This martial artist just wants to be an official

Chapter 430: Battle with the Demon King!!

To be honest, what the Demon King said sounded like bullshit.

Lu Yuanzhi was too lazy to pay attention to him, he just looked at him calmly and said:

"If you want to fight, then do it. If you don't dare to fight, then kneel on the ground and kowtow to me."

hiss~
As soon as these words were spoken, almost all the demon soldiers and generals who could hear them were stunned.

How many years?
How many years has it been since I heard anyone dare to speak to the Demon King like this?
Remember who was there last time? I think his name was Jin Chan?

After only retorting a few words to the Demon King, the Demon King sent people to exterminate his clan...

All the demon soldiers and generals dared not utter another word.

Sure enough, after hearing Lu Yuanzhi's words, an extremely cold look flashed in the Demon King's eyes.

"If I don't eat you today, I will no longer have any authority among the demons."

"Then stop talking nonsense and get started."

Lu Yuanzhi was also speechless. He hated people who talked before taking action the most.

"You are not worthy of my attack."

However, the Demon King was not a reckless person. He spoke to Lu Yuanzhi in this way on the surface, but his attention was secretly focused on searching.

He felt that if a mere third-rank warrior dared to be so fearless in front of him, he must have some support behind him.

In the entire Dayong, there is only one person that others can rely on when facing him.

National Division.

Thinking of this, the Demon King was as cold as ice:
"Kill him! Whoever gets his head will be rewarded with meat and the blood of the Demon King."

"Yes!"

After receiving the order, the demon soldiers and generals looked at Lu Yuanzhi with fanaticism in their eyes.

There was no need for anyone to even speak, as they all rushed towards Lu Yuanzhi.

"Die!!!"

More than a dozen figures appeared in front of Lu Yuanzhi in an instant.

Most of the demons who can follow the Demon King are leaders of various tribes.

No matter what, his combat power is not low, only slightly weaker than the two sons of the Demon King.

only……

Lu Yuanzhi was able to defeat Chao Yue in the Taoist competition with his fourth-rank strength. So today, with his current third-rank strength, it is naturally no problem for him to defeat this group of tribal leaders.

"If that's all, you can't kill me."

Lu Yuanzhi looked at the dozen or so figures rushing towards him, a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes, and he had no intention of moving at all.

Seeing that he seemed to be under a spell of immobilization, the dozen figures were all delighted.

Regardless of what magic power or support this kid has, since you chose not to move during the battle, don't blame us for the credit.

Thinking of this, they all flashed with sharpness at almost the same time, and each of them increased their speed and slashed towards Lu Yuanzhi.

In an instant, all kinds of weapons, almost all of them different, including swords, spears, halberds, sticks, spears, and hooks, were aimed at Lu Yuanzhi.

Seeing these weapons touching Lu Yuanzhi's body from different angles, these figures were all delighted.

But the next moment, they heard a chuckle.

"hehe."

Immediately afterwards, a chill came from the soles of their feet and rushed straight to their heads, penetrating into their skin and attacking their internal organs and even their brains.

"Click~"

More than a dozen figures and the weapons in their hands were all covered with a layer of ice.

In just a blink of an eye, they were all frozen into ice sculptures.

"Bah."

The sound of snapping fingers was heard.

The next moment, the ice sculpture shattered.

More than a dozen figures suddenly turned into pieces of frozen meat, without even a scream leaving this world.

"Hi~"

Seeing this scene, almost all the tribal leaders who had not yet set out, except the Demon King, took a step back.

There was confusion in their eyes when they looked at Lu Yuanzhi.

What's happening here?
In one encounter, more than a dozen tribal leaders of the same level as him were all killed? ?

This person...

The master who created all this, Lu Yuanzhi, just stood there calmly, looking directly at the hesitant demon leaders, and said with a playful smile:
"Why, do you want to taste whether my knife is sharp?"

After hearing this, everyone's throat seemed to be blocked and they were unable to speak.

My sword is not bad either? ?

Come on, everyone put away their weapons silently, not daring to look at Lu Yuanzhi.

Who couldn't see that from what happened just now? They were not even on the same level in front of the young man in front of them. He could kill them with just a little finger.

They are not the kind of little demon soldiers whose intelligence is not yet fully developed. As long as the Demon King gives an order, they will close their eyes and rush forward, not caring whether they live or die...

They were all well-known figures in the demon clan, and naturally they knew much more than the little demons in terms of intelligence. After Lu Yuanzhi finished speaking, several people looked at each other and all focused their attention on the Faceless Demon King.

