Chapter 758: Battle against

"The big trouble finally came to the door." Lin Muyu's mouth swelled and said faintly.
"What do you mean." Sikong Yao stood up and jumped to Lin Muyu.
"These people are not simple."
"Isn't that a few mercenaries?" Sikong Yao looked puzzled.
Lin Muyu laughed: "It's not as simple as a mercenary."
Said, Lin Muyu flew forward, and Zhuang Shaoyu, North Festival, standing on the hillside, said: "Zhuang Gongzi, be careful, these three people are not good, or they are not human."
"What do you mean." Zhuang Shaoyu shuddered and frowned. "You don't want to be sensational."
"Don't Zhuang Gongzi know that the high demon spirit can change the human form?" Lin Muyu faintly said.
"You mean, these three people are high-level demon spirits change." Zhuang Shaoyu is stunned, on strength, he may not be too inferior to Lin Muyu, but on the experience of walking the rivers and lakes, he has been at least a dozen streets.
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"This son, you can't yell at us at will." The mercenary of the eight-word must reach out and say: "We are all human beings, how can it be a demon spirit, you must want to kill us, take our horses, No."
Lin Muyu smiled slightly: "Since you don't admit it, then I will expose your tricks. I ask you, since this is your horse, why they are restless."
"This...the horse was frightened by you."
"Even if this is the case, there is blood on your sleeve, but you put the sleeves up, but there are no scars on your arm. The blood on the sleeves says, if I guess it is right, it should be clothes. The owner was cut off by your knife and you were taken over by the clothes."
"You...you don't want to smother your blood."
"Yes, just try it and you will know."
Lin Muyu had one hand, and the palm of his hand took out the look of the golden seven-spotted fairy. He suddenly smashed the gourd vines on the ground, and suddenly tied the legs of the three mercenaries. There are spikes on the gourd vine, which directly penetrate into the skin, but there is no bleeding. This can only prove that there is no flesh and blood under the skin, and some are only hard shells.
"Bad boy."
The servant's face showed a smirk on his face. He raised his hand and tore his face. Under the skin was a horrible demon face. He smiled and said: "Even if you know us, you don't know how to grow up. The human beings are still dying. I will use your flesh and blood to pay homage to the demon spirits who have died under your sword."
"Demon... Demon King..." Zhuang Shaoyu is amazed.
Yes, this demon spirit filled with carapace is a demon king-level demon spirit, only black and white on the neck, very conspicuous, at the same time, the two mercenaries behind him also took off the "human skin "Change to the form of the demon spirit itself, is a monster with two bodies stretched out, nearly half a meter long tongue, one of which looks straight into the distant Shang Qian and Si Kong Yao, said: " actually There are two beautiful chicks, so good. After we have solved the inconvenience, I have to enjoy these two chicks."
These two demon spirits are the strength of the demon level, three colors on the neck.
Sure enough, it was a big trouble. Three high-level demon spirits that can change the human form are just a group.
"when."
Lin Muyu's ice sword has been squirted, and faintly said: "Zhuang Gongzi, how to distribute."
"simple."
Zhuang Shaoyu licked his lips, his eyes filled with a smile of war: "This demon king gave me to deal with it. You and Xiao Wangye each beat a demon statue, how."
"You are sure that you can hold this demon king." Lin Muyu smiled lightly.
"Reassured, I will try my best." Zhuang Shaoyu's eyes are more confident.
The Northern Festival has taken a deep breath.
Behind the crowd, Chen Hang, who is the leader of the business guardian, has a golden color. He is ready to start with a pair of enemies. After all, the two in front are the sons of Da Situ, and the other is the prince. Son, who made a mistake is not good, and he must not go back and pursue it.
However, all of this is second. Protecting the safety of Shangqian is the top priority.
......
In the whistling sound, the demon king swooped, and the two claws buckled Zhuang Shaoyu's arms like a pair of iron tongs. The two turned into a group of flames falling into the valley behind them, hitting countless giant trees, even on the earth. Leaving a fire mark, the shock wave of fighting fights in the jungle. This is not a discussion, but a fight.
"Kid, don't watch, your opponent is me." Right in front of him, the demon smiled in the blind, and in his eyes it seemed that Lin Muyu was already a dead man.
"I know."
Lin Muyu responded with a sound, and the next moment has disappeared into the original place. The star-studded step makes him speed like a streamer and straight to the front of the demon statue. The left fist contains a smashing force and a slamming demon. Respect the abdomen.
"Hey."
The blue light blooms, and this fist is really on the shackles of the demon guardian. Although it can't be wounded, it forces it to retreat ten meters. When it slams, it rises and rises. When a pair of knives were in the arm, they saw a ray of light falling from the air. It was Lin Muyu’s slap in the face of the ice sword.
Snow and ice.
"Hey."
