Urban Demon Slayer

"You're not my little brother, so why do you obey me in everything? I ask you to endure it, so you just endure it?" Wang Qianchen said quietly.

"Grass!" Wei Zihua understood what Wang Qianchen meant, jumped down from the flower bed, his hands quickly condensed in the air, and a long air knife suddenly appeared!

"Shua——"

Without any hesitation, Wei Zihua struck Wan Long in the back with a sharp knife.

"ah--"

Wan Long was caught off guard and was hit squarely by the knife. His back was torn open and blood flew out.

"You fucked me!" Wan Long was furious and turned around suddenly. Hearing a few "咻咻咻" sounds, several flying swords rose from behind him.

"call--"

At the same time, Du Hong struck out with both palms, and the sky filled with flames covering Wanlong's body.

"Son of a bitch!" Wan Long cursed and quickly retreated, but a lot of his hair and clothes were burned off. His whole body looked pitch black, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt flesh.

"咻咻咻——"

Several sharp flying swords shot out, in the dark

There was a frightening light shining in the darkness.

Tan Zuo raised his long sword, and thunder, fire, wind, and water vapor flashed on the sword's edge. With a few "ding, ding, ding," all the flying swords bounced away.

At the same time, Wang Qianchen suddenly jumped out and slapped Wan Long on the head with a brick in his hand.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

In the blink of an eye, Wang Qianchen slapped him seven or eight times. Wan Long's head was bleeding and he was shaking, and he almost fell down.

"What the hell, just leave. Why go in front of them?" Seeing this scene, Bai Feiyang could no longer hide and could only rush forward with a group of Longhu Mountain disciples.

At the same time, the Nie family disciples led by Nie Rong and a group of disciples from Qingcheng Mountain, a total of twenty or thirty people, all rushed out!

"Fuck, there are so many people?" Wei Zihua looked surprised, and then he condensed several air grenades and threw them out with a "whistle". The "rumbling" explosion sounded all around, which indeed blocked many people. the way to go.

But there is still at least one

Half the people rushed forward.

"Hahaha, good time, I like it!" Du Hong waved his hands, and more flames roared out.

Bai Feiyang thrust out his sword, and as the lightning flashed, the flames were extinguished instantly.

"I wanted to say it on the first day, are you worthy of being called the number one genius?" Bai Feiyang raised his sword and stabbed at Du Hong. The sound of "swish, swish, swish" continued to sound, mixed with faint thunder, and the offensive Quite fierce.

"Hey, I'm not the first genius, are you? Come on, let me learn your swordsmanship!" Du Hong murmured, and a flaming sword burning with blazing fire appeared in his hand!

These talented disciples have long heard of each other's names. Due to the friendship between the sects, it is usually inconvenient to provoke and discuss directly, but this time they have the opportunity.

"Bang bang bang!" Wang Qianchen was still holding the brick and patting Wan Long's head.

But the next second, Nie Rong suddenly appeared and slapped Wang Qianchen's shoulders with his hands. He didn't see how hard he used it, but Wang Qianchen's body moved uncontrollably.

He fell to the side and took seventeen or eight steps back before barely regaining his footing.

Four taels is worth a thousand pounds!

Nie Rong is a master of Tai Chi. Others who have practiced Tai Chi for a lifetime may not be able to understand its essence, but Nie Rong can easily master the key and know-how.

He is born with it and can do it better than anyone else.

Seeing Nie Rong, Wang Qianchen's face sank slightly, and then said: "Get out of the way!"

"Brother, stop fighting, it will cause death, and it will be bad for you and Wanlong!" Nie Rong advised softly.

Nie Rong had helped Wang Qianchen several times before, and logically he should have given him some face, but Wang Qianchen was really angry now. He had managed not to do anything before, but Wan Long still said those words in front of him, which was almost the same as Yu Qi pooped on his face.

It is simply unbearable!

"Get out of the way!" Wang Qianchen said again.

"Brother, listen to my advice..."

Before Nie Rong could finish speaking, Wang Qianchen rushed forward with bricks in hand.

Nie Rong sighed

, had no choice but to put on a Tai Chi stance and fight with Wang Qianchen again.

Wei Zihua saw that Wang Qianchen was entangled, so he held the air sword in his hand and rushed towards Wan Long. Wan Long was attacked by several people at first, and he did suffer a lot of injuries, but now he calmed down for a while and controlled the flying sword again.

At the same time, people from Longhu Mountain, Qingcheng Mountain, and the Nie family also rushed forward.

Wang Qianchen had known about their existence for a long time, but he didn't expect to take action at first, so he made no preparations. Now that everyone was under siege, he would definitely not hesitate anymore and directly summoned Mr. Honglou and other demons.

"Hey, I'll come too!" Seeing this scene, Tan Zuo also took out a few yellow human-shaped pieces of paper from his arms.

A few rays of white light flashed, and these yellow human-shaped pieces of paper quickly transformed into real zombies. Each one had a green face and fangs, arms outstretched, and was wearing Qing Dynasty official uniforms. They jumped toward the crowd with "thumping".

But before they could jump into the crowd, a group of disciples had already fallen to the ground.

(End of chapter)