You've never seen such a righteous villain [Transmigration Book]

The Demon Realm, under the walls of the North City.

Tens of thousands of demon troops soared into the sky, the weapons in their hands gleamed with great coldness in the sun, eagerly waiting for the sound of the drum.

Holding Jing Xing in his hand, Lu Qianchuan looked up at Liu Qingkui on the city wall solemnly.

The red dress was so flamboyant that the baby-faced junior showed a very shallow smile at him.

Shao Shu poked Lu Qianchuan lightly, and asked, "How are you doing, are you confident?"

"Nine times out of ten," Lu Qianchuan said, "All the formations have been repaired, and the demon god is estimated to be less than half of his strength now."

Although he got back the part of the spiritual power that belonged to the god, but after all, if the demon god is full of blood, the result of a real fight is hard to say.

Fortunately, the Demon God is not strong enough now, and he was injured in a fight with him a few days ago, so they are still sure to take this opportunity to take Beicheng with all their might.

Lu Qianchuan took a deep breath and let out the spiritual power in his body like a tide.

Layers upon layers of blue aura surrounded the North City, and the demon generals guarding the city wall all showed some painful expressions, only Liu Qingkui stood there safe and sound, with a gloomy expression.

He was looking at Qi Zehua at the bottom of the city.

Unfortunately, Qi Zehua was busy rectifying the army and didn't look at him.

A self-deprecating smile appeared on the face of the boy who didn't show his age, and he thought to himself: "There is no way to retreat."

From the day he chose to leave Wanlingzong, there was no way out.

Taking a deep breath, and exhaling slowly, Liu Qingkui glanced at those old acquaintances in the city one by one, and couldn't tell whether it was more apologetic or more regretful.

But soon, he restrained all his emotions, and like all the magic generals defending the city, he slowly clenched the weapon in his hand.

In this battle, regardless of whether you win or lose, there will be no Liu Qingkui in the world.

After a while, Lu Qianchuan's spiritual power had already covered half of Beicheng, and Luo Huayin, who was upper bodyed by the demon god, arrived late.

"Hmph, it came neatly." Luo Huayin quietly clasped the blue-gray wall tightly with a snort.

"Are you afraid?" A voice in my heart asked.

"Of course I'm not afraid," Luo Huayin said, "It's just...it seems that the God has returned, I don't know you..."

"Come back? You mean that brat under the city wall?" The demon god snorted inexplicably, with some disdain in his voice, "If you think that you can reach the strength of the ancient gods with only spiritual power, you are too naive."

"The funny thing is, those ants are as naive as you," he continued.

"You mean, he only got the spiritual power of the High God Jingxi, not the High God Jingxi?" Luo Huayin frowned.

"No, he may be Jingxi, but he can only be a part of Jingxi. In other words, he is just a copy." Demon God said.

"Then how sure are you?"

The Demon God sneered: "This kind of question is prepared for those who will lose."

Luo Huayin smiled reassuringly, with lowered eyebrows, looking extremely gentle: "If possible, I hope you can save his life."

"Oh?" the Demon God said, "You are thinking about brotherhood, but the other party is not so reasonable."

Luo Huayin smiled: "Who made me an elder brother?"

After finishing speaking, he immediately ordered his subordinates: "Open the city gate and fight!"

There was a sound of killing all over the sky, and the two demonic armies rushed forward from different directions, and the black-purple demonic energy and bright red blood immediately stained half of the sky.

Lu Qianchuan carried Jing Xing, avoided Liu Qingkui, and arrived in front of Luo Huayin in two or three steps.

When he came up, this body had obviously changed to another owner. The demon god was waiting for him on the city wall with a treacherous smile and a fierce aura.

The powerful magic power collided with spiritual power, and all the magic soldiers fighting around them were shaken away a few feet away.Lu Qianchuan casually drew a barrier to isolate the battle between the two of them from the rest of the people.

The demon god smiled and said, "With Jingxi's power, you don't know who you are?"

Lu Qianchuan stabbed at his heart with a sword, but the demon god dodged it with exceptionally dexterous footwork, so Jing Xing only managed to brush across his sideburns, bringing down a few strands of hair.

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that my spiritual power is enough to suppress you, a demon god." Lu Qianchuan said coldly.

"It's just you?" The Demon God laughed wildly, and looked at Lu Qianchuan contemptuously, "Back then, I was able to draw with Jingxi with only half of my strength, do you think that with such a little spiritual power, I could be defeated? "

With a little force in his hand, the white jade folding fan was immediately filled with black devilish energy. When he stretched out his long arms, the devilish energy hit Lu Qianchuan like a sharp arrow, breaking through the clouds.

This move was used by Luo Huayin back then, but the arrows he condensed were far less powerful, and the speed was not half as fast as this one.

But today's Lu Qianchuan is not the Lu Qianchuan who was pressed by him step by step and unable to fight back.

Light blue circles of light spread around him layer by layer, Jing Xing's sword tip met the magic arrow with a more domineering momentum, amidst the sharp and piercing collision sound, the azure aura overwhelmed the black magic power, the arrow It dissipates to the surroundings at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally becomes invisible.

Lu Qianchuan's sword didn't stop there, but with the strength of this blow, he attacked the rampant demon god.

On the tip of Jing Xing's sword, a light blue shadow came out of the sword, spread its wings in mid-air, and almost made a loud cry.

That is a lifelike blue phoenix!

The Demon God turned sideways slightly, forming a purple-black barrier with magic power, blocking the force of Phoenix's attack.

Lu Qianchuan raised his eyebrows, took advantage of this opportunity, and pressed forward, surging spiritual power continuously gushed out from the tip of Jing Xing's sword, hitting the demon god recklessly.

The Demon God sneered: "If you want to preserve your spiritual power and fight a protracted battle with me, you may still have a chance of survival. If you throw your spiritual power randomly like this, you will only die from exhaustion in the end."

"That's the truth." Lu Qianchuan nodded in agreement.

The Demon God froze for a moment, looking at him like he was looking at a monster.

Lu Qianchuan raised his sword to split his barrier again, and said loudly: "But I never said that I want to fight alone with you."

With a wave of his hand, the azure barrier immediately opened, and a spirit sword flashing red light flew in, stabbing at the rampant demon god.

Mo Chenyuan, who was dressed in black and had black hair, jumped in immediately and stood directly beside Lu Qianchuan.

"Sorry," Lu Qianchuan smiled, "We are doubles."