Urban Demon Slayer

Clear space? !

Wang Qianchen was taken aback, and immediately looked up at the top of his head, a virtual space quickly unfolded, the long street was still the same long street, and there were cars and stalls on both sides of the road, but no one was there, it was empty and quiet.

As a monster slayer, Wang Qianchen, of course, knows what this is. He thought that reinforcements were coming and he was ready to attack the Eighth Prince.

But the next second, his pupils shrank rapidly because he smelled some familiar scent.

Immediately afterwards, at the end of the long street, a few figures slowly walked out. The leader was the elder Ma of Qingcheng Mountain, and the four Qingcheng Mountain disciples from the rock realm followed him. They were the ones who had appeared in the training camp before, one of them. The disciple slowly put the town demon bell into his waist.

In Qingcheng Mountain, there are a lot of [Monster Slayer], and it is not unusual to have the equipment of [Monster Slayer].

Why are they again?

Wang Qianchen frowned. I heard that Elder Ma was sent to the military court by Song Cepeng, and it has only been less than two months, so he came out so soon?

"Wang Qianchen, we meet again." Elder Ma smiled and walked slowly step by step, the pressure of the wall poured out like a mountain.

At the same time, the four Qingcheng Mountain disciples in the rock realm drew their swords one after another.

Neurosis, just neurosis!

According to Wang Qianchen's knowledge, both Qingcheng Mountain and Song Cepeng put a lot of pressure on Elder Ma to prevent him from doing things without evidence, but he still found it at the first time, and the whole person was stunned!

Wang Qianchen couldn't be tough with him, he turned around and ran to the other side of the long street.

Seeing this, the four rock-level disciples of Mount Qingcheng hurriedly chased after him, but Wang Qianchen was extremely fast, especially when he was on all fours, almost no less than a wall. He quickly ran to the edge of the virtual space, and then copied The bricks smashed over with a bang.

The sound of "click" and "click" came from the virtual space, and it looked like it was about to shatter, but the four disciples caught up and stabbed at Wang Qianchen with their swords. Qingcheng Mountain's swordsmanship is famous all over the world, Wang Qianchen didn't dare to neglect, and also pulled out a long sword to fight back.

"Master, hold on, I'll be fine right away!"

Taking this opportunity, the bricks escaped from his hands and continued to smash the virtual space "boom blah blah".

With Wang Qianchen's current strength, he can win against one rock realm, but it's a bit difficult to deal with two rock realms, but it's not too much of a problem. To deal with four rock formations at the same time, there is really no chance of winning, so he quickly recruited Mr. Honglou, then quickly swung the sword in his hand, and occasionally spit fire, lighted, and disappeared, plus Mr. Honglou Help, finally did not die under the siege of the four rock realms, but there were several more sword wounds on the body, and blood oozes from the shoulders and arms.

With a "click" sound, the slab finally broke open a hole.

"Master, let's go!" Banzhuan shouted, and he got out of the virtual space.

Wang Qianchen immediately took back Mr. Honglou, and rushed outside like a lost dog. Several Yanjing hurried to chase, but it was too late.

"You can't run!" Elder Ma, who had not been doing anything for a while, took a deep breath, his stomach swelled like a ball, and then blew it out with a "hu" sound, and a dozen sharp swords condensed from the air, "huhuuuuuu" He walked away with Wang Qianchen's back.

Several rock-level disciples gave way to these air flying swords. Wang Qianchen also knew that these flying swords were powerful. Not only were they extremely fast, but they also had their own cruise system. Regardless of whether they were in the sky or in the ground, they could not escape the opponent's sniping.

At this moment, an old man with white hair and short stature suddenly came in from the edge of the broken space.

"Eighth Prince..." Wang Qianchen looked surprised.

At the same time, more than a dozen flying swords were already close at hand.

The Eighth Prince's eyes narrowed, he took a step forward abruptly, grabbed Wang Qianchen and turned his body, and those flying swords "ding ding ding" hit him on the back. Although the Eighth Prince has not returned to his true appearance, his back is still quite hard, as if covered with a layer of tortoise shell—either likeness, or tortoise shell.

Those flying swords were blocked, "Ding Ding Dang Dang" fell to the ground, and turned into invisible air.

"Who?!" Elder Ma shouted: "I am seeking revenge on Qingcheng Mountain, don't meddle in my own business!"

"Hahaha, what is Qingcheng Mountain, I am the cave owner of Taihang Cave!" The Eighth Prince laughed. After shooting down the flying swords, his hands stretched out and turned into two sharp claws. With a sound, the four Qingcheng Mountain disciples in the rock realm were twisted off their necks and died on the spot.

"Ah—" Seeing this scene, Elder Ma's eyes turned red. His qualifications in Mount Qingcheng were not deep, and he had not been promoted to elder for a long time. He was very sad, and now four more disciples have died in front of him!

Elder Ma rushed towards the Eighth Prince like a madman, and at the same time, he kept spitting out flying swords in his mouth. Those flying swords were like dexterous snakes, almost covering the sky and pervading everything.

The Eighth Prince shook his body, and a huge brown tortoise immediately appeared.