"The big trouble has finally come to the door." Lin Muyu raised her lips and said lightly.

"What does it mean?" Sikong Yao stood up and jumped to Lin Muyu.

"These people are not simple."

"Aren't it just a few mercenaries?" Sikong Yao looked puzzled.

Lin Muyu smiled: "It's not as simple as a mercenary."

As he said that, Lin Muyu jumped forward and stood side by side with Zhuang Shaoyu and Beimingjie on the hillside, saying, "Young Master Zhuang, be careful, these three people are not good people, or they are not humans."

"What does it mean?" Zhuang Shaoyu trembled all over and frowned and said, "Don't be sensational."

"Don't Mr. Zhuang know that high-level demon spirits can change their human form?" Lin Muyu said lightly.

"You mean, these three people are transformed by advanced demon spirits." Zhuang Shaoyu was stunned. In terms of strength, he may not be too inferior to Lin Muyu, but in terms of experience in the world, he was left at least a dozen streets.

...

"Young Master, you can't be wronged at will." The mercenary with the beard of the eight characters pointed his hand and said, "We are all humans, how could they be demon spirits? You must have wanted to kill us and seize our horses, right?"

Lin Muyu smiled slightly: "Since you don't admit it, then I'll expose your tricks. I'll ask you, since this is your horse, why are they restless."

"This... the horses were frightened by you."

"Even so, there is blood on your sleeve, but you rolled up your sleeves, but there is no scar on your arm. How about the blood on this sleeve? If I guess correctly, it should be that the owner of the clothes was cut off by you and then you took the clothes off."

"You... don't swear."

"Is that true, just try it out."

Lin Muyu opened her hand with one hand, and the golden Seven Immortal Gourd appeared in her palm. Suddenly, the "sweeping" gourd vines on the ground rushed over, and suddenly tied the legs of the three mercenaries. There were spikes on the gourd vines that pierced directly into the skin, but there was no bleeding. This only proved that there was no flesh and blood under the skin, and only hard shells.

"Stupid boy."

The mercenary with the eight-character beard showed a grim smile on his face, and raised his hand to tear open his face. Below his face was a terrifying demon spirit, and he said with a grim smile: "Even if you see through us, you, the group of humans who are ignorant of the world, will die. I will use your flesh and blood to pay tribute to those demon spirits who died under your sword."

"Demon...Demon King..." Zhuang Shaoyu was shocked.

That's right, this demon spirit covered with shells is a demon king-level demon spirit. There are only black and white on the neck, which is very conspicuous. At the same time, the two mercenaries behind him have also taken off their "human skin" and changed into the form of the demon spirit itself. They are two monsters with a hunched body, stretching their tongues for nearly half a meter long. One of them looked straight at Shang Qian and Sikong Yao in the distance and said, "There are actually two such beautiful girls. It's great. After we solve the problem, I will enjoy these two girls."

These two demon spirits are both demon-level strength, with three colors on their necks.

Sure enough, I was in big trouble. Three advanced demon spirits who could change their human form at one time were simply formed.

"when."

Lin Muyu's Bingyuan Sword has been unsheathed and said lightly: "Young Master Zhuang, how to distribute it."

"Simple."

Zhuang Shaoyu licked his lips, his eyes full of fighting spirit and said, "Leave this demon king to me to deal with. You and the little prince each fight for a demon master, how about it?"

"You are sure you can block this demon king." Lin Muyu smiled faintly.

"Don't worry, I will try my best." Zhuang Shaoyu's eyes were more confident.

But Beiming Festival took a deep breath.

Behind everyone, Chen Hang, the leader of the business guard, had a golden look in his eyes. He was ready to take action at any time, as if he was facing a great enemy. After all, one of the two people in front was the son of Da Situ and the other was the son of the prince. It would be better if anyone made any mistakes, he would definitely not be able to escape the pursuit when he went back.

However, all of this is second-hand. Protecting Shang Qian’s safety is the top priority.

...

Amid the howling sound, the demon king rushed over, and his claws clasped Zhuang Shaoyu's arms like iron pliers. The two turned into a ball of flame and fell into the valley behind him, hitting countless thousand-year-old giant trees, and even leaving a trace of fire on the ground. The shock wave of fighting sounded in the jungle. This was not a dispute, but a fight with life.

"Boy, stop looking, your opponent is me." Just in front of him, the demon master with blood in his eyes smiled, and in his eyes, Lin Muyu was already a dead person.

"I know."

Lin Muyu responded and disappeared from the spot the next moment. The falling star step made him come straight to the demon lord like a stream of light. His left fist contained the power of a chaotic cow and slammed heavily at the demon lord's abdomen.

"Bang."

The azure blue light burst out, and the punch hit the demon lord's protective energy. Although it could not injure, it forced it back ten meters. When it roared with ferocious roar and raised a pair of sword arms, it saw a light falling from the air. It was Lin Muyu's violent attack on the Bingyuan Sword.

