Xiong Yihu's heart was filled with mixed feelings. Looking at Nie Wushuang's eyes, there was expectation, confusion, envy, and fear. As for Nie Wushuang's wine glass for a long time, Xiong Yihu still did not respond with the glass.

Nie Wushuang sneered and said, "Brother Yihu, don't be nervous. I am a monk who opens the Yemen. I wanted to introduce you to me and open the Yemen. Unfortunately, you also saw that I am a clay Buddha now crossing the river, so I can't protect myself, so..."

Xiong Yihu looked at Nie Wushuang, and the wine glass raised was trembling constantly, and his words trembled: "Previous...sen...I...will be my teacher..."

Nie Wushuang waved his hand and smiled self-mockeryly: "Add to be a disciple? With my little trick, have you seen these guys in black? I can pick one out of it and take my life with a wave. If you really want to learn to practice, you should choose someone else. Now I am a clay Buddha crossing the river and I can't protect myself."

While the two were talking, a commotion suddenly came from the door. Nie Wushuang looked at him and saw a large number of silver armor and golden armor guards rushing towards the city lord Xie Siyuan. The armor of the group was damaged, covered in blood, and some silver armor, and the golden armor guards even supported each other with residual limbs.

As these people rushed over, countless mortals also fled from the street. In the originally not-wide Dashan River and Lake Restaurant, the soldiers were suddenly crowded with soldiers. On the wide street at the entrance of the Dashan River and Lake, there were crying and howlings. Among the crowd were Qi training, foundation-building monks, and ordinary mortals.

Nie Wushuang rushed forward and looked at the crowded crowd, and his face was unbearable. Among the crowd, Xie Siyuan, the lord of Tiger City, was also covered with scars, and blood flowed out of the wounds around his body. With the support of several golden armored guards, Xie Siyuan staggered to Nie Wushuang, barely stood and looked at Nie Wushuang, and gasped: "Wushuang... Young Master, the demon clan... has launched a large-scale invasion, countless demon soldiers and generals, and now he has been blocked by the people you brought. Please... Please help Wushuang to rescue the people and monks in Tiger City. My lord's mansion is not an opponent at all."

Among the Golden Armored Guards, a person with mild injuries quickly said: "The Demon Clan... The Demon Clan is coming in a large-scale attack. There are... three hundred numbers for the Demon General alone!"

When Nie Wushuang saw the crowd running around in a panic, he was shocked and asked quickly: "The demon clan has such a big fanfare to invade Tiger City? What is the intention?"

Xie Siyuan took a healing pill, suppressed the tumbling of blood and his tone, and returned to normal. He shook his head and said, "Brother Wushuang, it's not the time to ask these questions. You should order the elixir monks you brought to protect the street outside the gate. Now many people who take refuge know that there are many experts here and are rushing towards this side. Whether Hucheng can survive the danger today depends on the young master."

After Nie Wushuang nodded, he turned around and said to the group of masked monks in black who had surrounded him the moment before: "Everyone, there is work to do."

Someone in the black man said coldly: "Nie Wushuang, don't worry, I have a sense of my own in this kind of thing."

Another man in black said, "One person in each of the three sects and five sects must be a high-level elixir to protect Nie Wushuang here, and the rest of them will join forces to kill these demon cultivators." As he spoke, the man had already run out.

At this moment, suddenly, bursts of screams came, and everyone was standing at the entrance of the Dashan River and Lake Restaurant. When they looked up, they saw that the sky was covered with the sun, and afterimages passed by the air.

Among the nearly a thousand afterimages, more than a hundred black shadows fell. When Nie Wushuang looked closely, it was the group of black-clothed and masked monks. After they fell, many of them were damaged, and some even masked black scarves fell down to some unknown where they went. It seemed that these people were also seriously injured.

Immediately afterwards, two or three hundred figures of different colors rushed over, and then thousands of neatly dressed demon soldiers landed in the air.

"It's indeed a big attack." Among the masked monks, many people saw so many demon cultivators, panting and staring, and the spiritual energy on their bodies slowly spread out.

So someone said, "Everyone, there is no need to hide your weakness at this moment. Let's show off your weapons. This time, the three sects and six sects of our human race, and the four major dan buildings are mostly here. If the demon clan is still killed to destroy the Tiger City, what will we look like in the future? "

When the man finished speaking, hundreds of black-clothed masked monks beside Nie Wushuang quickly retracted their swords, and each took out their real battle weapons from the storage rings, waiting for the battle.

