Damn, this is my first time fighting with a demon cultivator, and I’m really nervous.

Yang Zhen carried the Daque sword and walked around Shuya, thinking about the angle to attack.

"My fellow Kowloon native, is there anything I should be careful of when fighting with demon cultivators?"

After walking around for a while, Yang Zhen turned around and asked Jiulong.

Hearing this, Jiulong showed a bitter smile on his face. There were still a few things that needed attention, so he took this opportunity to talk to Yang Zhen.

Who knew that before Jiulong opened his mouth to speak, he heard Yang Zhen mumbling, as if he was talking to himself.

"Hey, should I just rush in and chop with my arms wide open, or should I shout out the name of a martial art to boost my momentum? This is my first time fighting a demon cultivator, and I don't know if I'm doing it right or if my moves are cool. I should have bought an instruction manual earlier."

Yang Zhen's voice was not loud, but everyone present was of different cultivation levels, so almost everyone heard it, without missing a single word.

The corners of everyone's mouth began to twitch, and Hua Youyue and Han Yan'er even burst out laughing.

"He is the only one who talks too much!" Han Yan'er pursed her lips and glared at Yang Zhen, but the smile in her eyes betrayed her.

Obviously, after Yang Zhen said this, the worries in the two people's hearts were reduced a little.

This bastard Yang Zhen still has the mind to make jokes. He must be sure that he will not die at the hands of Shu Ya.

The mean cat's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he said to Yang Zhen, "Boy, there is one thing you need to pay attention to."

Yang Zhen was stunned, turned around and looked at the mean cat and asked, "Where?"

The mean cat groaned for a moment, then said seriously, "Don't always break my ass and poke my flowers. He is a demon king after all, give him some face."

"roll!"

Yang Zhen glared and said, "Get as far away from me as possible!"

Roar! This roar was not from the mean cat, but from Shu Ya. His eyes turned blood red, and the black air waves on his body were also tinged with blood.

It was obvious that Shu Yai had been irritated by those two bastards, Yang Zhen and Jian Mao.

"You bastard, if I don't kill you today, I will not be a human being. Even if there are nine dragons beside you, or even if there are hundreds of human monks besieging you, I will kill you today."

Boom! Amid the terrifying air waves, countless black air turned into sword beams and rushed towards Yang Zhen.

The terrifying aura that tore through space made everyone gasp and quickly run away.

However, even though they fled, everyone knew the dangers of demonic energy. Just like Shu Ya could not let Yang Zhen go today, the many Taoist practitioners present would not allow the Demon Lord Shu Ya to leave.

If Shu Ya escapes today, the consequences will be disastrous.

When many monks dispersed, they surrounded Shu Ya and blocked all his escape routes.

Yang Zhen didn't notice this. When he saw Shuya rushing up, he burst into laughter. The big sword in his hand burst out with a horrible wave of air. He pointed the sword at Shuya and said, "Didn't your mother tell you not to set flags casually when you go out?"

Boom! As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Zhen also jumped up, and as the air waves on his body rolled, waves of terrifying black gold aura rushed into the sky.

What a joke, this Saint is also at the Saint Venerable level, okay?

In the same realm, this Sao Saint has never met any strong opponents, and you, the Demon Lord, have grown an extra head? Jiulong on the side sneered, staring at Shuya and leaping up to join the battle.

Boom! The heaven and earth were in turmoil, the laws were roaring, and waves of terrifying laws rose and fell in the air like tides.

Yang Zhen was knocked back, and said to the Nine Dragon Saint who also fell back: "Isn't it a bit unfair for the two of us to bully a demon lord?"

Jiulong Saint pondered for a moment, and said solemnly: "I think it's okay."

Yang Zhen laughed and said, "Same as me, I think it's okay too!"

The two looked at each other and shamelessly rushed towards the cliff again.

In the previous clash, although Yang Zhen and Jiulong were blown away, Shu Yai obviously did not gain any benefit. He fell back thousands of feet before stopping. His blood was boiling all over his body. He looked at Yang Zhen with a strange expression, and murderous intent was in his eyes.

Jiulong reminded Yang Zhen from the side.

Yang Zhen waved his hands and said, "I'm going to kill the duck, take my sword!"

With Yang Zhen's speed at that moment, the Great Sages present could not see clearly how Yang Zhen rushed to Shuya. It was too fast. He crossed a distance of thousands of feet in just one step.

The black energy from the broken sword in his hand grew stronger, and as the evil shadow Black Devils roared and screamed, the black energy that covered the sky and the sun enveloped Yang Zhen.

Roar! A thunderous roar was heard, and Yang Zhen's expression froze.

In a moment, a black light flashed past Yang Zhen. Yang Zhen's palm shook violently and he felt something bad.

Boom! The space was torn apart, and the huge impact blew Yang Zhen away. Shu Ya was also not feeling well, but the sinister smile on his face became even more weird.

Yang Zhen stared blankly at the broken sword in his hand, with a look of despair on his face.

Broken!

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

The Daque sword, which had always been with Yang Zhen like a brother, was actually broken by that bastard Shuya.

A trace of anger flashed across Yang Zhen's face. He stared at Shu Ya and said, "Brother, you are done. The last person who angered me must have been reincarnated."

Shu Ya laughed loudly, a black light flashed in his hand, and terrifying sword beams fell from the sky and surrounded him.

"Boy, the holy weapon in your hand is good, but it is no match for the treasure of heaven and earth. I am a little surprised that this sword did not take your life. But if you can survive the next sword..."

"You're bragging again. If you don't brag, you'll die!"

Yang Zhen jumped up and rushed towards the cliff.

A look of disdain appeared on Shuya's face, and the ink-black sword in his hand suddenly turned into a black line, breaking through the air in an instant, and fragments of the void flew everywhere.

"Young friend Yang, be careful. Don't be too strong!"

Jiulong's face changed and he rushed towards Yang Zhen in a hurry.

The treasures of heaven and earth cannot be compared with holy weapons. Yang Zhen’s strength is actually not inferior to that of the Nine Dragon Saint or the Demon Lord Shuya, but the big broken sword in his hand is really not enough.

However, Yang Zhen seemed not to have heard Jiulong's words. He did not slow down and crashed directly into the cliff the next moment.

Shu Ya's face changed, he sneered and said, "What a joke, a Taoist cultivator actually wants to compare physical strength with me?"

As he spoke, Shu Ya laughed loudly and casually put away the inky black treasure in his hand. With a roar, his body swelled up against the wind and in the blink of an eye he broke through three meters.

Two terrifying fists flashing with black light came towards Yang Zhen, directly knocking Yang Zhen unconscious.

"Who wants to compete with you in physical strength?"

Yang Zhen blinked at Shu Ya and casually took out the Xingquan Sword.

"I still have a sword!"

"you!"

Shu Ya's face changed drastically, but it was too late to react.

Yang Zhen was so fast that he slashed the two fists with his sword, and blood gushed out immediately.

No matter how good your kung fu is, you’re still afraid of a kitchen knife!

Jiulong stood there in a daze, looking at Shuya as if he were a fool.

Was this guy the one who shamelessly plotted against Empress Fengyu? (End of this chapter)