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Chapter 145 Blood Demon Comes into the World (19)

Zhao Yutang's eyesight was still not good, and there was a hazy red mist in front of his eyes, and he couldn't distinguish the outline of things.

The strong devilish energy made her uneasy, and "Shuang" buzzed in her hands restlessly. She subconsciously called Mu Min, but there was no response.

But in fact, Mu Min was right beside her. He was holding the hilt of his sword tightly with both hands, his huge and ferocious bone wings spread out on his shoulders, his whole body was covered with strange bloody lines, and the lines spread to his eyebrows, and a bloodstain between his eyebrows was as red as To bleed.

"Tu" has become frantic and refuses to recognize its master. Under its control, Mu Min slowly raised his sword.

His eyes were blood red, his lips were tightly pursed, and his jawline was extremely tense, like a drawn bow.

The tip of the sword moved very slowly, and gradually aimed at Mu Min himself. He was one with "Tu" master and servant, and the sword would cease to exist when he died.

"Tu" means self-destruction.

But how could Mu Min be willing, beside him was Zhao Yutang who had been thinking about him day and night, and he hadn't healed his senior sister's eyes yet, if she knew that he died in front of her in the future, how sad she would be.

"Haha, what kind of blood demon is nothing more than that. Since you bear the glory, you must also bear the burden. If you die under this scabbard today, you will be regarded as a well-deserved death."

Looking at the chaotic situation below, the Demon King of Nanjing became more and more cheerful, laughing wantonly, as if he had seen himself on the throne of the Demon Lord.

Mu Min couldn't hear him anymore, "Tu"'s lord-killing behavior was used by the demon bone that had been trying to split him from his flesh and blood, and dragged him into the blood barrier, making him dizzy and not knowing what was going on tonight. At night, all you can see in the magic barrier is a sea of ​​blood and mountains of corpses.

The smell of blood in the nostrils was getting stronger and stronger, and the demonic energy transformed into the lobby, and Zhou Ruoshui and the others couldn't hold on anymore.

She gritted her teeth, and at the same time quickly sent a message to the teacher's door that the reinforcements of the Xianmeng were outside the city, and if they arrived in time, they could save some people.

As soon as the summoned spirit butterfly was released, it was shattered violently. Demon King Nanjing raised his sword with a sneer, "Why, do you still want to make small moves under my king's nose?"

Zhou Ruoshui's face was pale, she was no match for the Demon King of Nanjing, and now her companions were too busy to take care of themselves, and no one could help her.

Her gaze suddenly narrowed, and she saw Zhao Yutang who hadn't expended spiritual power to protect her body from the beginning but was still unharmed, and shouted, "Zhao Yutang!"

Isn't Zhao Yutang a disciple that the Immortal League values?Isn't he the future leader of the Immortal Alliance?At this moment, Zhou Ruoshui completely forgot that Zhao Yutang was seriously injured and that she was a disciple abandoned by the Immortal League. She only hoped that she could save her companion from the fire and water again like before.

From the moment he got no response from Mu Min, Zhao Yutang realized that something was wrong. He thought it was only the Demon King of Nanjing who was difficult to deal with, but what he got from somewhere directly caused Mu Min to lose control.

She was banned because of serious injuries, and the evil spirit only treated her as a mortal. In addition, there was Mu Min around, so she was ignored and got a respite.

Having no other choice, Zhao Yutang was worried about Mu Min's situation, so he mobilized his whole body's spiritual power to unseal his cultivation base, and at the same time tried to summon his natal sword.

When Zhou Ruoshui called her, Zhao Yutang was already sweating, and the meridians in her body were washed away by spiritual power over and over again. She lost all five senses under the extreme pain, and only had one thought, which was to draw the sword.

The unilateral massacre was still going on, and the demon king of Nanjing had the chance to win, he raised his knife and slashed at Zhou Ruoshui. If this blow continued, Zhou Ruoshui would be dead.

He laughed wildly, "I want to see if your master can save you in time."

"Chong--!"

The half-cut magic knife was abruptly stopped by the sword, and a blindfolded girl with white silk appeared beside Zhou Ruoshui at some point. Her black hair was flying, her skirt was stained with blood on the ground, and her gentle face seemed to be soaked in ice. Among them, it was not as cold as her.

The sword actually held up.

The Demon King of Nanjing was stunned for a moment, then he smiled and said, "I thought you were a mortal, but you are also a member of Xianmen."

He didn't take Zhao Yutang seriously, so he swung his knife and slashed it down. The knife was made of the bones of monsters, and even if it was a monster, it would lose half of its skin, not to mention that he had used [-]% of his skills at the moment.

Zhao Yutang clenched the sword in his hand, and said to "Shuang" in a low voice, "Please hold on."

After saying that, she jumped up, avoiding the cut down magic knife, and focused on the place where the Demon King of Nanjing lacked defense. into one.

At the same time, she struck out a demon-suppressing lock from her sleeve. The chain was extremely thin and silver-gray all over. .

After two tricks with her, the relaxed look on Nanjing Demon King's face disappeared. He knew that this was not an ordinary immortal disciple, so he was more cautious in dealing with it.

When swords and swords clashed, evil spirits invaded all over the place, and Zhen Mosuo was as soft as silk in Zhao Yutang's hands. She wrapped two wrists around her and swung them in the direction of Nanjing Demon King. As soon as the chains touched his body It quickly contracted and wrapped tightly, until his body swelled several times.

He glared, "Which sect are you a disciple?"

Under the impact of the demonic energy, Zhao Yutang knelt on one knee and went straight back. The point of the sword used to support it scratched a deep crack from the ground. She lowered her head and panted slightly. The white silk covering her eyes was cut in the fight. At this moment, it slowly fell from her face, revealing her delicate and soft eyebrows.

No matter how hard the fight was, it didn't make her bend her back half a bit, and even her voice was as peaceful as ever.

"No sect, no sect, Zhao Yutang."

She thought of something, looked in the direction where Mu Min might be, and added with a smile.

"I'm Mu Min's senior sister."

The Demon King of Nanjing didn't know Zhao Yutang, but he knew that Mu Min had a senior sister before he entered the Demon Realm, but he didn't expect this woman to be so powerful and willing to be driven by Mu Min.

He looked at Mu Min with a sneer, "So what if you fight me to the death, your precious junior brother is about to destroy himself."

He didn't believe that Mu Min could survive under the double pressure of the scabbard and the magic bone.

Zhao Yutang remained silent, stood up holding his sword, and wiped the blood from his cheek with his thumb.

"Don't underestimate him."

That's Mu Min, she taught Mu Min.

She raised her sword and rushed forward, as if she was going to fight the Nanjing Demon King in an immortal posture. Waves of cyan spiritual energy scattered in all directions, and the demonic energy disappeared wherever she went.

At the end of the battle, "Shuang" was overwhelmed and broke in two, and Zhao Yutang only held the broken hilt.

The situation of the Demon King of Nanjing was even worse, but he was a demon after all. In order to escape for his life, he simply used his own flesh and blood as the basis to activate magic. In an instant, his skills soared, and the magic knife reappeared with tens of thousands of afterimages.

At the very moment, a snake shadow condensed by blood mist rushed towards it and smashed the magic knife into pieces.

The Demon King of Nanjing fell heavily to the ground, only a corner of the blue brocade robe was seen.

The young man who he asserted would self-destruct was tall and tall, holding a scabbard in his hand and stepping on a magic bone. When he turned around, the butterfly bone behind him was empty, leaving only two blood holes.

(End of this chapter)