The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

Sheng Qing's figure condensed slightly, and her eyes fell on Chikan. She didn't have many memories of this demon marshal. More than a thousand years ago, the main battle line was still held by the veteran monks. If she remembered correctly, she was defeated by Wang Zhi at that time.

But he never thought that the other party could see through Mian'er's background at a glance.

The murderous intent flashed across his eyes.

Chijian stood still like a mountain, his eyes calm as water, and he calmly narrated, "The appearance of the Demon Lord is inevitable. You didn't attack me because you didn't dare to break this precarious balance."

After she finished speaking, her gaze fixed on Sheng Qing's face. Seeing that her complexion was as dark as ink, she knew that she had touched her weak spot, and a faint smile appeared on her face.

"You are a prisoner, so you are good at talking." Yu Mian took a half step forward and stood in front of Sheng Qing, letting her calm down. He looked directly at Chi Jian and said word by word, "You are not worthy of Sheng Qing's attack."

Her eyes were firm, "Your opponent is me."

Chikan smiled faintly: "Let's wait and see." Then he closed his eyes and said nothing.

Yu Mian clenched his fingers tightly, and a faint scarlet rose at the corners of his eyes. This contemptuous attitude...

She closed her eyes and exhaled lightly. Although she had learned to control her consciousness and not be affected, it was still difficult for her to remain completely calm. She needed more practice in controlling herself.

She felt herself becoming very irritable...

"Mian'er, it's okay." Sheng Qing gently stroked Yu Mian's cheek with the back of his hand. Because of his anger and blood boiling, his cheek became a little hot.

"Yeah." She turned to look at Sheng Qing, and let go of her anger. "Don't be angry..."

"I'm not angry..." Sheng Qing answered truthfully. He was just a little upset because the other party saw through Yu Mian's identity at a glance and wanted to get rid of him to avoid any further trouble. However, he was unable to do so due to reality.

Unexpectedly, her young wife was the first to get angry.

"Okay, then I'll go beat up the other two first." Yu Mian felt itchy and looked at the other two cowardly-looking demon generals.

……

Half a month is slightly longer.

A demonic blade came slashing at me with almost no delay, and in an instant it was an inch in front of me. All the blood in my body seemed to freeze at this moment, and I couldn't think of anything.

Yu Mian stood there in a daze, the gun in his hand remained in an attacking posture without changing.

fear--!

The devil blade cut Yu Mian in front of him into two pieces. The devil general who had made the move put away the blade with some pride, but the next moment his face turned pale, leaving only an afterimage!

Sheng Qing put his hand on Yu Mian's shoulder, pulled her away from the scene just now, patted her shoulder to bring her back to consciousness, "Mian'er..."

"It's okay..." Yu Mian raised his hand and rubbed his temple, still a little dazed. If Sheng Qing hadn't attacked him just now, he would have died for sure.

This is a demon general who is good at using sword formations. His name is Junzhu. His cultivation level is roughly in the middle stage of fusion according to the conversion of cultivators, but he was suppressed by Shengqing and fought with someone of similar cultivation level as him.

With the same level of cultivation, I thought he was similar to the previous few resurrected demon generals, but I didn't expect him to be defeated every time.

Although the pressure brought to himself is not as great as Sheng Qing, it is also incomparable to ordinary battles.

The gap in combat experience was like a chasm that she couldn't make up for so quickly.

"Don't worry, take your time. He has plenty of time to practice with you." Sheng Qing tidied up her messy hair, picked up a strand of severed hair on Yu Mian's shoulder, and his pair of cold eyes fell directly on the turtle in the jar.

The demon general who was being stared at felt a chill on his back.

“Hmm!” Yu Mian bit her lip, feeling very unwilling that even though their cultivation levels were similar, she was being beaten like this!

Seeing how Shengqing cherished her little disciple, Junzhu turned the scimitar on his wrist lightly, feeling annoyed in his heart, "Tsk, I'm actually a step slower..."

