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Chapter 893 Joining forces to kill the demon
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The peak evil spirit became more and more violent. It was trapped in a city within a city, and was attacked by masters and powerful warriors from all directions.

Although its strength was terrifying and inexplicable, with a wave of its hand it could blow up countless broken limbs and flesh and blood falling like rain, but the warriors from Dijing continued to pour out like a tide and could not be killed at all.

How long can a trapped beast fight?
The evil spirit only felt that he was getting farther and farther away from the Queen. In extreme despair and resentment, he finally burst out with tremendous momentum.

The atmosphere of the evil disaster spread in all directions like thick smoke!
At this time, the imperial guard general Zhou finally decided to take action. The Jitian Palace was next door, so his defense zone had to fight desperately.

The master’s attack was extraordinary, and the fierce and sharp blade pierced into the body of the evil spirit.

Zhou's weapon was a long-handled sword, which made everyone gasp after he fully unleashed it.

"Disaster Charm Noble Phantasm!"

It turns out that the material of this long sword is actually the remains left by the fall of a disaster monster.

No wonder it is not affected by the opponent. The material of this weapon itself is superior to the peak evil spirit, so its power has no effect.

At the mouth of the long sword, there was an ugly and ferocious monster. Even though it was a dead thing, it still exuded evil and ferocity.

Ding dong!

Driven by Zhou, the long knife pierced into the body of the Peak Evil Spirit, and the sharp blade spun out countless fragments that splashed out from the wound.

With a violent collision, the peak evil spirit was shot down from the sky by Zhou with a knife and crashed into the wall of the city within the city.

The dust and smoke stirred up on the spot was several thousand meters high, piercing through the air and reaching the clouds in the sky.

"Sure enough, guard dogs bite people the most fiercely!"

A certain master said softly.

As the saying goes, one monk carries water to drink, two monks lift water to drink, and three monks have no water to drink. Sometimes having more people is not necessarily an advantage. With so many masters on the scene, why can't they take down the evil spirit for a long time?
Because these masters came from various forces, although they temporarily obeyed the orders of the feudal lord, they were reserved in their actions.

They were still thinking about their own property, and besides, they were outnumbered and had no need to fight to the death.

This resulted in everyone working without putting in enough effort, and they were unable to capture the top evil spirit after besieging it for a long time.

Previously, Zhou was also one of them, and he continued to fish in troubled waters until the peak evil spirit came to the Sacrifice Palace, and then he became anxious.

If any noble in the palace was frightened, he would have to resign as the general of the imperial guards.

"Queen, mother!"

After being injured, the Peak Evil Demon roared madly, and the sound waves were mixed with high-frequency vibration waves, which made the warriors around him tremble, their bones and flesh collapsed, and bile rushed into the throat along with the gastric juice.

It was so tragic, the scene was like a slaughterhouse with mountains of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

Under the influence of the peak evil spirit, cracks appeared on the surface of Zhou's armor, spreading and extending wildly. With a clacking sound, countless tiny fragments jumped up happily, and there were vague signs of it breaking.

His heart skipped a beat. How could the evil spirit be so cruel? He gave the order decisively.

"All the officers in the palace, come and lend a hand and help me kill the evil spirit together!"

Zhou You looked up when he heard that, and heard a sound of breaking through the air. Bright tracks rose from all directions, and the thousands of soldiers in the palace rushed to the area where Zhou was.

They move at supersonic speeds, ignite when rubbed against the air, and drag out flames as bright as brooms.

"Stay at your posts and wait for me to come back!"

After leaving a word, Zhou You stood up with the golden spear in his hand and chased after him. As one of the thousand schools, he could not be absent.

“Ding, boom!”

With a crisp sound, a Zhonglang Zhou Thousand School pierced the peak evil spirit's skull with a weapon, making a short crisp sound, and the next moment, the evil spirit's tongue pierced through his body. The moment it pierced, the Thousand School's strong golden body disintegrated in an extremely explosive way, exploding into countless powders in the air.

