Nightcrawler: 20 Years of Peaceful Demons

Chapter 621

When Qiu Qianqiu came down from the throne of ruins, I really felt a feeling of overwhelming flames suddenly crushing and falling down.

The veteran demon king is the veteran demon king. Although the Ranger Alliance's division of the nightcrawler's strength was rough, it was generally correct. This kind of crushing in the realm made people feel breathless.

but……

The opponent is aggressive, but I don't have any fear.

This Qiu Qianqiu may not look so powerful, but in fact, his problem is actually very big.

Why didn't he come out when we were making a fuss in the guild hall just now?
Why did Ma Yi'ao kill his most beloved son, but he didn't come out?

Why is this guy still on the ruins after he came out, nagging?

Is it purely for pretending?
No.

After spending so long in the rivers and lakes, I have already learned to see the essence through the phenomenon. If this old demon king hadn't been incapable, he would have killed him a long time ago, twisted the heads of Ma Yi'ao and me and kicked him like a ball Well, why wait until now?

The main reason why he delayed for so long was that he was injured.

This guy should be the person who ambushed Empress Tian in Tiantan Square earlier.

Of course, he wasn't the only one who conspired.

However, after the incident, everyone evacuated separately. He should have parted ways with Huang Quanyin's people, and even Shang Liang who threaded the needle did not follow.

Otherwise, when I pierced Shang Dahai's chest just now, no matter what happened to Shang Liang, he should have shown his face and expressed his condolences.

It's not that the other party didn't pay a little price for killing the old man Wang Chao'an and forcing Empress Tian to fail.

The Qiu Qianqiu in front of us is like this.

Before Qiu Baili died, he revealed a piece of information, that is, Qiu Qianqiu was hiding in the basement, he was injured and couldn't come out.

The few people around him were obviously helping him heal.

And now that Qiu Qianqiu has to show up, is it really because of his injury?

If it's really good, why should he be on top, talking nonsense with us?
Ma Yi'ao and I looked at each other, and without words, we already understood what was expressed in the other's eyes.

This battle has to be fought.

How to fight it?

Take your life.

Even though we know that Qiu Qianqiu's health may not be very good, none of us know exactly what kind of condition it is.

And there is a huge gap between the strength of the veteran demon king and ours.

This gap will not be filled because of the weapons in our hands, so we can only live longer in this battle if we do our best.

In a word, only when he was willing to cut himself to pieces would he have a chance to pull the emperor off his horse.

what……

Ma Yi'ao shook the Tai'a sword in his hand suddenly, but there was a black cloud floating above it, and then, he strode forward and took the initiative to attack.

The sword in his hand floated forward like a leaf.

Lifting weight as light as nothing.

Swish!
Seeing that he was about to approach Qiu Qianqiu, Ma Yi'ao slashed out with a sword. The sound of the sword piercing through the air was so soft that it was almost imperceptible, but the strength contained in it seemed to be able to cut through everything.

Facing such a miraculous sword skill, the opponent seemed very calm, and the Daguan Dao in his hand suddenly hit.

One power down ten sessions.

Obviously, this veteran demon king didn't talk too much with us. He came up and wanted to take us down very simply. He didn't have too many fancy moves, and he didn't want to have a wonderful battle. He just wanted a result.

The only thing he wants to do is to take down Ma Yi'ao and capture Jin Chanzi alive.

This matter means the most to him.

Others, let go.

And when Ma Yi'ao fought against the old demon king, the rest of the people also rushed towards me.

They responded to Qiu Qianqiu's call and wanted to take me down.

In order to show in front of Qiu Qianqiu, the 12 people who were originally staying in the field, plus Qiu Qianqiu's five members of his own clan, a total of [-] people, all rushed towards me.

These 17 people gave me the feeling that they were far more threatening than the previous seven or 80 people.

Because none of the remaining people can break through and let me kill them instantly.

Each of them can fight me for a hundred rounds on weekdays. At this moment, all 17 of them swarmed up, in order to drown me out by taking advantage of their numbers.

In order to erase Qiu Qianqiu's anger, they must do their best at this moment.

The first person to appear in front of me was Mr. Ying.

This person's attire is very similar to the ninja in Japanese movies, except that his attire is more Chinese. Of course, no matter what, his elusive means are really frightening.

This is the Qimen Dunjia technique.

If I am not careful, I may be decapitated by the opponent's long knife as thin as a cicada's wings.

Most of the wounds on Ma Yi'ao's body came from this person's means.

But at this moment, he is like a cold poisonous snake, staring at me.

I went over with a few sticks and pushed back its offensive, but the surrounding attacks also came immediately.

