Demon's Diary

Chapter 1249 A group of demons dancing wildly 1181 One against three
The patriarch of the Jingjue clan didn't pay attention to the noisy casual cultivators around him, he just stared at Zhang Xiuniang, and said with a slight sarcasm in his mouth:
"Why, could it be that the three noble sons of the Yunchuan Alliance have no courage to fight?"

Zhang Xiuniang snorted coldly, squeezed the sword formula in her hand, and the long sword behind her made a clang and clear sound. Before the long sword was out of its sheath, layers of cold sword intent had spread to the surroundings.

The casual cultivators near the high platform felt a chill in their bodies, and a threatening chill pierced through their hearts. Those with lower cultivation bases couldn't help but take a step back.

The face of the patriarch of the Jingjue clan also changed slightly, but after a flash of hesitation in his eyes, he quickly returned to calm.

"Since the patriarch wants to decide by fighting methods, of course the little girl will accompany you to the end. However, the other two spiritual masters of our Yunchuan Alliance have important matters at the moment, so it is not convenient to make a move. You Jingjue clan choose the strongest one, and The little girl can fight one-on-one." Zhang Xiuniang said in a deep voice.

"Hey, something happened to your people. I can't blame me for it. Our Jingjue clan will do what we say, and we won't change the three-on-three that we said. If your human race can't name three people, then Zhang Daoyou will make it difficult." Let's fight with one against three." The patriarch of the Jingjue clan rolled his blue eyes, as if he had guessed something, and after a smirk, he said very arrogantly.

As soon as he finished speaking, among the crowd behind him, three figures in black robes flew out without saying a word, and went straight to Zhang Xiuniang on the high platform.

"you……"

Zhang Xiuniang's pretty face changed, and she didn't care to question the patriarch of the Jingjue clan. With a flick of her sleeve, there was a loud howling sound, and a hurricane swept out. The youth and other monks at the spiritual stage had no power to resist, and they were all blown away by the hurricane. The roll flew upside down and out of the high platform.

It was too late to say it, and then it was too late, a green gleam of water was already shining on the body of the black-robed man flying in the front, and when he grabbed it with one hand, it condensed into a big blue hand several feet in size, with five fingers and one point. Caught it.

The sound of breaking the air is loud!
Before the big hand could really fall, a coercive pressure came, and the entire platform shook violently, almost collapsing.

Zhang Xiuniang's face was solemn, the person who made the shot should be a peak cultivation level in the late stage of liquid condensation, and the other two are also mid-stage monks in liquid condensation.

With his status as a swordsman, there is no problem with one-on-two, but if it is one-on-three, it is a bit difficult for others.

She shouted coquettishly, and with a wave of her hand, the long white sword on her back appeared in her hand.

With a sword in hand, Zhang Xiuniang immediately exuded an extremely sharp aura, and with the sword art in the other hand, the white long sword in her hand exuded a series of extremely sharp white sword aura, and then the whole body was filled with white light, and the feet fluctuated together. A huge white sword appeared in her hand out of thin air.

The whole set of movements was extremely skillful, as if flowing clouds and flowing water, Liu Ming in the audience couldn't help but feel his heart move when he saw it, and another cold and silvery figure appeared in his mind at the same time.

Following Zhang Xiuniang's coquettish scolding, with a wave of her jade hand, the white giant sword blurred and slashed towards the palm of the big blue hand that was approaching.

There was a soft pop!
The big cyan hand seemed powerless to resist, it was cut in half from the middle, and disappeared suddenly.

However, the white giant sword also trembled slightly, Zhang Xiuniang's delicate body swayed, and flew into the air, looking at the black-robed man with the big hands shining like lightning, and shouted sharply:
"You are not from the Jingjue clan, you are monks from the Sea clan!"

The man in black sneered, but did not reply, a green light flashed in his hand, and a palm-sized green breast appeared.

As a dharma entered, a green light radiated from the body, and a green anaconda with the size of seven or eight zhang flied out of it, rushing towards Zhang Xiuniang.

The other two men in black robes had already taken the opportunity to go around behind Zhang Xiuniang. One of them had sacrificed a pair of silver short spears at some point, and the other had taken out a rare dark green sledgehammer.

The two surrounded Zhang Xiuniang from two directions.

The Hai Clan who made the short spear muttered something, waved his hand, and the two short spears shot out, turned into two silver horses, and slashed at Zhang Xiuniang.

There was a thunderclap on the sledgehammer in another Sea Clan's hand, and green arcs appeared on it.

The Hai Clan with the hammer yelled, and swung the giant hammer violently. Countless green arcs shot out of it. After a moment of concentration, they turned into a ball of green thunder, tearing through the air and bombarding Zhang Xiuniang.

The attacks of the three sea tribes came to Zhang Xiuniang almost at the same time, sandwiching her with horns, it was not inevitable at all.

Zhang Xiuniang took a deep breath, waved out several sword formulas, the white long sword flew to the top of her head, and circled quickly.

Streams of white sword energy poured down like a waterfall, enveloping her body, spinning around, forming a curtain of white sword energy.

Rumble!
The attacks of the three Sea Clans bombarded the white sword qi light curtain. The white sword qi was shaken. Several layers of sword qi were pierced through, and the white sword qi curtain was about to collapse.

Zhang Xiuniang's body shook, and her complexion turned pale, but she took a deep breath, opened her mouth and spewed out a few mouthfuls of pure mana, flexing and stretching her long and white fingers, forming a rather mysterious handprint.

