At the foot of Xiqi City, the two sides set up their battle formations and started killing each other. It was a killing spree. The blood flowed into rivers, corpses were everywhere, and there was a gloomy cloud and a mist shrouded in mist.

Immortals against immortals, mortals against mortals, generals against generals, soldiers against soldiers, fighting each other in twos and threes, at this time both sides were red-eyed.

But it was said that Mo Lishou, the fourth of the four demon brothers, first attacked and killed Huang Tianhua, Huang Feihu's son, which aroused Yang Jian's revenge and Nezha's anger. Then he used words to stimulate Nezha, which really made Nezha three corpses.

God jumps.

Don't look at Nezha's small size. Because he is the incarnation of a lotus, his body is fixed and cannot grow anymore. The small body does not mean that Nezha is big. Mo Lishou's words succeeded in irritating Nezha and Nezha's hands.

There is no ambiguity underneath.

"Damn you scoundrel, how dare you talk nonsense, let's see if I don't skin you!" Nezha's face turned red, the tip of the fire-pointed spear pointed at Mo Lishou, and with a move of his right hand, the fire-pointed spear ran like a meteor.

Mo Li Shou. Mo Li Shou laughed, swung his whips, and rolled them towards the fire-tipped spear.

Mo Lishou's double whips are also a treasure. They were refined from the skin of a dragon that was about to transform into a dragon and found in the depths of the Yellow River after searching thousands of mountains and thousands of rivers. It can't be hurt by a knife.

Water cannot be poured in, it can be short or long, and its power cannot be underestimated.

Nezha's fire-tip spear was given by Master Taiyi, and it is also a great acquired spiritual treasure.

The two connected, and the double whips used softness to overcome the hardness, and successfully entangled the fire-pointed spear. The fire-pointed spear was wrapped around the body of the gun by the double whips. If it was difficult to get in, Nezha screamed in anger. Nezha puffed up his red little face, and his hands

He pulled it with his fingers, retracted the fire-pointed spear, and gave Mo Lishou a fierce look.

"Young boy with a yellow mouth, you are so capable but you still dare to speak rudely. Stay where you can and stay cool. Don't hinder the way forward for Master Tao." Mo Lishou showed a somewhat mocking smile and sneered at Nezha coldly. He didn't even finish speaking.

Looking at Nezha again, he turned around and rushed towards Yang Jian with his double whip.

Yang Jianzheng and Mo Liqing were having a great battle. The two of them were in the sky and on the ground, and the battle was in full swing. Where the two were, the Qi was fluctuating, sand and rocks were flying, and the ground was shaking.

The magic gift is a Qingyun Sword, and the dance is airtight, tightly guarding all the vital points without leaking. Yang Jian is known as the number one master among the three generations of disciples of the Chan Sect.

The best method for close combat, there are seventy-two changes, the three-pointed two-edged sword and the roaring dog help, and the magic ritual green can also do nothing to Yang Jian.

On the other side, Lei Zhenzi holds a golden stick and fights Mo Lihai, the third of the four demon brothers, for 300 rounds without being defeated. This Lei Zhenzi will become a great figure in the future, and he is the Great Emperor Gouchen who rules all the demons in the world.

, ranked under the Six Emperors, with high authority.

One will be the King of Heaven in the future, and the other will be the Emperor of Heaven in the future. The two of them are easy to kill. It is really a chess match that will meet a good talent. The killing is inseparable. Lei Zhenzi has two wings on his back, and there is a sound of wind and thunder when he flies up.

As soon as he flaps his wings, thunder and lightning will fly straight through the door of the magical sea. With a golden stick in his hand, he will dance like a tiger and generate wind, causing the clouds to ripple and the storm to be difficult to reach him.

The magic gift sea-borne spear stabs continuously, and gun flowers sprout from the spear. Each flower looks charming, but it is made of condensed fairy energy. If it sticks to it, the flesh will burst and the spirit will disappear. Carrying the pipa on the back, plucking the strings repeatedly, the formation will ripple out.