When the real fight reached a fever pitch, most of these people revealed their true colors. Among the twelve zodiac signs, there are also seven or eight kinds. Demons and ghosts run rampant for a while. Afterwards, he became ruthless and ferocious.

The Nine Ways Flipping the Cloud Stick Method has its own set of theories and coping methods for dealing with life and death and melee.

This allowed me to survive the melee just now with ease.

But at this moment, these people obviously know more about me, so if they want to go up together, if they want to retreat, they will scatter everywhere. Multiple harassments make it difficult for me to continue.

After more than a dozen rounds of fighting, I was stabbed in the lower abdomen with a knife.

If it wasn't for the fact that his body was fairly strong and his reaction was quick, he might have been pierced through.

It's just that even if it's just a scar, the hot burning feeling still makes my actions a little stalemate.

Facing the opponent's overwhelming and endless attacks, I knew that if I continued like this, I'm afraid I would not be able to escape the end of defeat in the end.

On the other side, Ma Yi'ao exerted the power of Tai'a Sword to the extreme, but in the end he still couldn't maintain the balance of power.

Facing Qiu Qianqiu, he was losing ground.

This is Qiu Qianqiu when he was injured. If he was in his prime, Ma Yi'ao would have been defeated long ago.

From this, it can be seen how terrifying the strength of the veteran demon king must be.

And Empress Tian was able to injure her in such a complicated situation at that time, which was really shocking.

You know, there were definitely experts from Huang Quanyin or Yefuhui who were present at the time, and Qiu Qianqiu was not the only one.

It has to change.

If you are poor, you want to change, and if you change, you will succeed...

How to do?
I waved the golden cudgel in my hand, and felt that there were many phantoms in front of my eyes, and gradually, I felt a little weak.

I feel that I may not be able to get out of this Shura field.

If you make a big disturbance in the heavenly palace, you must bear the due consequences.

Ma Yi'ao and I already knew about this matter before we came here.

only……

Since there is trouble and there is no result, what is it?

If the old man wants to have fun after his death, he must be accompanied by a heavyweight.

Qiu Qianqiu is the best companion.

For others, the cards are not enough.

I was calculating quickly in my mind, and the situation in front of me seemed to be unsolvable, but I finally found a loophole.

After getting stabbed in the arm again, I knew I had to implement the plan in my heart.

big big big……

At that moment, I poured the most terrifying monster power into the golden cudgel. The original earthen stick changed again at this moment. After forcing away all the ghosts and monsters surrounding me, I reached into my bosom with my left hand, took out something, crushed it decisively, and threw it on the ground.

Then, holding the golden cudgel in my hand, I jumped up.

At the moment when I was in the air, I began to read loudly: "The two of them are fighting together, and the victory or defeat is not yet decided. There has been Yousheng Zhenjun for a long time, and I sent Zuo to send a letter to Leifu, and transferred 36 All the thunder generals came together, surrounded the great sage in Gaixin, and fought fiercely. The great sage had no fear at all, so he used a wish stick to cover the left and right, and the back to meet him. Suddenly, seeing the thunder generals Swords, guns, swords, halberds, whips, halberds, hammers, axes, gourds, and sickles and shovels are very close. He immediately transformed into three heads and six arms; changed the wish stick into three; six hands opened three sticks, It's like a spinning wheel, dripping and dancing in the heart of the scorpion, and the gods of thunder can't get close..."

I waved the golden cudgel in my hand, the shadow of the stick flew, due to the power of the stick, no one dared to stop it for a while.

This allowed me to break into the battle between Qiu Qianqiu and Ma Yi'ao.

At this moment, Qiu Qianqiu is facing Ma Yi'ao, and he has already formed a tendency to quarrel. Seeing that he is about to pick the fruit, he can't help being upset when he sees me coming to kill him suddenly, and cursed angrily: "What are you muttering about?"

Someone in the distance replied: "Report to the Patriarch, what this person is reading is the scene in "Journey to the West", where Monkey King makes trouble in the Heavenly Palace..."

Qiu Qianqiu was so angry that he yelled, saying that I asked you to speak?Why don't you come up and stop this fellow?
After finishing speaking, he looked at me again and said, "What's the point of talking about storytelling and singing an opera? You are just a little monkey who has not awakened, and you are far away from that great sage... ..."

After he finished speaking, he laughed loudly, and at this moment, I, who had been immersed in a certain state by reciting "Journey to the West", picked up the golden cudgel and sneered, "Really?"

I stood up, and a monk with a hairy face appeared behind me, holding up the huge golden cudgel together with me.

The two overlapped one another, and a sharp and majestic voice came out from mid-air like thunder: "Hey, monster, give me a stick from my old grandson!"

(End of this chapter)