Fantasia: The blind man at the beginning starts with playing the erhu

Li Ping'an's back was facing the city wall, and in front of him was the vast demon army.

Densely packed, obscuring the sky.

Li Ping'an stood with his feet like pillars, his fists concentrated.

Just this one action was enough to brutally and unreasonably defeat the countless monster armies hundreds of miles ahead.

Under the fist intention, there is no life.

Li Ping'an opened his boxing frame, and his majestic fist intention flowed out like a vast ocean, as if he had created a world of his own just by relying on his fist intention.

A big demon sacrificed three refined objects without hesitation.

As a result, it was like a mud cow drowning in the sea, and there was no reply.

Although the big demon was hiding in the distance, now that his life object was destroyed, life was worse than death, so he had to retreat from the battlefield.

Li Ping'an and Lao Niu looked at each other, and then one man and one cow launched formations in two different directions.

If you open the formation with your own strength, there will be death but no life.

Li Ping'an took a deep breath and then opened the way with his fists.

There is nothing as far as the eye can see ahead.

Splattered blood, weapons and magic weapons floating in the air, and remaining armor fragments.

In an instant, they all turned into smoke and dust, as if swallowed by a powerful force and disappeared.

The monster army is not afraid of death, and they are coming one after another.

The sound of fighting is getting louder, more chaotic, and more intense.

However, he could not touch Li Ping'an.

There are no demon soldiers within dozens of miles around Li Ping'an.

He kept repeating the process of the demon army rushing in, and then being crushed to death by Li Ping'an's aura as thick as a mountain.

"I'm really not used to this kind of demon-suppressing pass."

Demon Saint Qinyuan looked at the Demon Suppressing Pass where there was only one person and one cow, and recalled the scene in the past when the Demon Suppressing Pass was full of vitality and flying swords were like rain.

"It's really worth all the years of waiting."

Demon Saint Bai Ze watched the tragic death of a large number of demon troops, but turned a blind eye.

In this sea of ​​corpses and blood, his graceful demeanor gives people an otherworldly feeling.

The Monster Clan lacks everything except miscellaneous soldiers.

This Li Ping'an obviously came with the intention of dying.

Then let this group of soldiers use up his energy.

Otherwise, who knows how many demon saints he can replace before he dies.

Except for the seriously injured Jiuying and Yingzhao, the other six demon saints and Yang Jianbai all appeared on the battlefield.

If at this moment, they try their best to surround and kill Li Pingan and Lao Niu.

This battle will end faster, but of course the price may be that a demon saint is killed by the opponent.

After all, this man's strength is obvious to all the demon saints.

But now that the Demon Ancestor is dead, the extraterrestrial demon seems to have been temporarily sealed in the river of destiny by Qingxuan at the last moment of his life using some secret method.

More importantly, the Demon Suppressing Pass no longer has any combat power.

Qing Xuan, who they feared the most, was dead, and even Kong Yang and several other Nine Realm Immortals also died on the battlefield.

I was relieved, and at the same time I had my own little Jiujiu.

They were temporarily united because of some kind of interest relationship.

Obviously, after capturing Kyushu, what awaits them is the fight between the demon clans.

So for a while, no one was willing to take the initiative to fight.

They all prepared to wait for an opportunity.

Li Ping'an stretched out a hand to resist the tomahawk that struck his head.

He swung the Fuso knife with his backhand and cut the owner of the ax into two pieces.

Li Ping'an changed his tactics. Just now he was still punching, but now he switched to holding a knife with one hand.

A square cage and a formation enveloped him.

Li Ping'an didn't dodge or dodge, and he didn't have any exquisite sword skills.

At this stage, any sword technique seems a bit flashy.

Just chop, press, spread, and wipe.

Each cut is as deep as a cut, and each cut is faster than the last.

Simple, unpretentious.

However, the complex and cumbersome shackles of the prison were torn apart in an instant, and the power of the sword continued unabated.

Then he marched forward unscrupulously on the battlefield, until hundreds of monsters were killed or wounded before they gradually disappeared.

Li Ping'an didn't just start the formation, but charged forward for a while.

The route traced a circle on the battlefield and then turned back to the city.

Holding a breath, he continued to kill the enemy with his sword.

The large formation composed of hundreds of demon clan sword cultivators was in good order.

They occupied five positions respectively, and in each position, there was one sword after another.

A perfect sword formation was formed, constantly attacking Li Ping'an.

There is an endless flow between swords. The angle and speed chosen by each sword are just right and impeccable.

The attack was continuous and fierce, swallowing up mountains and rivers.

Thus forming an endless sea of ​​killing waves of swords.

Clang!

Li Ping'an made a sword move with his left hand, moving from top to bottom.

Sword to sword! !

White light flashed and a sword came out.

The timing is perfect, the sword will kill the person, and he doesn't want to waste any effort.

Facing countless demon armies, he would most likely be consumed alive in the end.

At this time, it is necessary to delay as long as possible and save as much as possible.

The body of the demon sword cultivator above the line suddenly separated.

It's not over yet, countless sword intents split apart.

It seemed like countless branches sprouted from the main trunk, criss-crossing and intertwining into a terrifying sword network.

Under the cover of the sword net, no matter it is a demon monk.

Or maybe it's the natal flying sword in his hand, the robes and armor he wears, all of which are divided into several sections...

The battlefield centered on him was empty again.

But within a moment, it was crowded again by a dense army of monsters.

The sword energy fell in the direction of Li Ping'an like a torrential rain.

Li Ping'an punched and forced the empty sword rain back.

Looking at the hundreds of demon sword cultivators under his command, [-]% of them were lost.

Demon Saint Qinyuan felt his heart bleeding.

Bai Ze squinted his eyes and stared at Li Pingan's figure.

Isn’t it a bit...too powerful...?

"well!!"

A loud, thunderous voice sounded.

A flash of fire suddenly appeared.

A loud, thunderous voice sounded.

A flash of fire suddenly appeared on the battlefield.

The demon saint ghost car came with a gun and brought an aurora with it, directly covering Li Ping'an in a fire.

The first demon saint took action.

The tip of the spear erupted with more powerful, scorching flames.

The Fuso knife collided with the tip of the spear, causing ripples of madness to spread out.

Several mountains that were directly moved by a big demon exploded.

There was a flash of fire and a loud bang.

Pillars of fire shot up into the sky, burning red in all directions, turning into a sea of ​​fire.

The monsters who were close were all involved, and under the light of the fire, not a single monster uttered a scream.

Not a single demon clan ran out, they were all burned without a trace.

No monster in the army dared to step even half a step beyond the thunder pool.

Only dare to cast spells from a distance.

Mountains collapsed and they fell from the sky, but before they hit the ground.

Countless air waves rushed over and shattered them.

Immediately afterwards, Li Ping'an and the Demon Saint Ghost Car approached the direction of the demon army.

These unlucky monsters were first shocked to death, and then burned to ashes.