Nie Wushuang shouted to the crowd: "There are too many mortals in Hucheng. Everyone leads the demon clan into the sky and opens the battlefield in mid-air to avoid accidental injury."

No one answered, everyone was watching the movements of the demon clan.

At this time, the street was in chaos, and fleeing crowds rushed to the shops on both sides of the street, and the customers in the Dashan River and the mortals who came to take refuge were crowded with people.

Yun Qianruo's long sword with a white hilt hilt straddled, and stood beside Nie Wushuang at some point, and said to Nie Wushuang: "My Nine-Ear Flame Sword of Yunmeng Sect can be used now."

Nie Wushuang glanced at Yun Qianruo, nodded, found the Nine-Ear Flame Knife from the storage ring, held the knife handle that was flashing with blue and white light and faintly appeared, and asked, "How can this knife play its maximum effect?"

Yun Qianruo held the long sword in his hand and said calmly: "You can't do it. Unless a cultivator in the Nascent Soul realm uses the thoughts in the sea of ​​consciousness to stimulate the evil spirit in this knife, you can use the ten-fold effect of this knife. But you can directly inject spiritual power into this knife, which can stimulate its power of 30%."

Nie Wushuang sighed, and suddenly his eyes shone again, and said in surprise: "Is the sea of ​​consciousness? Can this knife be used to the effect?"

Yun Qianruo nodded and said, "Don't worry, so many cultivators in this place have received strict orders from their respective sects, and will definitely protect you from harm."

Looking at the Nine-Ear Flame Sword in his right hand, Nie Wushuang exclaimed, thinking in his heart: "This is just using the mind of the sea of ​​consciousness, which is suitable for me. Then I want to see how powerful one of the ten major weapons of Yunmeng Sect is that Zhuge Yunmi mentioned. Today, the tiger city is in danger, and see how many people it can save." When he was talking to himself, he suddenly remembered that Ling Dufeng from Yunwu Sect also gave him a defensive treasure robe. He didn't care at that time. At this moment, he took out the Yunying Soul-Slaying Shirt, which was extremely powerful by Zhuge Yunmi, and held it in his hand. While thinking about how to wear it, silver light flashed, but the treasure robe disappeared without a trace. Nie Wushuang only felt a light all over and sighed in surprise: "Is it put on?"

At the end of the wide long street, thousands of demon cultivators fell down, some lying on the roof, some standing on the ground, some condensing in the air, long snakes, black panthers, brown bears, white tigers and other demon cultivators appeared. Among them, there were also many demon cultivators who looked like humans. They were dressed more brightly than humans, and men and women were wearing heavy makeup, and a stream of demonic aura rushed to the sky.

On the long street, the scene was extremely chaotic. The crowd seemed to have known that there were experts who could provide them with protection in front of the restaurants in the Dashan River. They flocked to them. Whether someone shouted not to crowd or there were golden armor guards coming forward to maintain order, the crowd of people who were running for life didn't care at all. For a while, shouts, scolding, and crying on the long street.

Nie Wushuang put the Jiuer Ear Flame Sword storage ring and stepped forward to try hard to persuade the fleeing crowd to calm down. In the crowd, a familiar voice suddenly sounded: "Little brother, little brother!"

Nie Wushuang looked in and saw the old man who sold him ice powder the moment before, carrying a wooden barrel and holding the little girl Qin Yu. Qin Yu was sitting on the old man's shoulder at this time, shouting loudly to him. Nie Wushuang threw the Jiuer Ear Flame Knife back into the storage ring, separated the crowd, stepped forward, carried the knife in one hand, and took the little girl in the other hand, and hugged it in his arms, and said to the old man: "Old man, go behind me."

The old man carried a wooden barrel and followed Nie Wushuang with panic and squeezed through several people, entered the Dashan Restaurant, and found a place that had just stood. He was sweating all over and said to Nie Wushuang: "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

Nie Wushuang put the little girl next to the old man, touched her hair and said, "Little sister, you guys are careful."

Qin Yu blinked his eyes, clenched his fists and said to Nie Wushuang: "Little brother, go and help me, I will protect my grandfather."

