The setting sun shines in the woodland.

A group of demon soldiers are on full alert. This group of demon soldiers are all "little demons". There are rats holding spears and badgers holding machetes. The demon monks can only transform into human forms after the second level. Moreover, if they want to transform into a more "satisfactory" appearance, they need a higher level and cultivation. Only dozens of demon soldiers are human forms, and the rest are basically the same as they are, and the combat power can be imagined.

"Someone is here!"

A demon soldier shouted, and then hundreds of people surrounded him and rushed towards the direction of the influx of the Iron Bud Camp ahead. In a blink of an eye, the two sides fought together.

...

The snow in the forest was mottled, and Lin Zhao had already led his people to climb the hills and came to the waist of the gourd. From a distance, outside the battlefield where the two sides were fighting, there seemed to be another demon clan in the northwest direction. When Lin Zhao mentioned the true energy of the fifth-level martial man, he used the martial man's sense of consciousness to explore it, it was obvious that there were about a hundred reinforcements from the demon clan, more than half of which were human-shaped!

"Not good..."

Lin Zhao frowned: "Our main force will be surrounded by front and back."

"It's too late."

A veteran said, "We are just going to die now."

“It’s different.”

Lin Zhao turned around and said, "Let's stop this reinforcement force, come and notify the main force to retreat quickly. If we don't intercept and kill, we will all be reimbursed here!"

"yes!"

A young warrior put down his shield at Lin Zhao's order and galloped away with his long sword to report the message.

Lin Zhao carried a long sword and rushed down, leading everyone to intercept the opponent's reinforcements.

"There are actually people here too!"

A demon clan laughed and said it was a civet. He opened his bloody mouth and bit Lin Zhao's arm.

"court death!"

Without saying a word, Lin Zhao condensed into an invisible blade around the blade. With a sword, the demon clan immediately fell into a different place. In the next second, the arrows broke through the wind and the wind continued to break. Lin Zhao saw it clearly, rubbed his body and handed it out, and the fist was blazing, and in an instant, he smashed his body and handed it out. The fist wind was blazing, and he instantly smashed more than a dozen arrows.

"Kill this one who took the lead!"

A demon clan shouted wildly.

Lin Zhao didn't say anything and flew over quickly. The next moment, his body had already reached the second level demon clan. His fist swept over and smashed the other party's head. However, before he turned around, a sharp machete slashed at the back of his head. It was a fatal blow from a cultivator of the third level demon clan. Once it hit, the back of his head would probably be cut off.

"Peng!"

A wisp of white energy burst out, and Lin Zhao's whole body was covered with white airflow. He had already activated the horse wind strait style fist. His body suddenly sank. The moment he avoided the opponent's knife, Lin Zhao turned his body and punched heavily on the chin of the third realm demon clan, and his chin was dislocated. Then he pierced the opponent's heart with a sword and killed it directly!

"This kid is so cruel!"

Some demons roared.

Lin Zhao raised his hand and threw his iron sword, stabbed into the throat of a demon clan holding a crossbow arrow. The boy quickly stepped forward and kicked over a demon clan with heavy kick. Then he swung his fist to block the hidden arrows shot by several other demon clans. He snatched into the big tree behind him, turned around and said to his subordinates: "Shield defense, slowly retreat, we can just stop their actions, there is no need to fight them!"

"Yes, sir!"

A group of people retreated with their shields, occasionally someone was shot and injured his hands and feet, and some companions helped cover the shield.

...

At this time, on the main battlefield.

A centurion from the fifth realm of Tiebu Camp slashed among the demon clan with his sword. The group of demon clans was very weak, and the strongest one was only one third realm, which could be controlled at will. The group of people in the Tiebu Camp also killed very happily. However, just when everyone thought they were determined to win, several demon clans hidden in the crowd suddenly began to change their bodies and turned into human clans, and then they burst out with majestic aura.

"Chew!"

A ray of sword light burst out, a sixth-level sword cultivator of the demon clan, slashing hard on a centurion's shield.

With the loud noise, the fifth-level martial man could not fight against the sixth-level sword cultivator of the demon clan. The next second, a blue flying sword flashed and flew away on the battlefield, while the fifth-level centurion fell to the ground with a "thump", and a blood hole was pierced in his throat, and he was killed instantly!

"Not good!"

Someone shouted: "There are five realms hidden in the demon army!"

"I just know now, it's too late!"

The sword light of the sixth-level sword cultivator swept across, and the rolling sword energy exploded. Suddenly, many soldiers from the Iron Bu Battalion were directly flooded by the sword energy and turned into blood mists and died on the spot. Another centurion of the Iron Bu Battalion gritted his teeth and roared: "This is a trap. Everyone slowly retreated, retreated from the battlefield, and retreated into the territory of the Pioneer Camp!"

Before he finished speaking, a figure fell from the sky. A woman monk from the demon clan suddenly grabbed the centurion's head like an iron hook. Then he pulled his strength and a head was taken away. The woman monk from the demon clan held his head in the air and drank the blood flowing out of his head.

It is a seventh-level demon clan!

"Retreat! Quick!"

Two centurions who were commanding the battle died in the Iron Bu Battalion, and only four low-level lieutenants were left. However, their situation was not good, and they became the target of a seventh-level cultivator and a sixth-level sword cultivator. The demon clan was bloodthirsty and especially loved the method of "beheading". This method really made the tribe army suffer, and the generals were exchanged very quickly, one after another, so that the saying "Don't be an official unless your neck is hard."