The second hit, the ice fluttering, the snow and ice almost sealed everything around the ice, this blow will freeze the demon's arms into ice, Lin Muyu lifted his foot is a heavy blow and went out.
Two demon dances.
"Oh..."
The demon statue actually made a tragic sound, and the general flying body of the shells fell on the rock above the mountain, shaking the whole hill and shaking.
At this moment, Sikongyao and Shangqian have already seen a big mouth. Lin Muyu’s battle here is more than Zhuang Shaoyu’s. There is almost a crushing gesture that beats this poor demon.
On the other side, the North Festival dances with a long sword and fights with another demon, and the flames are spurting.
The demon statue and Lin Muyu’s demon respect to the enemy are the same kind of demon spirit, wielding the sword arm, blocking the sniper and spur of the North Festival, sly smile, and the body’s suffocating is more and more intense, actually There is the momentum of the Vietnam War.
"puff."
In the twinkling of an eye, the shoulders of the North Festival were once again hung up. As a strong god, he actually lost to a demon statue.
"Go to hell, waste."
The Yaozu roared and slammed. He buckled the waist of the North Festival with his legs. The knife arm opened the pliers and grabbed the arms of the North Festival. The blood opened and the mouth was wide. The two rows of the teeth were bitten. .
"Still."
The Northern Festival was screaming, and the flame law of the whole body almost mentioned the peak. The hard-boiled shocked the opponent's clamp, and the right leg kicked out from the bottom up.
"Hey."
The demon swears a blow, but the pain is the North Festival. This foot does not have the head of the demon statue, but it has shaken a few of its foot bones. The crisp voice is very clear.
"Oh ah..."
The Northern Festival was so painful that it flew back and forth, and even the ability to fly was lost.
"Snoring..."
The demon statue rushed over, and the arm of the sword cut open the legs of the North Festival, and the ripples splashed.
"Little prince, back."
A figure in the air swept, it was Chen Hang, he finally shot.
The boxing style is smashing, and the heavy punches are cold and fall on the neck of the demon statue. There are a total of 30 holes in the sky.
"Oh ah", the demon slammed out, Chen Hang was not forgiving, even kicked and hit, a golden light splashed in the jungle, each hit is the power of the 30-wave wave, this demon The strength of Zun’s complete resignation was gone. After a slamming, Chen Hang’s hard-boiled head was taken from the body.
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"boom."
A fist full of eight wild powers slammed the demon into the mountain. The power of the ruin is not something that the demon can bear. Moreover, Lin Muyu used 80% of the power. Off.
The ice sword screamed, and a sword passed through the throat, ending the demon statue.
Lin Muyu gasped, in order to make the demon can not resist, this series of mad attacks also consumed a lot of his physical strength and divine power, after all, this is a demon statue, not a low demon spirit.
The demon-stricken body came out from the forcible cave, and after taking out the demon stone, the body was thrown at the side of Chen Hang’s demon corpse, and the eyes looked far away, and the North Festival had already been wounded. On the ground.
Lin Muyu couldn't help feeling, and this ability actually dared to be called the first person of the royal family. It seems that the royal family of the North Ming Dynasty is no one. In fact, it is normal to think carefully, such as Beimingyuan and Beiming. The peerless powers are only one thousand years old, and each generation is only a few dozen years. It is normal to have no master.
Looking at the body of the demon statue on the ground, Chen Hang was a bit stunned and asked: "You have killed it."
"Otherwise."
Lin Muyu smiled a little and pretended to be very tired. He said: "However, my own strength is running low."
Chen Hang reveals a gratifying smile. If this kid can still maintain sufficient strength after killing a demon, then this person is too terrible. It can be compared with any dragon rider of the Tianzhu Dragon Ride. Level Saint Wu.
Shang Qian looked up at Lin Muyu, standing in the air, his eyes flashing, his eyebrows scorned, but he didn't know what he was thinking.
However, Sikong Yao looked much simpler and gave a thumbs up at Lin Muyu.
"Zhuang Gongzi."
"He is still fighting." Shang Qian looked at the valley not far away.
Zhuang Shaoyu's opponent is a demon king, but it is only the strong existence of the demon spirit in the demon spirit family. The small deaf is not allowed. The crowd immediately flies past the tacit understanding. Perhaps Zhuang Shaoyu will need the help of everyone to kill the demon. king.
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"boom."
The people are not yet close, and a dozen meters of hills in front of them are instantly broken, and the wind is screaming. This is the power of the powerful.
In the wind, Zhuang Shaoyu's crown has been lost, a long hair fluttering in the wind, his eyes full of awkward look, the long sword in his hand actually broke into two, but the power is still condensed on the remnant sword.
In contrast, the demon king, the momentum is extremely extreme, although there are several sword wounds on the body, but it is not fatal, the demon power is lingering, the war is prosperous, and the roar once again rushes to Zhuang Shaoyu.