Once upon a time there was a demon pass

At the edge of Jiangcheng, two auras were revealed.

A huge phantom of a white tiger lifted into the sky, let out a tiger roar, and stretched its body.

Another red long knife emerged, parallel to the white tiger.

The fierce killing intent pointed directly at Xu Yuanqing on the city wall.

Two six senses.

"I'm just saying, how can there be no Liujue to sit in charge of such a big commotion."

"Come on, fight!"

Xu Yuanqing took a step forward, stared at the two awakened objects, and shouted.

In the crowd, two middle-aged people suddenly jumped up.

He rushed towards Xu Yuanqing's position.

The phantom of the white tiger is running wildly in the air, before the person arrives, the white tiger has already roared and clapped it down.

On the red long knife, the spar shone with light, as if piercing through the void, and appeared behind Xu Yuanqing in the next second, attacking towards the heart.

One in front and one in back, the tacit understanding is abnormal.

"Ah..."

With a chuckle: "I thought it was the divine beast White Tiger, I overestimated you."

"I'll show you cult members today, those who have graduated from Mo Academy..."

"Is it enough?"

The sound fell, and a crisp bird song sounded.

Xu Yuanqing's body seemed to be burning with flames, and a bird with a beautiful body and radiating flames rose into the sky, like the king of birds.

Under the suppression of this breath, the white tiger suddenly stopped, let out a fearful roar, and subconsciously took a step back.

It seems to have wisdom.

As soon as the long knife touched the flames, it backed away.

The two lift off.

Looking at Xu Yuanqing.

"Phoenix?"

"No, if he is lucky enough to get nine sleeps, he may be able to evolve completely, but now... it's just a prototype."

"I can't delay, kill quickly."

The two communicated quickly, with dignified expressions, and as the voice fell, another breath rose into the air.

A person came from afar.

A long gun behind him.

The three of them were in a pincer attack, surrounding Xu Yuanqing in the middle.

"What about genius?"

"Could it be that the people who come out of the Mo Academy have three heads and six arms?"

"Or, can you beat the three of us?"

With a sneer, the offensive resumed.

Xu Yuanqing stood in the center, motionless like a mountain, and the fire spread, as if it was going to burn tens of meters around into a sea of ​​flames.

The majestic momentum shocked everyone in the city.

Even the students of Mo Academy couldn't accept it for a while.

Xu Datou, who is usually joking and laughing, is... so strong?

……

"Qiu Xiaoxiao, I know you are here, come out and fight!"

Bai Haitang still held the Crescent Moon Knife in his hand, and chopped down a believer with one blow, yelling.

No one responded.

"I will remember the revenge for killing Liu Yu!"

"Today, either you come out and kill me. If I don't die, in the days to come, you will always have one more enemy!"

"An enemy who wants to kill you."

Bai Haitang spoke again, and rampaged through the crowd, showing an invincible posture.

"White Begonia..."

"It's so scary."

In the hotel, Qiu Xiaoxiao looked at this scene, smiled coquettishly, but did not make any movement, completely ignored, his eyes were still searching around.

until...

A crisp sound.

The window in front of her suddenly shattered.

On the ground is a crossbow bolt.

Among the crowd in the distance, the obese figure flashed away and disappeared into the sea of ​​people in an instant.

And following the sound, Bai Haitang's gaze met Qiu Xiaoxiao's across the air.

"Zongren..."

Whispering, with a hint of cold killing intent in his voice.

The next moment, Bai Haitang held the Crescent Moon Saber and rushed towards her like a killing god.

Under the shadow of the black cat, Qiu Xiaoxiao was extremely fast.

In an instant, he exited the house and got into a fight with Bai Haitang.

For a time, there was no distinction between top and bottom.

"Equally matched opponents."

"I hope that student from Mo Academy can kill her."

In the corner, Zong Ren casually dropped the crossbow in his hand, turned around and walked into an alley, opened a door and walked in.

When he came out again, he had already turned into a young man, looking very young and innocent.

With just the right amount of fear in his eyes, he hurried towards the Mo Academy.

……

Ink Academy, the main entrance.

"coming!"

The tail of the crane that had been closing its eyes to rest suddenly opened its eyes, glanced at the depths of the academy behind it, took a deep breath, stood up, and stood in front of the crowd with the bow and crossbow in hand.

"Senior, the front...leave it to me."

Zhao Zicheng, who was still sleeping three times behind him, said softly, and the restless energy in his body gradually returned to normal.

Looking at the tail of the crane, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The tail of the crane was startled for a moment, but he just smiled, didn't speak, and took two steps back, centered.

Almost simultaneously, Artest opened his eyes.

The violent blood red in his eyes disappeared, and he clenched his fists to feel it silently, his muscles tensed, and he moved forward as well.

On the battlefield in the distance, some disciples of the second and third senses, taking advantage of the lack of manpower of the old students, got out of the gap in the siege and rushed towards the school gate.

Maybe the only good thing is...

The number of people is not too many.

Artest is usually simple and honest, but he is the most irritable when he fights. His eyes gradually turn red, his blood flow accelerates, and his body suddenly seems to have become bigger, like a real giant, rushing towards the crowd.

With every step, the ground will crumble.

Mu Yu's tombstone fell to the ground, using his finger as a pen, he kept writing something on the tombstone, streams of black mist emanated from the tombstone, and finally turned into silk threads, wrapping around the bodies of those heretics.

For a while, the movement was slow and the pace was sluggish.

"Artest, go on!"

After this series of actions, Mu Yu shook the chain, and the tombstone flew out, and Artest grabbed it with one hand like holding a small shield, and smashed it wildly in the crowd.

Under Mu Yu's heartbroken eyes, he smashed holes in the ground.

Stones overflowed.

But now it was too late to think about it, so he took two steps back, stood beside Sun Wen, picked up two bows and crossbows, and shot at the crowd in the distance.

As for Lin Xiaoxiao, she had long stood beside Sun Wen, doing the same thing.

It can be said that fortunately Sun Wen has a large bag of bows and crossbows.

Otherwise they don't know what to do.

"What the hell is this thing for?"

Lin Xiaoxiao picked up a ball, shook it, and looked curious.

Sun Wen's face instantly turned pale with fright.

He grabbed it and threw it at the crowd in the distance.

A roar sounded.

Within two meters of the ball, no one survived.

A deep pit was blasted into the ground.

"well..."

"vomit..."

Lin Xiaoxiao was a little dazed, watching a severed hand fall in front of her, her face turned pale instantly.

If she hadn't been to Zhenyao Pass once, the scene in front of her might make her lose her fighting power immediately.

"Little sister, vomit and vomit, and get used to it."

The tail of the crane touched Lin Xiaoxiao's head, and his gaze towards those cultists gradually became colder.