The soul-stirring sound of the formation is accompanied by the surging wind and fire. The sound is like a sharp sword piercing the body, and the wind and fire are like cold swords piercing the body.

"As expected, he is a disciple of Saint Yuanshi Tianzun. He has been trained well. Even a few rising stars can compete with the four brothers of the Demon Family whom I taught. It is really rare! I don't know how many rising stars like this are in the teaching.

Master. If all three generations of disciples are as good as this, I will be in danger!" Master Wen Zhong narrowed his eyes slightly and calmly sat on Mo Qilin's back to watch the battle, while he was constantly analyzing the battlefield in his mind.

form.

Of course Wen Zhong didn't know that the "rising stars" of Chanjiao he saw in front of him were all trained by Chanjiao at a great expense. Except for the unlucky Huang Tianhua, the other three were not ordinary mortals, so what?

It is comparable to the ordinary three generations of disciples of Chanjiao.

Just when Master Wen Zhong was thinking about it, the situation on the battlefield suddenly changed. Yang Jian used the seventy-two changes to create a fake body to lure Mo Liqing into being fooled. Then the Roaring Sky Dog suddenly attacked and bit him.

Moli Qing's hind legs. Moli Qing was unable to defend himself and was waiting for a counterattack. A bright light suddenly shot from behind and passed through his head.

Mo Liqing never imagined that Yang Jian's three closed eyes on his forehead and heart could be such a powerful weapon. Unprepared, he was killed by the strong light from Yang Jian's three eyes. The whole red eye was

His head exploded, and his headless body fell from mid-air to the ground.

"Brother!" Mo Liqing frowned and died, causing the other three brothers to have a big accident. When they found out, they could not rescue them. The three of them let out a mournful roar, their faces were arrogant, and they were howling like crazy.

On the battlefield, the most important thing is to avoid distractions. Mo Liqing's death by frowning distracted the other three brothers of the Mo family, but gave the disciples of Chanjiao an opportunity to take advantage of. Nezha took advantage of Mo Lishou's mournful roar and had no time to take care of his own defense.

, he took a Qiankun Circle and smashed Mo Lishou to death. After Yang Jian killed Mo Liqing, he made another clone

Then, he quietly sneaked into Moli Hong, and used a three-pointed two-edged sword to take Moli Hong away. On the other side, Lei Zhenzi's wings fluttered, and countless thunder and lightning flew wildly, hitting Moli Hai's forehead. Lei Zhenzi took advantage of Moli Hai's forehead.

Hai was paralyzed and unable to move, so he smashed Moli Hai to death with a golden rod.

The death of Mo Liqing triggered a chain reaction, so that the four brothers of the Mo family fell one after another. In the blink of an eye, the rabbits rose and the birds fell, and the time of their demise far exceeded Wen Zhong's expectation.

The four brothers of the Demon Family died. Yang Jian Nezha and Lei Zhenzi had no opponents, so they got out and pounced on the other Jiejiao monks one after another.

At this time, the Jiejiao disciples present, except for the four brothers from the Mo family, were not very powerful people, but ordinary third- and fourth-generation disciples. How could they withstand the fierce attack of Yang Jian and others, and they all died one after another.

Under the butterfly effect, the battle between the two armies became one-sided. The morale of the Jiejiao dropped sharply, while the morale of the Chanjiao soared. The Jiejiao suffered heavy casualties for a while, and the merchant army lost the morale to continue fighting.

"Alas... The defeat is like a mountain, and the victory or defeat is still on a thin line. This battle has been won or lost. Continuing to fight will only increase casualties. Order the withdrawal of troops!"

Wen Zhong, the old master who had been in battle for a long time, knew that it was not appropriate to fight again at this time, so he ordered the deputy general to withdraw his troops with gold.

When the merchant army heard the sound of drums, Sa Yatou retreated. Xiqi military advisor took advantage of the victory and pursued them for more than ten miles, leaving corpses of the merchant army everywhere. Only then they withdrew into Xiqi City with high morale and satisfaction.
Chapter completed!