Urban Demon Slayer

Qingming space? !

Wang Qianchen was startled and immediately looked up. A virtual space quickly expanded. The long street was still the same long street. There were also cars and stalls on both sides of the road, but no one was there. It was empty and quiet.

As a demon slayer, Wang Qianchen certainly knew what this thing was. He thought that reinforcements had arrived and were ready to attack the Eighth Prince.

But the next second, his pupils contracted quickly because he smelled some familiar smell.

Immediately afterwards, at the end of the long street, several figures slowly walked out. The leader was Elder Qingcheng Mountain Horse, followed by four Qingcheng Mountain disciples from the Rock Realm. They were the ones who had appeared in the training camp before. One of them The disciple slowly put the demon-suppressing bell into his waist.

There are a lot of [Demon Slayers] in Qingcheng Mountain, and it is not unusual to have [Demon Slayer] equipment.

Why are they again?

Wang Qianchen frowned. He had heard that Elder Ma was sent to a military court by Song Chongjian in less than two months, so soon.

Out?

"Wang Qianchen, we meet again." Elder Ma smiled and walked slowly step by step, the pressure of the wall realm pouring out like a mountain.

At the same time, four Qingcheng Mountain disciples from the Rock Realm drew their swords.

Crazy, just crazy!

As far as Wang Qianchen knew, both Qingcheng Mountain and Song Chongjian put a lot of pressure on Elder Ma to prevent him from doing anything without evidence, but he still came to him immediately, and he was completely stunned!

Wang Qianchen couldn't stand up to him, so he turned around and ran towards the other side of the long street.

The four Qingcheng Mountain Rock Realm disciples saw this and quickly caught up with them, but Wang Qianchen was extremely fast, especially when he was on all fours, almost as fast as the Wall Realm disciples. He quickly ran to the edge of the virtual space, and then copied The bricks were thrown over with a "bang bang" sound.

The sound of "click" and "click" came from the virtual space, and it was about to break into pieces, but the four disciples chased after him and stabbed Wang Qianchen with their swords.

. Qingcheng Mountain's swordsmanship was famous all over the world. Wang Qianchen did not dare to neglect and also pulled out a long sword to fight back.

"Master, hold on, I'll be fine soon!"

Taking this opportunity, the brick came out of his hand and continued to hit the virtual space with a bang.

With Wang Qianchen's current strength, he can definitely win against one rock realm. It's a bit difficult to deal with two rock realms, but it's not a big problem. There was really no chance of winning against four rock realms at the same time, so he quickly summoned Mr. Red Mansion, and then quickly waved the sword in his hand. From time to time, he breathed fire, made light, and became invisible, plus Mr. Red Mansion With help, he finally didn't die under the siege of the four rock realms, but he also had a few more sword wounds on his body, and blood was oozing out of his shoulders and arms.

With a "click", the brick finally broke through a hole.

"Master, let's go!" Banzhuan yelled and walked out of the virtual space.

Wang Qianchen took back Mr. Honglou and hurriedly ran outside like a bereaved dog. Several Yanjing hurriedly chased after him.

But it was too late.

"You can't run away!" Elder Ma, who had not done anything until now, took a deep breath. His stomach swelled like a ball. Then he blew out with a "whoosh" sound. A dozen sharp swords condensed from the air were directed towards him with a "whisper" sound. He walked away on Wang Qianchen's back.

Several Rock Realm disciples gave way to these air flying swords. Wang Qianchen also knew how powerful these flying swords were. Not only were they extremely fast, but they also had a built-in cruise system. Regardless of whether they were in the sky or on the ground, they could not escape the opponent's sniper attack.

At this moment, a short old man with white hair suddenly walked in from the edge of the broken space.

"Eighth Prince..." Wang Qianchen looked surprised.

At the same time, a dozen flying swords were close at hand.

The Eighth Prince focused his eyes and took a step forward. He grabbed Wang Qianchen and turned his body, and the flying swords hit his back with a "ding, ding, ding". Although the Eighth Prince has not returned to his original state, his back is still quite hard, as if it were covered with a tortoise shell - not just like that, just like that.

It's a turtle shell.

Those flying swords were blocked, fell to the ground with a clanking sound, and turned into invisible air.

"Who?!" Elder Ma shouted: "I am seeking revenge in Qingcheng Mountain, so don't meddle in other people's business!"

"Hahaha, what does Qingcheng Mountain mean? I am the cave master of Taihang Cave!" The Eighth Prince laughed. After shooting down those flying swords, his hands suddenly stretched out and turned into two sharp claws. Hearing a few "kakaka" sounds With the sound, the four Qingcheng Mountain disciples from the Rock Realm had their necks broken and died on the spot.

"Ah——" Seeing this scene, Elder Ma's eyes turned red. He did not have deep experience in Qingcheng Mountain, and he had not been promoted to elder for a long time. The Manchu Communist Party had only accepted a few direct disciples. Wan Long's death had already made him an elder. He was very sad, and now four more disciples died in front of him!

Elder Ma rushed towards the Eighth Prince like crazy, and at the same time spit out flying swords continuously from his mouth. Those flying swords were like dexterous snakes, almost covering the sky and the sun, and penetrated every hole.

The Eighth Prince shook his body, and a huge brown turtle immediately appeared.

(End of chapter)