..." Cheng Hua was stunned for a while, and it turned out that Junior Brother Wen, who he regarded as a savior, was not here to save people...

what to do……

Although everyone has escaped from the Four Pole Evil Spirit Array, if you want to say that your strength has been recovered by up to 20% of the 100%. If you encounter an ordinary cultivator, you can fight one. However, Wen Hou of the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain is obviously not an ordinary cultivator. Four six-tribulation demon generals will be killed just by slashing them. Even if you just get a bargain, your strength is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary cultivators.

If I don’t agree, I’m afraid that all the dozen disciples of Lishan Sword Sect, including me, will be buried in this canyon like the four demon generals...

After a while of silence, Cheng Hua finally untied the Qiankun bag from his waist and threw it to Lin Fei from afar. His face had already turned pale: "Junior Brother Wen, I, Cheng Hua, have recorded today's affairs. If I have the chance in the future, I will definitely kiss the Ten Thousand Beast Mountains to seek justice for today's affairs..."

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say..."
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