Zhou Suanni's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly took a few steps back. He then heard Zhou's words, "Those who flee from the battlefield will be killed without mercy!"

A cold light flashed across the sky, and a head shot up into the sky. It was the other Qianxiao who had retreated in a hurry.

In just a short moment, two of the eighteen thousand soldiers in the palace were killed.

Zhou Suanni swallowed his saliva and could not retreat. He clenched the octagonal pagoda mace in his hand and rushed forward.

He had not taken a few steps when he felt a slight stinging pain in the corner of his eye. It turned out that a flash of golden light had arrived from behind and passed by him first.

"Zhou Daqian, it's his golden spear."

It turned out that Zhou You took advantage of the chaos to stab out a spear, which turned into the might of dragon roar, phoenix cry, tiger roar and bull roar. Under the stimulation and fusion of Ruyi's two unique abilities, the power increased layer by layer, and in just a short moment it increased to the lethality comparable to the peak of the sixth level of powerful martial arts.

Eight thousand spears struck like a cloud, with dragons, tigers, phoenixes and oxen in all shapes and sizes competing for supremacy, transforming into an endless torrent of spear power that overwhelmed the sky.

"Great!"

A master couldn't help but praise.

Zhou Nanwang on the side couldn't help but smile. He was originally worried that Zhou You would be in danger, but now it seems that Zhou You's overall strength is second only to the late Qiangwu. Even if he can't win and switches to the Liuli Shouguang Fist, he can still save his life.

The peak evil spirit didn't take Zhou You seriously at first. It was only on guard against the grandmaster. When it saw the tip of the spear coming towards it, it subconsciously stretched out a claw to knock Zhou You away.

At the critical moment, Zhou You took a deep breath and used many of his spear techniques to turn bad times into good times. White clouds appeared above the black clouds, and one shot from the White Cloud Spear was worth tens of millions.

In a lightning instant, the power of the spear tip was like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon, breaking through from the peak of the sixth level to the seventh level, entering the threshold of the late stage of powerful martial arts, and its lethality made a qualitative leap.

There was a muffled sound of "puff".

The golden spear pierced into the body of the Peak Evil Spirit, and was clamped by the wound that moved subconsciously.

With a swish, the claws swung a few sharp cutting trails, interweaving into a web and pushing them onto Zhou You.

It was too late. Zhou You quickly let go of the gun handle and stepped back. He pulled his sleeve and stabbed out with the Baiyun Spear in his hand, crushing the attack.

He turned around and stabbed out with a spear from his waist, hitting the end of the golden spear exactly, and the two spears formed a straight line.

The golden spear squeezed open the wound of the Peak Evil Demon and drilled inside, breaking out of the body from the other end, bringing out a large piece of flesh and blood and internal organs.

"..."

The eyes of the Peak Evil Demon were wide open, he didn't expect that he would suffer a setback and suffer a great loss at the hands of a powerful warrior.

The shot just now was actually the Martial Saint Shot used by Zhou You, and its destructive power was far beyond imagination.

It wanted to take revenge, so it just raised its hand and slid faster than a loach. It twisted its waist and slid far away, calmly making way. The imperial guard general Zhou raised a long-handled knife and chopped down with murderous intent.

To add insult to injury, the Peak Evil Spirit was directly cut from the shoulder to the crotch by a knife, and the tea was almost split in half.

Zhou felt that this knife was so brilliant that it could be ranked among the top three most proud moves of his life. He thought that Zhou Daqian was a good subordinate in terms of cooperation. It would be even better if he was also Zhonglang Zhou...

"You don't have to rush anymore."

Zhou You made way for Zhou to attack, and was about to make another move when he heard Zhou Nanwang's voice overhead and subconsciously looked over.

The peak evil spirit squirmed under the long knife. The flesh and blood on the wound were highly sticky and fused madly once it touched the skin and flesh.

In the blink of an eye, the two piles of flesh and blood were forced into an abstract monster.

I just feel my scalp tingling. How can I completely eliminate this?
(End of this chapter)