Nie Wushuang nodded and was about to squeeze into the restaurant door, but he heard Yun Qianruo squeezed to him for some time, and pointed at the street outside: "The demon clan is attacking."

At this time, Nie Wushuang was in the restaurant. In addition to seeing countless monks standing on the street near the restaurant, he could not see what was going on at the other end of the long street. Just as he wanted to squeeze out.

Suddenly, Xie Siyuan's voice came: "All mortals entered the shop, all monks came out, and went to Chang Street to meet the enemy." Nie Wushuang looked at Xie Siyuan on the restaurant outside the Chang Street and shouted loudly. He did not care about the scars on his body, and carried a long spear in his hand and rushed towards the other end of Chang Street.

At the same time, Nie Wushuang saw the group of masked men in black who were following him flashing by, some moving forward from the street and some flying up from the air. These people were really brave at this moment, and they rushed straight into the formation of the demon clan without hesitation.

When Nie Wushuang tried hard to squeeze out, he was stopped by seven or eight black-clothed masked monks. One of them said: "You'd better not move around, you can't participate in this battle."

Nie Wushuang glared at the masked monks in black, pondered for a moment, and no longer asked to go forward. He just looked at the crowds of people in the restaurant, thinking in his heart that since so many monks of Jiedan participated in the battle, he would try his best to protect these mortals.

Although the battle between the Jiedan monks is not as good as the Nascent Soul, its destructive power is as strong as that.

A bang sound.

A huge wave of air swept over and the roar was loud, and the restaurant was instantly destroyed. The mortals hiding in it were hit by flying stones and wooden pillars, and died on the spot. The smell of blood suddenly spread.

Nie Wushuang, Yun Qianruo, and the remaining seven or eight monks of Killing Dan were fully equipped with magic power. While resisting waves of spiritual power sweeping in, they shouted everyone to dodge quickly.

"Bang!" The flesh and blood flew everywhere.

"Bang!" Flesh and blood were flying again.

The spiritual energy flowed wildly in Nie Wushuang's spiritual vein. No matter how hard he tried, he still could not stop the spiritual power in the battle circle.

The fight in the battle circle is too intense, and hundreds of demon generals are not something that Nie Wushuang and others can stop it.

Seeing the mundane people around him being swept through spiritual power and turned into blood mist, Nie Wushuang's face became increasingly ugly. He took the opportunity to flash to a masked monk in black and shouted: "Hurry, go quickly, let them drag the battlefield away..."

Before Nie Wushuang finished speaking, a light and shadow flashed by, and a young man covered in blood was holding a woman and landing in the crowd.

When Nie Wushuang looked closely, the person came was the two brothers and sisters Lu Meng who he met at the Xiao Chen Dharma Tool Shop.

Lu Meng hugged Lu Ke in blood, stumbled and separated the crowd, and came to Nie Wushuang, and said in a deep voice: "Young Master... save my sister..."

Nie Wushuang frowned and was thinking, but saw Lu Meng kneeling on both knees: "Lu Meng died in battle for the human race. Although he would not regret his death, my sister is in great age. I would like to ask the young master to help..."

Nie Wushuang rushed forward and wanted to help Lu Meng up, but he didn't help him. He said, "Brother Lu, I can't protect myself now, it's really..."

Lu Meng looked up at Nie Wushuang with blood on his face and said, "The monks who have pills here all obey the orders of the young master. If the young master is willing to save Ake, Lu Meng is willing to be a human race and fight to the death without retreating!"

Nie Wushuang knew that the other party thought that these gangs of Jindan cultivators were all his own people, so he sighed. At this moment, it was meaningless for him to explain again, so he nodded and said, "As both human race, Nie Wushuang is just doing it with all his strength, get up quickly."

Lu Meng did not get up, but put Lu Ke, who was covered in blood in his arms on the ground and said, "If I die, I hope the young master will take care of my sister for me because of my love for the human race." After that, he suddenly stood up, jumped up from the crowd, turned into a red light, and threw himself to the battlefield.

Nie Wushuang looked at the afterimage of Lu Meng leaving, looked at Lu Ke again, and sighed: "The human monks all have this heart, why are they afraid of the demon clan!"