If I kill her with my own hands, she will definitely be in great pain.

"Little disciple, swords and knives have no eyes..." He chuckled twice in a nonchalant manner, and his body bent habitually, like a bow that was bent with full force, and he looked timid.

His strength was not considered strong among the eighteen demon generals, but it was still easy for him to kill a little ghost who had just entered the early stage of transformation.

"Come again!"

Yu Mian released Sheng Qing's protection, walked lightly in front of the other party, held his spear in hand, released his spiritual energy, and cleared away a circle of demonic energy.

He sank his feet into the ground, using the force to attack forward actively, breaking through stones and sand at lightning speed.

Sonorous!

The sound of cold weapons clashing rang out, and more than a dozen flames exploded almost at the same time, briefly lighting up the air.

The Junzhu Demon General fought and retreated, his movements seemed a little weak, and his movements gradually slowed down, and he began to fail to keep up with Yu Mian's attack rhythm.

He was pushed back little by little by Yu Mian, while the woman in front of him moved quickly and swiftly, and her attacks became more and more fierce, as fast as raindrops, and the sound of intense drums and gongs rang out.

Just when he had no way to retreat, a faint evil smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his hands' movements suddenly became fierce. The scimitar changed direction and went straight to cut out the heart.

It was too late for Yu Mian to retreat, so he held the spear down and attacked with both swords. The other sword had already slashed at his neck, almost killing him with one blow and chopping off his head.

Her pupils shrank and she tried to get away, but she was restrained by the spear holding the scimitar in her hand. The hook caught the weapon and pulled her back.

Yu Mian made the wisest choice in time and let go.

As soon as his left hand loosened, the spear that was originally restrained by the huge force instantly turned into a bow with a broken bowstring and was pulled towards Jun Zhu.

Both of them took a step back and stopped.

Yu Mian raised his hand and touched his neck. An extremely thin blood mark appeared and wet blood appeared instantly.

She covered the wound and used her spiritual power to repair it instantly.

The opponent attacked again. She had just been hit by a fatal blow but she escaped. It would be foolish not to finish her off.

The wound on his neck stopped bleeding quickly. Yu Mian fought and retreated. The situation was reversed in an instant. He seemed to be suppressed and forced towards the edge of the formation.

The Junzhu Demon General in her eyes seemed to have ten hands, with his scimitars densely packed into a sword formation without any flaws, and his movements were as fast as the wind.

She couldn't break through the dense defense, nor could she withstand such attacks. Finally, she had nowhere to retreat and leaned her shoulder against the edge of the formation.

The smile on Junzhu's face widened. "Little disciple, it seems that your Shengqing can't save you."

Thousands of trees and flowers!

The mad blade is wrapped in strong wind, ensuring that if it touches the enemy even a little, it will be able to chop the enemy into pieces, making it impossible to fight back.

Tens of thousands of devil blades formed the trace of a cross star, which collided and merged with each other, like fireworks exploding in the eyes of a myopic person, filling the entire airspace.

Before Yu Mian could resist, a cut appeared on his cheek. Warm liquid rolled down, like tears falling on the corners of his lips.

Since there is no way to retreat, we can only risk everything.

She placed her right foot on the edge of the formation, gathered spiritual power in her hands, and used the North Wind Spear Technique to counter it.

One spear breaks all the laws, ignoring all attacks, exchanging injuries for injuries, and stabbing the tip of the spear straight towards Jun Zhu.

The tip of the gun penetrated the knife flowers and touched the blocking force. It was instantly picked up and thrown out. Yu Mian changed his position along with the gun body that was thrown out.

Jun Zhu loosened his palm, which was stained with scratches.

"Little disciple, you are so cruel..." He raised his hand and wiped the blood on his face, then licked his palm with some enjoyment to repair the wound.

He just looked at the black stick in her hand with fear. What is this? !