Urban Demon Slayer

"You're not my little brother, then you listen to me in everything you do. I let you bear it, so you can bear it?" Wang Qianchen said quietly.

"Grass!" Wei Zihua understood what Wang Qianchen meant, and jumped off the flower bed, his hands quickly condensed in the air, and a long air knife suddenly appeared!

"Shh-"

Without any hesitation, Wei Zihua slashed towards Wan Long's back with a ruthless knife.

"what--"

Wan Long was caught off guard, and was slashed straight by the knife, the skin on his back was ripped open, and blood flew out.

"Fuck you!" Wan Long was furious, turned his head suddenly, and heard a few sounds of "咻咻咻", and several flying swords rose from behind him.

"call--"

At the same time, Du Hong slashed out with both palms, and the flames covered Wan Long's entire body.

"Bastard!" Wan Long cursed, and his body quickly retreated, but his hair and clothes were burnt off a lot, and his whole person looked pitch-black, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt flesh.

"Shhhhh-"

Several fierce flying swords sprang out, flashing a chilling light in the darkness.

Tan Zuo picked up his long sword, and lightning, fire, wind, and water vapor flickered above the sword's edge, and with a few "ding ding ding", the flying sword bounced away.

At the same time, Wang Qianchen suddenly rushed out, holding a brick and slapped it at Wanlong's head.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Between the lightning and flint, Wang Qianchen took seven or eight shots, Wanlong's head was bleeding, swaying, and his body almost fell over.

"Damn it, just leave, why are you still in front of them?" Seeing this scene, Bai Feiyang couldn't hide anymore, so he could only rush up with a group of Longhushan disciples.

At the same time, the disciples of the Nie family led by Nie Rong, as well as the disciples of Qingcheng Mountain, numbered twenty or thirty, all rushed out!

"Grass, so many people?" Wei Zihua looked surprised, then condensed several air grenades, and threw them out with a "swoosh". The explosion of "Boom Rumble" sounded all around, which indeed blocked a lot of people. the way to go.

But still at least half of them rushed up.

"Hahaha, well done, I like it!" Du Hong waved his hands, and more flames roared out.

Bai Feiyang stabbed with a sword, and between the flashes of lightning, those flames instantly extinguished.

"I just wanted to say it on the first day, you are also worthy of being the first genius?" Bai Feiyang raised his sword and stabbed at Du Hong. The sound of "swoosh" continued to sound, mixed with faint thunder, offensive. Pretty sharp.

"Hey, I'm not the first genius, are you? Come and come, let me experience your swordsmanship!" Du Hong murmured, a flaming fire sword already appeared in his hand!

These talented disciples have long heard of each other's names. Usually, due to the friendship of the sect, it is inconvenient to directly provoke and learn from each other, but this time there is an opportunity.

"Bang bang bang!" Wang Qianchen still patted Wanlong's head with a brick in hand.

But in the next second, Nie Rong suddenly appeared and patted Wang Qianchen's shoulder with both hands. He didn't see how hard he tried, but Wang Qianchen's body fell to the side uncontrollably, and took seventeen or eight steps back before barely standing. Steady steps.

Four or two thousand pounds!

Nie Rong is an enlightened person of "Tai Chi". Others who have practiced Tai Chi for a lifetime may not be able to comprehend the essence of it, but Nie Rong can easily grasp the key and tricks.

Born to do it, and play it better than anyone.

Seeing Nie Rong, Wang Qianchen lowered his face slightly, and then said, "Get out of the way!"

"Dude, don't fight anymore, it will cause people's lives, and it's not good for you and Wanlong!" Nie Rong advised softly.

Nie Rong has helped Wang Qianchen a few times before, and logically it should give him some face, but Wang Qianchen is really angry now. Before, he managed to hold back his actions, but Wanlong still said those words in front of him, it was almost equivalent to Yu riding **** on his face.

It is simply unbearable and unbearable!

"Get out of the way!" Wang Qianchen said again.

"Dude, listen to my advice..."

Before Nie Rong could finish speaking, Wang Qianchen rushed up with a brick in hand.

Nie Rong sighed, and had no choice but to put on a Tai Chi posture and fight with Wang Qianchen again.

Seeing that Wang Qianchen was entangled, Wei Zihua held the air sword again and rushed towards Wanlong. Wan Long was besieged by a few people at the beginning, and indeed suffered a lot of injuries, but now he has slowed down for a while, and once again manipulated the flying sword.

At the same time, the people from Longhu Mountain, Qingcheng Mountain, and the Nie family also rushed up.

Wang Qianchen knew of their existence for a long time, but at first he didn't expect to do it, so he didn't make preparations. Now that everyone was under siege, he would definitely not hesitate any more, and directly recruited Mr. Honglou and other demons.

"Hey, then I'll come too!" Seeing this scene, Tan Zuo also took out a few yellow human-shaped pieces of paper from his arms.

A few flashes of white light flashed, and these yellow human-shaped pieces of paper quickly turned into real zombies, each with green faces and fangs, arms stretched out, wearing Qing Dynasty official uniforms, and jumping towards the crowd with a "bang, bang, bang".

But before they could jump into the crowd, all the disciples had already fallen to the ground.