A layer of dazzling light suddenly appeared on the white long sword, and a thick and dazzling white sword energy emerged, and quickly spun and cut around her body.

The sound of tearing gold and silk is loud!

Several green pythons, as well as the ball of green thunderballs were crushed instantly, and the silver spears transformed from a pair of short spears were also shattered by the sword energy, and the light on the surface was dim.

Seeing Zhang Xiuniang's momentum, the faces of the three Sea Clans suddenly changed. Among them, the two late-stage Sea Clans glanced at the leader of the Sea Clan holding a pistol, with a hint of hesitation and displeasure on their faces. Dare to step forward.

At this moment, Zhang Xiuniang's complexion turned pale, and she opened her mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Kill her!"

The head of the Sea Clan was overjoyed, and with a strange roar, the three of them rushed forward again, aiming at their respective spirit weapons and shooting spells one after another, while muttering words in their mouths.

"You... despicable! Three against one, what kind of skill!"

The low-ranking monks of the Yunchuan Alliance who were pushed off the high platform by Zhang Xiuniang managed to stabilize their bodies. Seeing Zhang Xiuniang being besieged by three people in mid-air, one of the monks from the Blood River Palace shouted angrily at the Jingjue tribe.

The patriarch of the Jingjue clan cast a contemptuous glance at the low-ranking monks of the Yunchuan Alliance, and had no intention of responding at all.

"Stop talking!" The youth of Tianyue Sect stopped the roaring monks of Blood River Palace.

"These elites have already joined the Sea Clan, and they have no intention of fighting us fairly. In a battle of this level, we can't intervene at all. Go and call the blood-disabled uncle to come." The silver-robed youth whispered.

The expression of the cultivator of the Blood River Palace changed, and a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes, but then he quickly ran towards the attic behind.

The patriarch of the Jingjue clan saw the actions of the silver-robed youth, but he didn't care at all.

He has an exact source of information. This time, Yunchuan Continent has sent a total of three spiritual masters. One has been taken away by the Hai Clan, and the other is practicing in seclusion. Only Zhang Xiuniang is here alone.

Although he is a sword cultivator at the peak of the late stage of liquid condensation, it is a bit tricky, but he is also injured now.

As for the other disciples of the Yunchuan Alliance in the spirit disciple period, there is nothing to worry about.

The casual cultivators around them are not worth mentioning. Although there are one or two spiritual masters in the liquid condensation period, it is expected that they will not dare to openly compete with the powerful sea clan.

As long as Zhang Xiuniang is captured and killed, and the human race's influence on Shuang'ao Island is destroyed, I believe that the high-level people of the Hai clan, even that adult, will be very satisfied with the Jingjue clan.

Maybe, when that lord is happy, he will place the entire Shuang'ao Island under his jurisdiction, and when the time comes...

The patriarch of the Jingjue clan was thinking a little excitedly, and couldn't help but look at the four figures making fierce collisions in midair, but frowned.

In mid-air, under the siege of three sea clansmen, although Zhang Xiuniang was in dire straits, she showed determination, apparently still able to persevere.

Seeing that Zhang Xiuniang could not be taken down for a long time, the leader of the peak sea clan in the later stage of condensate showed a look of anxiety on his face. He threw the green gun in his hand into the air, muttered something, and pointed with one hand dignifiedly.

A beam of blood spewed out from his finger, and disappeared into the body in a flash.

A burst of bright green light appeared above the body, and in a flash, it turned into a huge green python ten feet in length.

This giant python is different from the mana magic transformation just now, it looks like a real body, the green light in the snake's pupils flickers, the body is coiled for a while, and a layer of green flames emerges on the surface.

The monk of the Sea Clan gasped, obviously using this method would consume a lot of his mana, and waved out a formula.

The green python's body blurred, and the next moment it suddenly jumped in front of Zhang Xiuniang, opened its mouth wide, and suddenly spewed out a piece of green flame. At the same time, the snake's tail swung like a huge steel whip, and it was drawn towards Zhang Xiuniang.

At this moment, Zhang Xiuniang was exercising the skill of controlling the sword, and was fighting fiercely with two other sea clansmen. Seeing this scene, a light flashed in her eyes.

A white sword shadow several feet in size emerged from her body, and exploded in the next moment, turning into countless white sword qi and shooting away in all directions.

And the figure of Zhang Xiuniang disappeared without a trace in the sword energy.

The green giant python was hit by more than ten sword qi, and the snake's body was hit with deep scars, but strangely, no drop of blood flowed out, and it screamed in pain.

A look of astonishment appeared on the face of the leader of the Sea Clan.

Among the crowd below, Liu Ming raised his eyebrows, and there was a look of surprise in his eyes.

The next moment, a white light flashed beside the Hai Clan who was driving the short spear, and Zhang Xiuniang's figure suddenly appeared, and the flying sword in her hand won the white light, turning into a huge white sword light ten feet long, and slashed down suddenly.

"Be careful!" The leader of the Sea Clan shouted in astonishment.

The Sea Clan with Double Short Spears suddenly turned around, their complexion changed drastically, and with a loud shout, they crossed the silver double spears in front of their chests.

A dazzling silver light lit up on the short spear, which swelled several times against the wind in an attempt to resist the sword light that was cut down.

A huge white sword light crashed down, and the Sea Clan and the silver short spear were instantly submerged by the white sword light.

With a crackling sound, the short silver spear was cut off in the middle, and a shrill scream came out.

After the white sword light passed, the body of the Sea Clan was split in half from the middle, and blood rained down from the sky.

(End of this chapter)