Once upon a time there was a demon pass

"But judging from the current situation, his situation is becoming more and more dangerous now."

"The Yaozu don't know what's going on this time. It's like being beaten with chicken blood. They have no intention of stopping at all. The blockade is still very tight."

"Yu Sheng escapes now, there is still time, if we delay any longer..."

Zhong Yushu didn't finish his sentence, but his expression was a little worried.

But Yu Mo shook his head slightly: "I believe Yu Sheng, Yu Sheng can do things with confidence, and if he doesn't leave, he naturally has a reason not to leave."

"Then we..."

"What should I do now?"

"I really can't figure out how Yu Sheng will break the situation under such circumstances."

Zhong Yushu was a little puzzled.

Yu Mo didn't speak, but lowered his head slightly, lost in thought, frowning, guessing Yu Sheng's thoughts, and after a while, he raised his head again, with a touch of surprise in his eyes: "The monster race is delaying time. , he is also delaying time!"

"He is waiting, waiting for the people of the human race!!!"

"Not only does the demon domain have demon masters, but our human race also has eight senses!"

"It's just that I was constrained by the thinking of fighting alone for the rest of my life, and I didn't consider the possibility of support."

"But now that Yu Sheng dares to take risks to save the army, why can't he choose to trust the human race and wait for the support of the human race?"

"Time is running out, we must act quickly!"

"If Yu Sheng didn't wait for any support in the end, he might choose to return to the human race alone."

"But at that time, his newly established sense of belonging to the human race will also disappear!"

Yu Mo's eyes brightened, and his voice became more urgent!

Zhong Yushu nodded slowly: "This mountain..."

"Leave it alone!"

"support!"

Yu Mo took a deep breath and finally made a decision.

And Zhong Yushu was not an indecisive person, almost at the moment when Yu Mo's voice fell, he suddenly soared into the sky, exuding endless vigor, holding a long spear in his hand, and his body exuded a scarlet light.

"Eight senses of the human race!"

"Let's go!"

"Together with my Pavilion Master Moge, fight against the Demon Realm!!!"

Zhong Yushu's old voice was unusually high-pitched and kept echoing!

While making the sound, Zhong Yushu sprinted towards the blockade line like a sharp long sword.

The town demon is closed.

Yuan Qingshan looked at this scene, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his expression became excited: "Hehe, let me just say..."

"Can you still watch our little pavilion master being bullied by a group of beasts?"

"Hahaha!!!"

"Dare to provoke our little pavilion master, do you really think there is no one in the human race?"

"on!"

Yuan Qingshan stood on the city wall, stepped in, and appeared a hundred meters away. He made no effort to conceal the surging energy in his body, and even locked his spiritual power firmly on a patriarch of the Protoss.

Qi Changshan followed closely behind.

Because the war is over, most of Bajue have returned to their posts, and these four Bajue are already the limit that Zhenyaoguan can send.

But it didn't end there.

About ten Qijue looked at each other with deep eyes.

A gray-haired old man asked slowly: "What did that old Zhong Yushu say just now, how often do you want to go to war?"

"Seven senses!"

"Although I am old, I definitely heard correctly!"

Another old man said swearingly.

"Yes, I also listened to Qijue!"

The other Qijue also said with great assurance, and they almost patted their chests to promise.

"What are you waiting for!"

"Go on!"

"Liujue's little fellows, guard the Zhenyao Pass!"

"Something went wrong, come back and don't blame those Bajue old ghosts for killing you!"

They looked at Liujue's young generals with menacing eyes, and rushed out laughing happily in their bewildered eyes.

All of a sudden, the coercion continued to sweep in the midair, with unparalleled determination, pointing directly at the demon domain.

The rest of the Six Senses were stunned, not knowing what to say for a while.

Until Zhao Zicheng said quietly: "Mr. Zhong said before, how many times are you going to fight?"

While speaking, he turned his head to look at Artest's position, and frantically gestured with his eyes.

Artest scratched his head honestly: "I...I remember it was eight...six!"

After feeling Zhao Zicheng's threatening gaze, Artest changed his words decisively, and Zhao Zicheng nodded in satisfaction: "So, I think we have a duty to do it!"

"I feel that I am very close to Qijue!"

"After this battle, I will be Qijue!"

"we..."

Zhao Zicheng's words were impassioned, he kept waving his arms, and his eyes were full of fighting spirit.

Until a reserve general stared straight at him: "Why, we also ran away. A sixth-level monster came and slaughtered the city. Are you responsible?"

"Honestly defend the city!"

"It's really a mistake, those old guys won't beat you!"

"To put it bluntly, by the time you arrive, they're all done."