As Nie Wushuang was sighing, a black light suddenly passed by, and a masked monk in black-clothed and covered in blood fell into the mortal group. As he vomited blood, a yellow light shot towards him. He grabbed it with his backhand, and the spiritual energy rolled a mortal and pushed it into the air. After colliding with the yellow light, the body of the mortal suddenly turned into a blood mist, and the yellow light also dissipated invisible.

In this situation, countless alive mortals near the injured black-clothed man crawled out in a crazy way, fearing that he would use it as a flesh shield again.

Nie Wushuang watched this scene with his eyes open and his spiritual energy surged. He habitually pulled out the Demon-Subduing Sword from the storage ring and slashed the seriously injured monk, black-clothed Jie Dan, in the air.

The masked monk Jiedan was about to heal his wounds on the spot, but he felt a ray of energy coming. He was about to turn his hand back. When he saw that Nie Wushuang was rushing towards him in the air, he quickly rolled away and waved away. Then he waved his hands at Nie Wushuang, and opened his mouth and was about to speak. Before he could spit out his words, he spewed out a mouthful of blood.

Nie Wushuang knew that he was not a small gap with the monk Jiedan. He missed a single blow, and without saying a word, the long sword rose again.

Unexpectedly, two masked men in black fell behind him, one of whom restricted him to the spot with one hand. His body was restricted by the spiritual power of the two, and his hands were unable to hold it firmly. The Nine-Ear Flame Blade fell to the ground with a bang.

"You deserve to die!" Nie Wushuang's eyes widened, looked at the black-clothed Zedan monk who vomited blood just now, and shouted fiercely: "Damn it!"

The masked monk in black who was holding Nie Wushuang's left arm said, "The attack just now was a needle on the wasp tail in the demon clan. If it does not encounter blood, it will not dissipate. He was injured so seriously, and there is no way."

The monk Jiedan was dressed in a torn dress, his face was covered with black cloth, and his blood was mixed together. He only heard his throat gurgling, and his voice drifted out like hell: "In a hurry, I will do it casually, sorry."

Nie Wushuang shouted: "A life, sorry? Haha, hello, very good!"

The Jiedan monk said, "The battle in Jiedan realm is between life and death. If I survive, wouldn't I be able to save more mortals?"

Nie Wushuang smiled bitterly on his back: "I am worthy of being my human elite... It makes sense to say so fuckingly."

With Nie Wushuang's tragic laughter, he had been carried back by two men in black to Yun Qianruo, Qin Yu and others, and more and more mortals gathered around them.

Being carried back into the crowd, Nie Wushuang took the Demon-Subduing Sword back into the storage ring and stared at the man in black who used his mortal body to resist the yellow light attack. He felt cold in his heart: "What's the difference between such behavior and animals!"

On the long street, affected by the battle, there were flying gravels and broken wood everywhere, and from time to time, miserable sounds came. Nie Wushuang's blood was churning. If the monks died here, everyone would rely on their abilities to be free from life and death. However, so many mortals had no power to resist, but they had to be affected by the invasion of the demon clan, and some were even older, weaker, sick and disabled, which made Nie Wushuang's heart thump.

I saw countless ordinary people on the street, supporting each other, panic and often not paying attention. They either died by the aftermath of the battle circle, or were hit by the gravel and broken wood flying all over the sky, and blood was flying all over the sky. Nie Wushuang saw it, and his hatred for the demon clan was rippling in his heart. He tried his best to come forward to save people, but there were too many people who were affected. Whenever he saved this, he was killed by the aftermath of the spiritual power.

At this moment, the second floor of the Dashan Jianghu Restaurant had been blown away, and only some broken wooden pillars and stakes were left. Nie Wushuang glanced at Xiong Yihu, Qin Yu, grandson, and said to Yun Qianruo: "Miss Yun, please protect them. If this continues, not to mention whether you can resist the demon clan. I am afraid that all the mortals of our human race will die here."

Yun Qianruo didn't say much, nodded and dispersed his spiritual power around him to protect the hundreds of mortals hiding on Qin Yu.

Qin Yu's face was covered with some blood from somewhere. Seeing Nie Wushuang going to step away, she said with concern: "Little brother, be careful. Sister is here, Xiaoyu is not afraid, Xiaoyu also needs to protect grandpa."

Nie Wushuang felt warm, nodded, turned around and rushed forward.

