The three demons looked at each other, and their eyes were shocked and shocked, of course, and also had a huge anger. Although Zheng Dao killed the two in a few moves, they did not make them afraid to fight at all. The nature of the demon is to kill, and the bloodier it is, the more crazy they are.

The three of them tacitly divided into three groups to attack together. The devil who made the spear knows that his level is low. When he saw that his two companions had no power to resist, he was solved by Zheng Dao. He became a little timid and dared not get too close. Fortunately, his weapon and spear are suitable for long attacks. He didn't care at all about the thick-backed machete and the iron folding fan, and he went up.

The thick-backed machete was still pressing against Taishan. The iron folding fan pointed to Zheng Dao's right waist and eye point, and the spear stabbed Zheng Dao's back heart. Zheng Dao seemed to have eyes on his back, and the sword backhanded was in the back heart, and the tip of the spear was on Zheng Dao's back. Zheng Dao used the force of the spear and rushed forward with a little force.

This move is more risky. Although it can block the spear that stabs the back heart and also happens to avoid the iron folding fan that is facing the back waist, it is equivalent to sending yourself into the attack range of the thick-backed machete, making the machete closer to you.

Zheng Dao remained calm in the face of danger, slightly shrank his body and used the force to hit the devil with the sword. When the devil with the sword saw Zheng Dao hit him, he was confused for a moment. The machete stretched out his arms and slashed. It was too late to pull it back to defend. Before he could react, Zheng Dao's fiery sun palm had hit his chest, and Zheng Dao also used the return force of this palm to dodge to the side.

There was a dull sound of "bang". Even his iron tower-like body was also pedaled, pedaled, pedaled, pedaled, pedaled, pedaled, pedaled, pedaled, pedaled, pedaled, pedaled, pedaled, pedaled, and pedaled, pedaled, and pedaled, pedaled, and pedaled, pedaled several steps back to stabilize his body. Fortunately, he practiced hard qigong, and his skin was thick and thick, and he was not injured in his internal injuries. However, his lungs were also slightly chaotic, so he felt more comfortable after a few breaths. Zheng Dao hurriedly released his palms, and his palm power was a little weak, and he naturally could not reach the same level.

Zheng Dao forced the devil who used a knife to retreat and immediately turned around to attack the devil who used a gun. He had to clean up the easy-to-handle first so that he could concentrate on dealing with the masters of these two obstacles.

When the devil who used the gun saw Zheng Dao attacking him like a god descending, he was immediately frightened to his face. The experience of his two companions had already scared him and shouted: "Ah!" and began to retreat quickly, waving the spear randomly while retreating.

The iron folding fan immediately flew to relieve the siege. Because of the distance and a few breaths, the machete was too late to move, and it was too late to rescue him. Zheng Dao didn't wait for the iron folding fan to attack, and he had already seized the opportunity to cut off the long spear in half. How could the gun body, which was covered with a layer of iron, with the sharpness of the Broken Rainbow Sword?

Zheng Dao bullied himself to the front of the spear demon, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and flew up to avoid the iron folding fan that was attacking behind him, but the Broken Rainbow Sword had already slashed across the spear demon's throat. The spear demon stared at his terrified eyes, and let out a hee in his throat. After two sneers, he was silent. His last memory was the sneer on the corner of Zheng Dao's mouth and the coolness of the sword passing through his throat.

The spear devil fell softly, and the iron folding fan and the thick-backed machete were both in anger. The thick-backed machete roared angrily, lifted the knife and attacked and slashed wildly. The iron folding fan was inserted into the needle at any time, focusing on Zheng Dao's large acupoints all over his body.

With three opponents missing, Zheng Daodu felt much more relaxed. Although he was just a demon in the realm of the God-Leaving God, with them on his side, Zheng Dao was also in danger many times. The angry thick-backed machete no longer cared about the rules, but just killed and slashed hard, striving to kill Zheng Dao with one knife.

Zheng Dao knew that this was a reckless man with developed limbs and simple minds. Although the machete was strong and powerful, he was slow to move. With Zheng Dao's body skills, he could easily avoid it. The only thing that made Zheng Dao afraid of was the elusive iron folding fan.

The devil who used the iron folding fan was the second in command of the mountain. In addition to the demon king, he had high skills and was cunning and resourceful for the demon. He had to concentrate on dealing with every blow to Zheng Dao, otherwise he would have to worry about his life. However, because the iron folding fan was short, he was afraid of Zheng Dao's elusive sword technique and did not dare to be too close to him.

Zheng Dao and the other two fought several more moves. The thick-backed machete was exhausted and they were slightly breathless because of the slashing and killing. The speed of the knife was getting slower and slower. Seeing that the thick-backed machete was already showing signs of failure, Zheng Dao found the right opportunity. When the machete was swinging straight towards him, Zheng Dao's broken rainbow sword touched the head of the knife with clever force, and slightly hit the machete.

Zheng Dao followed the trend and the Duanhong Sword was pressed against the machete's blade and followed the trend. The two passed by alternately, but Zheng Dao's Duanhong Sword tilted inward when passing by the machete's hand holding the knife, and pointed it at the devil's knife to grab it with the devil's knife.

There was a "clang" sound on the knife's hand, and the machete fell to the ground.

As the machete landed together, four fingers that were cut by a knife demon head were also broken. The sword demon head roared and hugged his arms and retreated. The iron folding fan was known to be a big deal when Zheng Dao turned sideways forward, but he was still a little far from Zheng Dao, so it was too late to save him.

In just a few rounds, even his only helper was seriously injured. By this time, the confidence of the iron folding fan was completely destroyed. He thought of escaping, but it was too late, and he was the only one left. Of course, Zheng Dao would not let him go. The Duanhong Sword had already covered his whole body under the sword curtain. Now Zheng Dao has no time to practice swords, and his moves are all killer skills.

The iron folding fan was vulnerable to the absolutely powerful Wuji Sword Technique. After ten moves, the iron folding fan was already injured. Although he was still fighting hard, he was already a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. Zheng Dao did not give him a chance to breathe, and found the right opportunity to destroy his right hand with the folding fan first, and then used the killing move of Wuji Sword Technique to cover his vital points in his body, and he could solve him with just one sword.

Just as Zheng Dao's broken rainbow sword was about to pierce into the body of the demon head of the iron folding fan, he suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of crisis. With a roar, a powerful force caught his back heart. Zheng Dao could not turn around and immediately swung his left Fiery Sun Palm back.

With a muffled sound, Zheng Dao was shocked and his blood surged and flew forward straight forward. However, while flying out, Zheng Dao did not give up killing the demon head of the iron folding fan, but turned into a sting. With the power of flying forward, Zheng Dao's broken rainbow sword had already cut a long wound on the throat of the iron folding fan, which was similar to the demon head with a spear. The iron folding fan was also hehe, and he fell to the ground and died after two sounds.

Although he killed the iron folding fan, Zheng Dao also flew far away and knelt on the ground with one knee. A mouthful of blood was spurted out. He was shocked by a palm behind him and suffered internal injuries. Zheng Dao knew that the Demon King was back, and the Demon King's realm was definitely above him, at least at the mid-stop realm.

As Zheng Dao expected, it was indeed the Demon King who came back. The Demon King went out to find food, so he left the mountain. There were no boys and girls in the nearby villages for him to enjoy, so he had to search in a very far village. The long distance wasted a lot of time, and he didn't expect someone to make trouble while he was not here.
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