Villain: The Demon Emperor obeys and kills the protagonist

At this moment, Yang Jian stood on the top of a tall tower with his chest indifferently, and fell to the ground with one foot, like a dragonfly touching water.

Beside him, the three-pointed two-edged knife slowly circled around him, his whole body was surrounded by thunder, and his breath was vigorous.

But at this moment, a white light came from the sky, his eyes narrowed slightly, and then the corners of his mouth curled up.

"coming."

The next moment, the white light suddenly magnified and struck at an extremely fast speed!

In an instant, a figure of a monk holding a halberd appeared and rushed towards him!

Boom!

The big halberd was as mighty as a blue dragon, and in an instant it cut off the entire tower and smashed it to pieces.

Holding the three-pointed and two-edged sword, Yang Jian retreated in stature, avoiding this fierce attack.

"The remnants of the demon clan, take your life quickly!"

With a shout, the monk's figure appeared from the smoke and dust in the sky.

The halberd in his hand pointed directly at Yang Jian, his eyes were full of fighting spirit.

"Here is the head on the item. If you have the ability, take it yourself."

Yang Jian raised his neck vigorously, his eyes full of provocation.

The next moment, the space where the two of them were located suddenly exploded with terrifying fluctuations.

On the other side, the swordsman and Bashang searched for Mo Wunian to no avail, but saw two figures, one large and one small, sitting in the City Lord's Mansion not far away.

The little one was dressed in black and red, and the terrifying flames all over his body burned the void.

The big one is a monk-like man, sitting on the floor in a black robe, his aura is strangely restrained to the extreme, looking with the naked eye, it seems that even the soul has been absorbed.

But at this time, both of them had their eyes closed tightly, as if they were fighting between heaven and man.

"It's the remaining two demon remnants trapped by the phantom array!"

The swordsman Weiran opened his mouth, and the edge of the long sword in his hand flowed, which was breathtaking.

And that tyrant snorted coldly.

"I wonder if these remnants of the Demon Realm are as troublesome as the kid before. It turns out that there are such idiots."

"Two dignified existences in the late stage of Heshen Realm were trapped by a mere illusion, and they couldn't escape, waste!"

The swordsman's face was frosty, and he nodded noncommittally, shaking the long sword in his hand to arouse layers of sword intent.

"This is a great opportunity to kill these two people. If they wait until they are out of trouble, two more variables will be added in the late stage of the Heshen Realm."

Ba Shang also nodded, sparks burst out from the friction between his fists, there was the sound of gold and iron clashing.

"Give that bald head to me!"

Ba Shang grinned fiercely with his white teeth, looking at Tang Sanzang's bald head, his heart was extremely restless.

"It would be so satisfying to squeeze this big bald head with one hand!"

He sneered arrogantly.

At this moment, in front of the two of them, Tang Sanzang and Nezha, who had fallen into the illusion and couldn't extricate themselves, were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, with no power to resist.

"The night is long and the dream is full, there is no need to delay, let's do it!"

Said the swordsman Weiran, the long sword in his hand shot out, carrying a cold killing intent, and pointed directly at Nezha's eyebrows!

Bashang also roared angrily, and flew out with big strides, each foot could leave deep footprints on the hard ground, and raised his hand to grab Tang Sanzang's forehead, intending to crush it!
However, at this moment, the two could only hear a Buddha bell humming in the dark, ringing in their ears.

The sound of the bell was as powerful as Huang Zhong Dalu, pointing directly at the hearts of the two of them, causing their offensive to stop.

Then, the eyes of Tang Sanzang and Nezha suddenly opened.

Putting palms together, Tang Sanzang's purple gold pupils slowly flowed divine light, looked directly at Bashang and said.

"Amitabha, the poor monk has been waiting for a long time."

"The benefactor has a lot of crimes, so let the poor monk save him."

At this moment, Ba Shang shook his head again and again, startled in his heart, he did not expect the two to wake up at this time.

And listening to the monk's words, it seemed that he was here specially waiting for them.

"Could it be a fraud?"

This guess flashed in his mind, but the movements of his hands were not vague at all, and he was still grabbing at Tang Sanzang like ten thousand waves!
"Exceed your head!"

He roared in awe, his whole body burst out with energy, and his speed reached the extreme.

Suddenly, a brocade cassock floated out of the void beside Tang Sanzang.

Wearing the Buddha's clothes, the seven treasures on it vibrate, water and fire are not invaded, and the body is protected from danger. A mighty Buddha light barrier flashes, expanding instantly!
Boom!

Ba Shang slapped the barrier of Buddha's light with his palm, and he was forced back abruptly when he was caught off guard!

The swordsman not far away couldn't help being surprised when he saw this.

Bashang has always been famous for his domineering power, but at this moment he lost a little bit of the wind in the reckless fight with the monk, how could it be possible!

How can such an existence be trapped by a mere illusion, presumably these remnants of the Demon Realm have a plan long ago!

At this moment, the chill in the swordsman's heart became even worse, and he looked at his opponent Nezha.

This is a handsome boy, who has slowly got up at this moment.

His whole body was red, and sparks burst out from his eyes when they opened and closed. The terrifying temperature scorched the surrounding void.

But at this time, the swordsman's clear long sword was only three inches away from Nezha's eyebrows!

Boom!

Hearing a loud noise, Nezha's figure suddenly retreated suddenly, and hot wheels appeared under his feet, and his figure was approaching the extreme.

Pulling away the distance from the clear long sword, he Wei Ran pointed out that it touched the tip of the sword.

"retreat!"

Nezha's voice was like thunder, which coincided with the way of heaven.

With just one click, the swordsman felt unparalleled terrifying power through the long sword.

The energy gathered on the long sword was scattered under this finger, and it flew straight back and fell into his hands.

"What a terrifying power!"

He looked dignified, looking at the little fire boy Nezha, not daring to despise him in the slightest.

As one of the three thorns in the heavenly court, Nezha, who is second only to the God of War Yang Jian and the Monkey King, is also a fairy god with unparalleled combat power and sanctified flesh.

Its body is made of fresh lotus root, which is extremely hard.

It can be said that his physical body is even harder than many treasures, so how can a sword hurt it?
The swordsman flew upside down and retreated to Bashang's side, both of them looked equally dignified.

"These two remnants of the Demon Realm are not as simple as they appear on the surface, and weird methods are emerging one after another, so don't be careless."

The swordsman said cautiously, turning his eyes around, trying to find Nezha's weak point and break it with his sword.

However, in his eyes, Nezha's whole body is flawless and extremely strong, like a defensive treasure walking on one side, which caused him a great headache.

Sword cultivators were originally masters of killing, and they were the best at dealing with such tough opponents trained by outsiders.

However, at this moment, he felt that Nezha had no way to start, and it was extremely difficult.

At this time, in the middle of the city, in the original battlefield.

Three of the five strongmen from the city of Boland have already gone.

The remaining one is a middle-aged man with a broken blade and a huge crossbow, an old man who still looks calm.