Several monks in black-clothed Jedan immediately surrounded him.

Nie Wushuang shouted angrily: "It's time? It's useless to stare at me. I won't run away. If you don't fight the demon clan today, everyone will be waiting to die here."

Several black-clad Jealousy monks looked at each other, and one of them said, "Wu Shuang, we can understand your mood, but it is not the first time between the demon clan and the human clan. The demon clan has always been planning and purposeful. Today, so many people have come to the tiger city, but I am afraid that the demon clan has been in close contact with the demon clan recently, and I am afraid that there are still demon clan figures here. We protect you. As long as the heads of each sect arrive, only a few hundred demon generals are not a problem, but you are the heads of the sects to protect them, so you should go back."

Nie Wushuang said sternly: "How long has it been passed when those old Nascent Soul ghosts have been waiting for? Where are they? Are they here? Look at how many people died outside? Are they going to collect the corpses for everyone after they are all dead?"

Most of the people hiding here are mortals. Many people who heard Nie Wushuang speak so much, their feelings for Nie Wushuang have increased greatly.

Who doesn’t know about Yunmeng Continent, who would care about the lives of mortals?

As the fighting situation outside the long street became more intense, many retreating human monks began to retreat into the broken restaurant to heal their wounds. The restaurant became more and more crowded with the influx of these healing monks. And at this moment, fighting everywhere on the streets and in the sky, there were spiritual aftermaths everywhere. Countless mortals lost their lives if they were not careful.

Nie Wushuang has been suppressing his emotions in participating in the battle. After all, he knew that if hundreds of monks of Kalpa could not change the situation, he was afraid that he would not be different from going out and dying.

Just as there were more and more human monks in the restaurant, a light and shadow suddenly flew into the air. A few swishes, a man with a naked upper body fell from the air on several broken wooden pillars that had been cut open on the first floor of Dashan. He crawled, his eyes were fierce, his teeth were grinning, and his fangs were exposed, and his eyes were constantly sweeping through the crowd.

As the demon cultivator came, more than twenty rays of different colors drew from the air. More than twenty demon cultivators dressed in strangely, all of whom were condensed and above the restaurant, each with their teeth and claws and murderous aura erupted.

Originally, there were seven or eight monks of Jiedan at the Dashan Restaurant, so many people were hiding here. However, when these demon cultivators fell, the chaotic crowd suddenly became quiet. Except for the seven or eight monks of Jiedan cultivators in black clothes and masked beside Nie Wushuang, the other mortals and the injured monks all bowed to the ground. The demon cultivator crawled on the rotten wooden stakes hissed in his mouth. Although there was no weapon in his hand, he kept waving his arms. The arms of these demon cultivators were very different from those of the human race. When their arms were waving, their palms were spread out, revealing their long claws, and their murderous intent was buzzing.

Nie Wushuang's heart was straight at this moment. After he used to picking out the Demon-Subduing Sword from the storage ring, he suddenly remembered the Nine-Ear Flame Sword that Yun Qianruo mentioned, so he threw the Demon-Subduing Sword back into the storage ring, took out the Nine-Ear Flame Sword, and the long sword was horizontal. When he was about to go forward to fight the demon cultivator, he saw the seven or eight masked Dan-King monks who were originally protecting him flew up, danced their weapons in their hands, and shot towards the more than 20 demon cultivators.

At this time, everyone no longer cared about Nie Wushuang.

boom!

In the air, seven or eight masked monks and pills fought with the seven or eight demon cultivators. For a moment, the restaurant was in chaos again. Countless people took the opportunity to get up and fled to the Dashan Jianghu Restaurant.

Nie Wushuang and Yun Qianruo quickly exerted their spiritual power around them to protect everyone. At the same time, Nie Wushuang shouted: "Hurry up, go, go!"

When he shouted, he looked back and saw that Xiong Yihu and his men were originally curled up behind him, but they were also dispersed. He hurried forward and wanted to gather them together. Suddenly, in the battle circle in the air, a masked monk in black held a long sword with both hands and slashed the air. A sword light rushed towards the opponent with boundless murderous intent, but the demon cultivator suddenly disappeared out of thin air. The sword light slashed out by the masked monk in black disappeared for a moment and roared straight into the crowd that was running around.
Chapter completed!