Hua Qiangu Zhiwu is Bai Zihua

Chapter Three Hundred and Four

"Xiaogu!" As soon as Hua Qiangu appeared on the top of the mountain, Qingshui immediately ran out, took her hand, and said joyfully, "Xiaogu, why are you here? Is senior brother here too?"

After speaking, he turned his head and looked around, but he didn't find the white figure engraved in his heart. "Didn't Senior Brother come?"

"Senior brother, he..." Hua Qiangu was about to speak, but Qing Shui anxiously interrupted him before he finished speaking.

"Little bone, be careful!"

But I saw a demon soldier holding a big knife with cold killing intent and boundless evil spirit, slashing fiercely at the top of Hua Qian's bone...

The two were chatting just now, and under their carelessness, they didn't notice the magic soldier approaching at all.

Qingshui let out a soft cry and wanted to rescue, Hua Qiangu heard the voice and wanted to back away, but it was too late, at this moment, a long sword pierced through the air from behind...

There was a "ding" sound of gold and stone colliding, and the demon soldier holding a big knife flew out in response, and at the same time a purple shadow appeared beside Hua Qiangu, it was Ni Mantian.

"All over the sky?!" The two were delighted.

"Quick, don't be dazed! The magic soldiers are coming!"

Ni Mantian turned her head and shouted anxiously at the two of them, the long sword in her hand glowed with silver light, she swung the sword quickly, and a beam of sword light shot out from the tip of the sword, instantly hitting a demon soldier in front of her, Knocked him out, turned into a faint black smoke, and dissipated into the void.

Already lost his soul!

Only then did the two focus their attention, but they saw dozens of demon soldiers appearing at Shantoushan at some point, and everyone was in a hurry to deal with it.

"Let's go!"

Seeing several demon soldiers rushing towards them, the two looked at each other, quickly pulled out the long sword in their hands, and rushed forward...

There are not many magic soldiers that Zihua put into the mountain, only 24 magic soldiers, and there are eight people on the top of the mountain: Hua Qiangu, Qingshui, Nimantian, Shuofeng, Wuqingluo, Huoxi, and Baixue.

Everyone was dealing with the attacks of the three demon soldiers. At first, except for Bai Xue, the rest of them seemed a little flustered.

At the beginning of the battle, they didn't kill them, and they didn't understand until they were almost in danger because they didn't kill them a few times.

This is not an ordinary competition between disciples of the same sect on Changliu Mountain, but a real life-and-death battle, and there will be no mercy in the beginning.

The cultivation base and swordsmanship of the few people are not bad. After being in a hurry at the beginning, they quickly adapted to it, and displayed the powerful long-term swordsmanship to add mana, and quickly solved the three soldiers,

Among them, Bai Xue was the most relaxed. She took out the Gu from the Ruin Cauldron, and just stroked the strings with her bare hands. As she flicked her ten fingers like cutting onion roots, strange sound waves attacked directly. Several demon soldiers beheaded.

In the void, Zihua has been paying attention to the performance of several people, and he is very pleased to see that everyone can adapt to this life-and-death battle so quickly.

Then Fajue pinched again, and the number of demon soldiers released into the hill was more than double that of just now, and another fierce battle started...Zi Hua stood proudly in the void, the huge fairy Consciousness covers the entire battlefield with all its strength, and once that disciple encounters danger, he will immediately help him secretly.

After all, this group of Changliu disciples are the most elite group of disciples in Changliu. If there is any loss, it will shake the foundation of Changliu.

As time slowly passed, all the long-staying disciples, including Hua Qiangu and the others, fell into a fierce battle. No one knew how many demon soldiers had been killed, and the hand holding the long sword seemed a little numb. is close to exhaustion.

Now on the top of the hill, hundreds of demon soldiers have entered it. Hua Qiangu and the others have to deal with the siege of dozens of demon soldiers alone. Lost.

The demon-slaying formation composed of hundreds of long-term disciples, facing waves of demon soldiers' attacks, has already appeared to be crumbling, as if the formation would be defeated at any time.

And in the void, the five-element demon-killing formation formed by the fifteen long-term disciples of the Taishang Daoist was crushed and beaten by the three major demons, and everyone was seriously injured. Thrilling,

Seeing this, Zihua knew that it was time for him to take action, otherwise, there would be casualties if this situation continued, and he would disappear in the same place in an instant...

...

"Little guys, you are almost dead!"

In the void on one side, the old woman was pressing down on five long-term disciples. Seeing their precarious appearance, an ugly smile appeared on that wrinkled face, and the movements of her hands couldn't help being a little faster...

On the side, the scarred demon also suppressed the people in Changliu, punching each punch, all of which contained terrifying power, making it very difficult for them to resist.

"Hahaha, you nasty brats! I'm going to tear your souls out and refine your bones!" The Scar Demon laughed loudly.

The more helpless the long-term disciple seemed, the more excited he became, as if he was rejuvenated, and the movements of his hands became a little more ruthless.

"Huh? Who!!"

Suddenly, a creepy feeling suddenly appeared in the hearts of the two devils. They only felt a cold breath of death enveloped them. They were startled. When they looked up, they saw a figure in white clothes standing proudly in front of them. In the void.

"Bai... Bai Calligraphy?!!"

Seeing the white figure, the pupils of the two shrank sharply, and their liver and gallbladder were almost torn apart. They were about to escape, but they were horrified to find that their bodies could not move at all, and instead they floated uncontrollably towards the sky.

Soon they were photographed flying in front of the white figure in the void, and the two said in horror: "You...you are not a white calligraphy and painting...who are you?!"

"Death!" Zihua didn't talk nonsense, and spit out a word coldly, clasping his hands in front of his body. Under the terrified expressions of the two, their bodies exploded directly, turning into black smoke and dissipating in the void …

After finishing all this, Zihua summoned the Fuxiqin out of thin air, and the Fuxiqin floated in front of him, playing the piano with one hand and plucking the strings quickly with five fingers...

The other hand was facing the devil shrouded in black mist on the other side, his five fingers were bluffed, and a terrifying mana instantly acted on him, and the devil was like a chicken, without any resistance. I took it..._

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"Clearly"

As Zihua's five fingers quickly plucked the strings of the Fuxiqin, a burst of beautiful fairy music sounded, instantly covering the entire battlefield.

The melodious piano sound stopped in the ears of everyone in Changliu, and they all felt energetic and refreshed.

And it stopped in the ears of those demon soldiers, just like the terrifying sound of urging them to death, causing them to hug their heads and howl continuously on the ground in pain.

"Zheng"