...

At the waist of the gourd, Lin Zhao delayed the opponent's incense stick for a long time. Seeing that the two hundred people in the Iron Bud Camp in the distance were severely injured, he immediately ordered his subordinates to retreat. Then he punched the body of a first-level demon clan and ignited a divine speed talisman written on the green talisman paper. His whole body suddenly became lighter, galloping in the mountains and forests with help from gods.

"Buzz!"

He punched hard and went straight to the back of the sixth-level sword cultivator of the demon clan, and it was a attack of the Divine Speed ​​Talisman Array, which was extremely fast!

"scare!?"

The sixth-level sword cultivator suddenly turned around, splitting the air with one sword, but slashed in the air. When he looked again, he had already ate a heavy punch on his cheek. The sword cultivator didn't expect that the human army's long fist would be so fast and so hard. His body instantly fell out. This punch pierced the sword energy, causing great trauma.

"Damn it!"

The sixth-level sword cultivator felt the great humiliation of his life and was punched by a Shi Chang. Who can bear this?

"You're looking for death!"

He ignored it and swung his sword, killing with the surrounding demon soldiers. Suddenly, the sword energy flew, blood splashed, and dozens of demon soldiers were killed by the same clan. But in the next second, a figure fell into the air and punched the Sixth-level Sword Cultivator, breaking his head. However, the vitality of the demon clan was not as strong as it was. Seeing that the Sixth-level Sword Cultivator could not beat, he hurriedly swung a wisp of sword energy and wrapped his body back. He knew very well that if he beat it again, he might die!

...

Lin Zhao killed a sixth-level demon sword cultivator with three punches and fled in panic. He didn't even expect that... Is the speed of the magical talisman formation so powerful? His speed is completely above the opponent. The farmer's three punches of the fifth-level martial artist was enough, and he did make the sixth-level sword cultivator a little doubtful about his life!

After turning around and punching the body of a third-level demon cultivator, Lin Zhao looked at the demon woman who had killed the centurion of the Iron Bu Camp and the seventh-level monk.

“Yo?”

The demon woman smiled slightly, and she was trembling in the wind, saying, "I still want to kill me?"

"Try it?!"

Lin Zhao's body sank and ignited the second speed talisman. The next second, his feet pedaled with their strength to the Qingyan under his feet. His body instantly rose up, and he punched the onion onion on the woman's abdomen with heavy punches.

"I don't know the sky is high and the earth is thick!"

The woman roared and raised her hands together, changing sharp claws that blasted towards Lin Zhao's sky-storming fist force.

"boom--"

With the loud noise, Lin Zhao fell back quickly, and there were dense claw marks on one arm, while the seventh-level demon clan paused in the air, and the blood and energy in his body surged, and the operation of the spiritual energy had been slightly affected. This was something she never expected. Can a mere human fifth-level martial artist, his fist, be so hard?

"You're looking for death!"

The more she thought about it, the more angry she became, and she was full of resentment. This kid was handsome and had the opportunity to be her subordinate, but now he was no longer qualified and had to eat his flesh and blood and turn it into his own vitality!

"kill!"

The witch of the seventh realm descended into the sky, and Hongxiu spread out over the sky. In the light curtain of Hongxiu, countless sharp claws fell like sharp arrows, making a move to subdue Lin Zhao with one blow!

"Do not all!"

Lin Zhao split a punch and pushed several Iron Step Camp soldiers who tried to get close and reinforce him away. Then he looked up and looked into the air. The effect of the speed talisman was still there, so he punched his hands together, and it was still in the style of the turret horse wind. But this time there was no structure. In an instant, hundreds of fist prints soared into the sky. This was a life-and-death battle, and there was no need to consider retaining his strength.

In the wind, the fist force and the demonic energy kept colliding and stirring. The witch of the seventh realm was a little proud. She saw that Lin Zhao had more and more scars on her body, and she obviously had the advantage!

"After killing you, you will be drunk~~~"

The witch smiled slightly, and the longer the sleeves grew bigger and bigger. The sleeves were obviously a magic weapon, and the red sleeves were covered with murderous intent, covering them straightly, making a gesture to completely cage Lin Zhaohui into his sleeve.

"Um?!"

Lin Zhao leaned back violently, and with the assistance of the speed talisman, he stepped back dozens of steps like lightning, avoiding the other party's Hongxiu's capture. The next second, he stepped on the ground, punched the sky, and headed straight for the witch's pointed chin.

"Please fall into the trap!"

After the seventh-level demon girl said sweetly, she swept her long sleeves and wrapped Lin Zhao and herself in, but her chin was punched and she was so beaten that she spit out a poisonous snake. The next second, her palm turned into sharp claws and headed straight to Lin Zhao's chest!

Lin Zhao attacked with his right fist, and his left fist was accumulating momentum, directly blocking the witch's sharp claws with one punch.

At the same time, a silver light rose from Yunjian Lake!

"laugh!"

In the flash of lightning, a silver flying sword penetrated the witch's throat.

...

This time, she didn't expect that this kid was a sword cultivator in addition to being a fifth-level martial artist!

"It's over, I'm dead..."
Chapter completed!