Green snow and ice.

"Bang."

The second blow was the ice chips dancing, and Bixue and Hanbing almost frozen everything around. This blow frozen the demon lord's arms into ice. Lin Muyu raised his foot and kicked it out with a heavy blow.

Two demon dances.

"Wooah..."

The demon lord actually let out a terrible howl, and flew like a cannonball and stumbled onto the rocks, shaking the entire mountain.

At this moment, Sikong Yao and Shang Qian had already opened their mouths wide. The battle here in Lin Muyu was much more interesting than Zhuang Shaoyu, and they were beating this poor demon lord in an almost crushing posture.

On the other side, Beiming Festival danced its long sword and fought with another demon lord, and the flames blew.

The demon lord and Lin Muyu's enemy are the same kind of demon spirit species. They waved their sword arms to block the attacks and thrusts of Beimingjie. They grinned and the energy around them became more and more intense, and they actually had the momentum of becoming more and more courageous as they fought.

"puff."

In a blink of an eye, Beimingjie's shoulders were once again hung on him. As a powerful man in the divine realm, he was actually inferior to a demon master.

"Go to die, trash."

The demon clan roared angrily, suddenly jumped up, clamping Bei Mingjie's waist with his legs, spread his pliers and grabbed Bei Mingjie's arms, opened his blood and touched his mouth, and two rows of sharp teeth bit down.

"Damn it."

Bei Mingjie roared, and the divine power of the flame law on his body almost reached its peak. He shook the opponent's clamp and kicked out from bottom to top with his right leg.

"Bang."

The demon master took a blow, but it was in pain. This kick did not kick the demon master's head away, but it broke several of his foot bones. The crisp sound was heard and it was very clear.

“Ahhhh…”

Beiming Jie was so painful that it flew backwards, and even lost its ability to fly.

“Huff…”

The demon priest rushed over with a sharp expression, and his knife arm cut open the legs of Beimingjie, and blood splashed.

"Little Prince, retreat."

A figure swept across the air. It was Chen Hang, and he finally took action.

The fist was cold and the punch fell on the demon lord's neck in a total of thirty levels of impact.

With a "Wooah", the demon stumbled out. Chen Hang was in power and kicked and beaten. Golden lights splashed in the jungle. Each attack was a thirty wave of divine power. The demon lord had no power to fight back. Finally, after a click, Chen Hang took the demon lord's head off his body.

...

"boom."

A punch full of the power of the Eight Desolations bombarded the demon lord into the mountain. The power of the Five Stars and Eight Desolations is no longer something this demon lord can bear. Moreover, it was Lin Muyu who used 80% of the power of the Five Stars and Eight Desolations.

The Bingyuan Sword shone brightly, and a sword passed by, ending the demon lord's voice.

Lin Muyu gasped. In order to prevent the demon lord from resisting, this series of crazy attacks also consumed a lot of his physical strength and divine power. After all, this was a demon lord, not a low-level demon spirit.

He walked out of the cave that was forcibly blasted out with the demon lord's body. After taking out the demon spirit stone, he threw the body beside Chen Hang's body. He looked at the place not far away. Bei Mingjie was already injured and fell to the ground.

Lin Muyu couldn't help but feel moved. With such ability, he dared to be the number one rookie in the royal family. It seems that there are no one in the generation of the royal family's rookie in the Beiming family. In fact, it is normal to think about it carefully. One of the peerless powerful men like Beimingyuan and Beiminghuan will only be produced for thousands of years, and each generation is only a few decades, so it is normal not to produce a master.

Looking at the corpse of the demon lord on the ground, Chen Hang was a little stunned and asked, "You have killed it."

"What else."

Lin Muyu smiled slightly, pretended to be very tired, and said, "But I have very little power left."

Chen Hang smiled with relief. If this kid could maintain sufficient strength calmly after killing a demon prince, then this person would be too terrible. He could be comparable to any dragon cavalry general-level Holy Martial King in the Tianji Dragon Knight Group.

Shang Qian looked up at Lin Muyu standing in the air, her eyes flashed a little, and her eyebrows were slightly frowned, but she didn't know what she was thinking.

However, Sikong Yao's expression was much simpler and gave Lin Muyu a thumbs up.

"Where is Mr. Zhuang."

"He is still fighting." Shang Qian looked at the valley not far away.

Zhuang Shaoyu's opponent is a demon king, who is the second most powerful existence in the demon spirit clan after the demon emperor. He looked down upon it, and everyone immediately flew over with tacit understanding. Maybe Zhuang Shaoyu would need everyone's help to kill the demon king.

...

"boom."

Before everyone could get close, a hill dozens of meters ahead suddenly shattered, and the wind power roared. What a powerful force.

In the wind, Zhuang Shaoyu's head crown was lost, his long hair was dancing in the wind, his eyes were filled with a fierce look, and the long sword in his hand was broken into two pieces, but his divine power was still condensed on the broken sword.
Chapter completed!