"waste!"

Feeling their gazes, the Demon King cursed inwardly, but his face showed no expression. He took a deep breath slowly:

"Before I make a move, I will give you one more chance..."

"Come on, stop talking nonsense. The Imperial Master can't come, so I'm all alone."

Lu Yuanzhi sneered and looked at the Demon King from top to bottom with an amused look on his face. He stretched out the knife in his hand, gently pointed at the Demon King and said:
"To fight or not to fight, just one word."

The Demon King was still somewhat hesitant.

After all, the words of the human race are all cunning, and it is impossible to believe a single word of them.

You said that the national teacher is gone in secret so he is gone?

But the Demon King also understood clearly that if he did not go up now, his dignity as the Demon King would be lost, so he changed his mind again. After all, the opponent was only a third-grade warrior, and any attack would hardly hurt him.

In that case, I won't have to waste any effort and can just hold him off for a while.

When his strength is exhausted, take him down without any effort.

In this way, even if the national teacher suddenly appears, he can ensure that he has the energy to deal with it.

Thinking of this, the Demon King slowly extended a finger:
"Since you want to die, I will give you a chance. Do you see this finger? If you can hurt it, you win."

Hearing such pretentious words, the faces of the demon tribe leaders all showed admiration.

Look down on people?

When Lu Yuanzhi saw the Demon King's move, he sneered in his heart, but looked indifferent.

"Don't worry, this knife of mine only takes lives and never hurts fingers."

"It's shameless to talk big."

The Demon King sneered.

If he had not been afraid of the Imperial Master in the dark, he would have eaten this guy alive the moment he dared to say the first disrespectful word to him.

Lu Yuanzhi stopped talking, his eyes fixed on the Demon King. He slowly stepped back, placed the knife at his waist, stretched his right hand over the hilt, and sheathed the knife.

This is a very classic sword-drawing action.

It is Lu Yuanzhi's famous record, the story of drawing the sword.

The momentum slowly increased.

Before the Demon King's divine body was opened, the power brought by Lu Yuanzhi's third level was not something that ordinary people could resist.

When he was building up his momentum, all the demon soldiers and generals, as well as everyone who felt his aura, turned their eyes to him.

"So strong!!!"

Lu Yuanzhi just stood on the battlefield calmly, but attracted everyone's attention.

At this moment, the entire battlefield was silent for a moment, and everyone felt the unparalleled destructive power contained in Lu Yuanzhi's body.

Inside the tent, Wu Qianfeng's gaze was fixed on Lu Yuanzhi, who was in the center of the battlefield.

"Master Lu... is so strong!!!"

After all, Wu Qianfeng had only heard of Lu Yuanzhi's reputation but had never seen him take action. He was also a martial artist, so he could naturally feel the domineering power in Lu Yuanzhi that was enough to destroy the world.

"Big brother's sword-drawing slash."

When Hai Wuyang, who was assisting Weiwu Hou in setting up the formation, saw this scene, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

In his impression, his elder brother's sword-drawing attack had never failed.

"Whoo~"

Seeing this scene, Ji Xuan was the most shocked.

He was the one who knew Lu Yuanzhi's strength best. He was the one who personally protected Lu Yuanzhi when Lu Yuanzhi was able to enter the third rank. He also had a fight with Lu Yuanzhi in the capital last time. At that time, Lu Yuanzhi did not give him such a frightening power.

"In such a short time, he has improved so much. Talent... As expected."

Ji Xuan gave a bitter smile. In fact, he had heard from others since he was a child that his talent in martial arts was a genius that only appears once in a thousand years, but now he felt like a joke compared to Lu Yuanzhi.

Every time I was proud of my talent in the past, it now became a memory of social death...

"boom!!!"

Perhaps it was because the sky and the earth changed color, and a hurricane suddenly blew up in the mountains.

Although it was much smaller than the vision caused by Lu Yuan's last kill of a giant monster in the dungeon of Kewusi in Beijing, it was still horrifying enough.

Some ordinary soldiers and demon soldiers with low cultivation levels were staggering under the hurricane.

At this moment, there was only one person in Lu Yuanzhi's eyes while he was standing in the center of the field.

That is, the Demon King!!!

The Demon King felt the gradually increasing power of Lu Yuanzhi, and his originally careless mentality gradually became serious.

