Everyone has chosen the demon clan, who would still practice seriously?

Yu Bai was pushed from the sky to the ground by countless ice dragons and fire dragons.

I can only barely hold up the magic circle to resist.

Tiezhu rolled his eyes: "You really are a fake!"

His eyes instantly turned into a chaotic black, and his gaze was like a searchlight. Whoever he shone on would fall to the ground headfirst from the flying sword in mid-air.

The leading Night Monk saw his companion lose consciousness and fell to the ground with a thump. He immediately pointed at the iron pillar:

"Kill him first!"

The Dark Night Monk in mid-air suddenly turned the tip of his gun, and all kinds of sharp sword energy, ice spikes, and rock spikes fell towards him.

Tiezhu ran around holding his head.

"Help!"

When Shu Yuan saw this scene, his brows furrowed slightly.

Ren Yi held the coconut in his hand and said to him, "Go ahead. This group of Dark Night Monks has three to four hundred people. They must be going to the thirteenth floor to provide support."

"it is good."

Shu Yuan removed the barrier and flew into the air.

After a while, a group of Dark Night Monks fell from the air with a bang.

Meng Hu and Tie Zhu pounced on them and knocked them down with one punch.

Meng Hu and his men were held back by the newly arrived Dark Night Ghosts, so the original twenty or so Dark Night Ghosts had to rely on Zheng Fengzhi and his men.

However, these human cultivators from Sanyuan Mountain were still able to suppress it by transforming sword energy from their fingers.

Occasionally, some blind sword energy would rush towards Ren Yi under the tree, and Song Wanli would appear to deflect the sword energy.

"Girl, hide at the back, don't come forward!"

The blade of the magic sword in Song Wanli's hand was bent by the impact. He immediately threw away the sword in his hand and took out another one from the storage ring.

After thinking about it, I felt it was not enough, so I took out another one.

He threw the magic sword in his hand as a disposable item, shot through two dark night ghosts, and rushed up again.

The hand that was drinking coconut milk stopped for a moment and murmured:

"The human race is rich."

"The Human Emperor... must be richer."

The Human Emperor Xuanyuan Feng, who was far away in Yinxue City, sneezed violently, and Kuang Ren put clothes on him with an expressionless face.

"Your Majesty, you come here every night to stand guard. I am afraid that you will be buried before you marry the beauty."

"Nonsense! How can this be called standing guard? This is clearly companionship!"

"She is discussing military affairs inside, and I am staying outside with her all night! Oh my, how can I be so romantic?!"

Kuang Ren laughed:

"I don't understand. There are many women in our human race who love you. Why do you like Miss Ziwu who is so rude to you?"

"You and your brother Kuang Feng are both stubborn!"

"Of course, there are also very good women in the human race, but what is fate? Fate is meeting the right person at the right time!"

"I met Ziwu first, and I only chose her."

"Even if there is a woman better than her in the future, she will not be worthy of my eyes."

"Moreover, you don't understand Ziwu's gentleness, but I do, and I am willing to enjoy it all by myself."

When Kuang Ren heard this, he put away his perfunctory expression and nodded in agreement.

However, the next moment he heard Xuanyuan Feng's slightly embarrassed voice:

"Moreover... the female cultivators of the demon clan have hot bodies... ahem, their bodies are healthier than those of female cultivators of heaven and earth. This way, our future children will also be..."

"Cough cough cough..." Kuang Ren coughed madly.

Xuanyuan Feng was very unhappy when he was interrupted, "Why are you the same as your brother? If you are sick, just take medicine! Why do you always cough!"

Kuang Ren stopped coughing and said expressionlessly, "Miss Ziwu is standing behind you."

Xuanyuan Feng was stunned and turned around at the speed of light, but only saw Ziwu's back.

"Xiao Wuwu, what I just said was nonsense! Don't believe it!"

Kuang Ren shook his head and sighed, and could only follow silently.

At the same time, more than 30 Dark Night Monks in front gathered together, concentrating all their strength on the monk in the middle.

A giant sword energy over tens of meters long condensed in front of the monk!

Moreover, the speed of this sword energy is more than ten times faster than before!

No one saw how it appeared, they just heard a "ding" sound of a sword in their ears.

The next moment, the sword energy had already reached Zheng Fengzhi and others.

The power of this sword energy was so strong that Zheng Fengzhi and the others were blown away as soon as they came into contact with it.

One by one they flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.

However, the unstoppable sword energy showed no intention of stopping.

It passed through the crowd and headed straight for the one behind it.

Song Wanli lay on the ground, his mouth full of blood foam, but he still shouted loudly:

"Girl, run!"

The sword energy whistled and pressed in front of Ren Yi.

It seemed as if it could pierce through the center of any chest in the next moment.

He put the spoon down casually, reached forward, and caught the tip of the sword.