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Chapter 941 Yang Jian

Nezha moved his ears and whispered with admiration: "Marty Yuan is so amazing! Even the invincible demon king in the six realms is afraid of her..." Aunt Liu San explained patiently to Nezha: "The Third Prince, this is not fear, but respect - Since Your Majesty Lei has given Lord Yuan such power, he will naturally not destroy her. G. Think about it, even if Your Majesty Lei doesn't give Lord Yuan a face once or twice, she can't afford such a great prestige."

Nezha was stunned for a moment of thought, and then slowly sighed after thinking it through, "No wonder you are so united here. It turns out that the Great Demon King is truly invincible and governed by inaction! The little god really admires you more and more." Lei Lingxiao snorted and interrupted, "What does it mean to govern by inaction? Is it that I have less worries about it?"

Yuanying looked at Lin Miao on the stage, and said with a stern look: "No matter how hard you talk too much, I will blow you out!" Nezha saw that Lei Lingxiao had indeed lowered his eyelids and stopped talking, and he couldn't help but cover his mouth and laugh. After Nezha had laughed enough, he suddenly realized that this was exactly what Lei Lingxiao was terrifying - "The great demon king is obviously so powerful, but he pretends to be crazy and has no airs at all. She understands it better than anyone else! Anyone who has contacted the great demon king, without exception, is loyal and swears to follow her to the death - this is the confidence of the demon clan."

While looking at the two princes and princes, Nezha silently said with admiration: "With such a king and minister, why worry about the big things going on? On the other hand, the heavenly court is harmonious on the surface, but in private he wishes he could stab the other party! He is a strong man on the outside but the middle, and he is just a group of mobs... Alas, I really want to stay here forever, even if I am a little monster."

The lights on the stage gradually dimmed. Mu Wushuang stood up and moved his muscles and turned to Yang Jian and asked, "Okay, I wonder if Erlang Zhenjun, have you been enjoying it?" Yang Jian grabbed the three-pointed two-edged sword and stabbed it beside him, shook his head with unsatisfactory face: "Of course not, alas! I hope there will be a chance next time - but Luobinghou, is there no talent in your demon world? He actually found an actor to be the marquis?"

Yang Jian's expression became extremely disdainful. Mu Wushuang naturally knew that Yang Jian was provoking him, so he pointed at Yang Jian with the tail of the leopard wet, and mocked him: "Stop talking nonsense, aren't you the same? Erlang Zhenjun, how long has it been since you started a war? Why do I think you are a little amateur? Are you okay?" Yang Jian immediately turned a deep face and shouted: "Haven Mr. Luo Bing has been using swords all the time? Do you know how to use a long halberd! Xiaotian Dog, ya!"

After hearing the order, Xiaotian Dog immediately rushed towards Mu Wushuang like a strong wind. Yang Jian also raised his weapons and rushed towards Mu Wushuang. Mu Wushuang narrowed his eyes and waited for Xiaotian Dog to pounce on him, then he turned his body slowly. The right-armed ape stretched out on the waist of Xiaotian Dog and grabbed it hard. Xiaotian Dog was pinched by Mu Wushuang and rolled to the side with a wail.

Mu Wushuang snorted and curled his lips: "Even the Tiangou is a copper-headed, iron-bone, tofu waist, which is no different from the Shiba Dog (local dog) I raised!" Yang Jian saw that Mu Wushuang had injured the Xiaotian Dog, and immediately swung the three-pointed two-edged sword and shouted: "Well! Demon, look at my strength to cut Huashan!" Mu Wushuang raised his leopard tail and gritted his teeth to block the three-pointed sword that Yang Jian was slashing towards him.

Yang Jian once carried the mountain to block the sun and cut the mountain to save his mother. His divine power was very powerful. This knife was really powerful to cut the mountain and break the mountain. However, Shen Yehui on Mu Wushuang's body was also strong when he encountered strong. Although he could not withstand the powerful and perverted power as Li Mo, he also resisted Yang Jian's killing move. Mu Wushuang gritted his teeth and smiled, bent over and avoided Yang Jian's blade, twisted his body quickly, and swung the leopard tail towards Yang Jian's left waist with his right hand.

Yang Jian had just blocked Mu Wushuang's evil to drive the tiger, and from the corner of his eyes he saw Mu Wushuang's left palm had already slashed at his chest. Just when Mu Wushuang was determined to win, Xiaotian Dog suddenly opened its mouth and bit Mu Wushuang's arm. Mu Wushuang could only retract his left hand to avoid Xiaotian Dog. Mu Wushuang's grab just now obviously angered Xiaotian Dog. Xiaotian Dog failed to bite and immediately turned around and rushed towards Mu Wushuang's right leg. Almost at the same time, Yang Jian also stabbed Mu Wushuang's heart with a knife.

Although Mu Wushuang was attacked on both sides, he was not panicked. He flew up his left foot and kicked it hard on the belly of Xiaotian Dog. At the same time, he used his right foot to rush over Yang Jian's three-pointed knife. Yang Jian was a little stunned and watched Mu Wushuang avoid the attack of himself and Xiaotian Dog in the air. However, Mu Wushuang did not dodge passively. The leopard tail in his hand had already taken advantage of the momentum to cut Yang Jian's left shoulder armor, and golden chips flew everywhere.

After Mu Wushuang hit Yang Jian, he grabbed Yang Jian's gun handle again. Yang Jian hurriedly withdrew the three-sharp knife. Mu Wushuang lowered her lower body and avoided the three-sharp knife's blade. He immediately slid his legs back, stretching more than two feet away from Yang Jian. Yang Jian glanced at the broken shoulder armor and couldn't help but take a deep breath and stared at Mu Wushuang.

Mu Wushuang leaned the tail on his back and smiled slightly: "Although I am not good at heavy weapons, I have been fighting with people at least - Yang Erlang, you are still far from it!" Yang Jian roared in anger: "Do I fight less than you?" As he said that, Yang Jian raised his spear and poked Mu Wushuang headlessly. Mu Wushuang saw the squatted beside him and stopped coming up again, and he stabbed him without showing any weakness.

When the two weapons collided, their arms were shaken heavily. However, Mu Wushuang suddenly let out his right hand and pulled out the Juluo sword from his waist with the backhand. With the Juluo sword out of the sheath, he split Yang Jian's armor from bottom to top. Yang Jian shouted, threw away the weapon and retreated quickly. Mu Wushuang immediately flew up and kicked him to the ground (it was said to be "ground", but in fact they were both floating in the air).

Then Mu Wushuang pointed at Yang Jian's neck with a julu sword and said, "Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun, I'll tell you how long has it been since you fought? You don't even have a sword? Do you really think I'm so easy to deal with?" Yang Jian stared at Mu Wushuang with hatred and ashamed, and clattered his teeth. He wanted to use the seventy-two transformations to escape, but Mu Wushuang had already put the tip of the sword on his chin, and Yang Jian had no chance to chant a spell.

Mu Wushuang was about to escort Yang Jian back to the city, but suddenly heard the sacred guards shouting above his head: "I'm bringing the sword!" When the sound of a sharp blade breaking through the air came from Mu Wushuang's head, Mu Wushuang had already raised the Juluo sword to block the teeth in the guards' hands. The guards forced Mu Wushuang to open the sword with a knife, and immediately sacrificed the Wutian Mo Ji and threw the big sword back to the scabbard.
Chapter completed!
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