No matter what the outcome of this battle is, this boy must not be kept alive!
A mere third-rank warrior could actually cause strange phenomena in heaven and earth. With such combat power, if he reaches the second rank, I am afraid I will not be his opponent.

If the Demon King had not been afraid that the Imperial Master was lurking in the dark, he would not have cared about anything else. At this moment, he would have gone all out to strangle Lu Yuanzhi in the cradle.

But he was more afraid of death than killing Lu Yuanzhi.

Or perhaps it could be said that he was more afraid of state affairs.

So, he still faced Lu Yuanzhi, waiting for the right time to act.

"Uh-huh!!!"

Almost in the blink of an eye,

Not even a few people watched how Lu Yuanzhi made his move.

All I saw was a flash of silver light appearing on the flat ground.

The next moment, an almost imperceptible "ding" sound was heard.

Then their eyes became dazed.

Looking again, Lu Yuanzhi was already standing in front of the Demon King.

And Lu Yuanzhi's knife was already on the Demon King's neck.

But no one cheered, and everyone was subconsciously nervous.

Because, in front of the Demon King's neck, a finger blocked Lu Yuanzhi's attack.

The owner of the finger is none other than the Demon King!

"hehe."

The demon king's fang-filled mouth began to move, making a disgusting sound:

"This finger of mine is enough to crush you to death on the ground like an ant."

Lu Yuanzhi didn't say anything.

Because the move just now had already consumed a lot of his energy.

Fortunately, in addition to being reborn through a drop of blood, the third-grade warrior can also use the energy between heaven and earth at will.

In just two breaths, he had almost replenished the energy consumed in his body.

"What about this move?!!"

The next moment, Lu Yuanzhi slashed out with his sword again.

As the cold light of the knife appeared between heaven and earth.

Lu Yuanzhi's aura also changed, becoming extremely elegant.

"It is a great pleasure to have friends from afar..."

With every slash of the sword, Lu Yuanzhi slowly uttered a word.

He had used this move in the Taoist competition.

"Ding ding ding~"

Only very few people could see clearly every move of Lu Yuanzhi's sword.

This includes Ji Xuan.

After all, Ji Xuan is a warrior of the third rank.

Although he could only see vaguely, he could see that each of Lu Yuanzhi's slashes had extremely tricky angles, but they were all blocked by the Demon King with just one finger.

The sword that the Imperial Master had personally trained had not left even a single mark on the Demon King after so many collisions...

Extremely scary!
"The Demon King's cultivation is becoming more and more unfathomable..."

Ji Xuan sighed and looked worriedly at Weiwu Hou who was setting up the formation.

At this time, Weiwu Hou's face was flushed and beads of sweat were all over his forehead.

There was even a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

Under Ji Xuan's gaze, Marquis Weiwu suddenly opened his eyes:

"puff!!"

A large mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth.

"Father!!!!"

Seeing this scene, before others could react, Wu Qianfeng, whose attention had been on his father, suddenly changed his expression and shouted involuntarily.

"Don't touch him!!"

Ji Xuan flashed in front of Wu Qianfeng and grabbed his arm, stopping him from rushing towards Weiwu Hou:

"Now is the critical moment. If we disturb him at this time, all our efforts will be wasted and we will all die!"

The sound was extremely heavy.

"Can……"

Wu Qianfeng looked at the extremely weak Weiwu Hou and said in an urgent voice:

"If you continue like this, my father will die first!"

"This Confucian formation is originally like this."

Ji Xuan held Wu Qianfeng's arm tightly, preventing him from moving even a step away, and his voice was filled with numbness:

"Many people from Dayong have already died in this battle. We cannot let all our efforts go to waste!"

"I don't want my father to die!!!"

Wu Qianfeng struggled hard but couldn't get free at all. He looked at Ji Xuan and said in a sad voice:
"I want my father to die! Let me go!"

"no!"

The grief in Ji Xuan's heart was no less than Wu Qianfeng's, as the person who was about to die was his best friend of many years!

Ji Xuan, with his head full of white hair, was no longer as calm as before. With tears in his eyes, he said:
"After today, everyone in Dayong, from ancient times to the present, will remember your father!"

"I don't want others to remember him! I just want him to live!! He has already died once, Ji Gong!! I beg you!! I don't want him to die again..."

After Wu Qianfeng heard Ji Xuan's words, his entire body began to tremble, his eyes like those of a little beast that had suffered a great injustice...

Having heard the news of his father's death twice, Wu Qianfeng's face looked deathly pale.

(End of this chapter)