A big stick sweeps across the wilderness

Normally, Jiang Yu had just returned from the God Realm.

Even if he didn't reminisce with his parents, he should still have fun with his uncles and aunts for two days.

But after being apart for so long, it would be a bit too unkind to chase someone away as soon as they meet.

Araguan Ruoxue looked at Jiang Yu's side face and comforted softly: "Don't think too much."

"Yes." Jiang Yu turned to look at the gradually smaller Xishan Mountain, and said firmly: "They are in trouble!"

Han Xinshuang was surprised: "What trouble?"

Jiang Yu's face was as dark as water: "With my uncle and aunt's temperament, they will definitely come with me to join in the fun. After all, there are many old enemies in the human race. The fact that they didn't mention anything proves that there are more important things."

As he said that, he shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Second aunt and father are sitting here, and they can't get away. I'm afraid there is only one such trouble in the world."

Araguan Ruoxue and Han Xinshuang exclaimed in unison: "General?"

Jiang Yu was noncommittal: "When you return to Mishan this time, have you noticed that all the magic weapons and generals are missing?"

Araguan Ruoxue's face changed slightly: "Let's go back."

"No!" Jiang Yu took her hand and said firmly: "The generals are immortal. Although the iron rod has been upgraded to a divine level, it is not a divine weapon after all. If we can really deal with the generals, my father will not let us leave. There is a way to solve the remaining soul of Ying Gou. Even if Ying Gou cannot be eliminated, at least we have to get the Xuanyuan Sword back."

Solve Ying Gou!

Grab the Xuanyuan Sword!

It all sounds crazy.

But Jiang Yu has been preparing for this madness for a long time.

The top of Mt.

The female slave looked at the chariot hidden in the clouds, with tears in the corners of her eyes.

As soon as tears flowed out of the corners of his eyes, they were evaporated into mist by the fire in his body.

Chi Qi let out a long breath, clasped his fists at the demon kings and said, "Brothers, it's enough for me and my second sister to be here. You have been away from home for too long, so go back and have a look."

Panda pouted a fat face: "What? Do you think our strength is low? As long as I want, I can break through the Demon Saint at any time. No matter how powerful the general is, how many rounds of the Demon Saint's thunder tribulation can he withstand?"

This was said lightly, but the Demon Saint's Thunder Tribulation almost ended in death.

Otherwise, they would not have dared to break through for thousands of years.

When the demon clan is prosperous, how many demon kings are there?

But since the beginning of the world, Han Baoer is only the fifteenth Demon Saint.

It's not that the demon clan is timid, it's that they really can't survive the thunder tribulation.

Panda's use of Demon Saint Thunder Tribulation to deal with generals is tantamount to committing suicide.

Chi Qi was moved in his heart, but he said without mercy: "With me and my second sister, we can delay the generals for a while even if we can't kill them. Just don't cause trouble. Don't force me to knock you out and throw you out. "

Panda still wanted to fight for it, but Yuan Ling pulled his arm: "Okay. When this matter is resolved, you have to treat us to a drink."

Chi Qi curled his lips and said, "If you have enough wine, whoever gets down first will be the grandson!"

Yuan Ling hehezhile: "I just like your cool and tough-tongued character. Okay, that's it!"

After saying that, he picked up a few other people and walked away.

As soon as the panda left the top of the mountain, he shook off Yuan Ling's hand: "If you're afraid of death, just leave by yourself. Why are you holding me back?"

Yuan Ling rolled his eyes: "You don't understand Big Brother's temper? He really wants to drive us away, who can stay? Isn't there a group of monks a hundred miles away? Let's stay there for two days. We'll wait until the fight starts here. Can he still drive us away then?"

The panda's fat face was still angry, but his tone softened: "It sounds nice, are you going to cheat?"

Yuan Ling shook his head for a while: "Well, there is no conflict!"

Yanzhou.

In a noisy wine shop.

A charming woman pushed the bulging cloth bag forward: "Let's inspect the goods."

Sitting across from him was a thin and beautiful woman. After opening the bag and identifying it carefully, he nodded slightly: "It is indeed Shuo's head. Li Killing is really effective."

The charming woman smiled: "Is it time to finish?"

The other party put a bag of gold on the table. But he held on and didn't let go: "You have such skills, don't you consider doing some big business?"

"You can eat as much as your belly has." The charming woman exerted a little force and grabbed the gold directly.

Weighed it in my hands.

"As a human being, you help Rakshasa kill people. Do you still have money that you can't afford?" The stunning woman is a female Rakshasa.

Her tone was rather sarcastic. Then he put a bag of gold on the table.

He didn't hide the contempt on his face at all.

The seductive woman smiled charmingly: "Brother said that we can make money from foreigners. But after the employment relationship is ended, it's up to the assassins to do things according to their mood. I should thank you. I thought that all the hard work was in vain."

With that said, he grabbed the gold and walked out without looking back.

The female Rakshasa was about to stop her when her expression suddenly changed. He lost his voice and said: "You...you poisoned me?"

The charming woman stopped, her face full of innocence: "Don't talk nonsense! You ordered tea before I came. I haven't touched your teapot and cup at all."

The female Rakshasa's face was extremely ferocious, and she shouted sternly: "Kill her...kill her!"

"Boom! Boom!"

The wooden door and wall were smashed by two tall figures.

Two Rakshasa with two heads and four arms rushed in.

There was a scream in the wine shop.

However, the charming woman did not panic at all. He said in a calm tone: "If you are really capable, you don't need to ask Li Shamen to do it for you. You can't even deal with the target, and you still want to deal with me?"

She stood still, but two other figures took action for her.

A short man armed with two swords.

The sword flashed continuously.

He chopped off the Rakshasa's legs, all the way to his head.

He cut hundreds of knives in an instant.

Each wound was not deep, but it was quite terrifying when concentrated on one Rakshasa.

It is equivalent to execution in Lingchi.

Another one-armed man is just the opposite.

One shot pierced both Rakshasa's necks. Not a single superfluous movement.

The charming woman was a little surprised: "Second brother, why did you come in person?"

The one-armed man looked indifferent: "Just call me ghost. Now that you have completed the task, go back and rest early."

"Yes!" The charming woman did not dare to be a little presumptuous in front of the ghost.

Ghosts are the first people to follow Big Brother. The less you say, the more confusing it is.

"Wait, wait a minute. Why did you attack me? We can cooperate for a long time!" The female Rakshasa was still making her final struggle.

The ghost looked coldly. A rare explanation: "Brother doesn't like Rakshasa, and we don't work with the same client multiple times. Since Rakshasa wants you to die, there is nothing to say."

"Crow?" The female Rakshasa looked at the charming woman in disbelief: "I haven't offended you, have I?"

Crow made a face at her: "Who said that? You are beautiful. Pretty girls offend me!"

The female Rakshasa coughed up a mouthful of blue blood: "Kill your employer, you don't want your credibility anymore?"

The double-sword man glanced at the female Rakshasa with cold eyes: "You are all dead, who can still gossip? And... Rakshasa's gossip will only enhance the reputation of the Lisha Sect."

The female Rakshasa's body swayed and she sat back on the chair slumped. He murmured: "How could I trust the despicable human race?"

"Crow is a psychic assassin who is best at persuading employers." The man with the double sword dropped a word and turned to leave without looking back.

When the female Rakshasa was dying, she heard the sound of crows outside the window: "Ghost, I made so much money back. How can I be rewarded by the door?"

The tone is like a little girl asking for credit from her elders. Not at all charming and cold-blooded as before.

"BBQ!"

The ghost's voice was concise and to the point.

"Huh? BBQ?" Crow was extremely dissatisfied: "I earned double the reward!"

The ghost's tone did not fluctuate at all: "The eldest brother roasted the meat himself. If you don't want to eat it, I will share it with the brothers."

"Ah? Eat, eat, eat, who says I don't eat? I like barbecue the most!"

"Aren't you afraid of getting fat?"

"Brother's roasted meat will make you fat!"