The members of the Yin Demon Sect each chose their opponent in a tacit understanding, and without any further ado, they used their magic skills to let their respective demon servants attack.

The Taiping Sect elders also drew their swords, and various white and yellow lights struck the demon servants.

Standing in front of Chen Yang were four low-level Taiping Sect disciples.

If they took advantage of the confrontation between the elders, they would have a chance to scatter and escape.

Even if Chen Yang was at the peak of his inner scene, he would not be able to pursue the four of them at the same time.

But if they leave the sect elders behind, even if they run back to the sect alive, they will still face severe punishment from the sect, which is not much different from dying in battle.

Therefore, several Taiping Sect disciples gave up the idea of ​​​​running away from the beginning, and prepared to face Chen Yang with solemn expressions.

"Kill this kid and then help the elders. Maybe we can kill the masters of the Yin Demon Sect."

One of the four, the most mature-looking Taiping Sect disciple with a mustache, raised his sword and said.

"Each of you hold down a demon servant, and I and my second junior brother will besiege him. As long as you kill him, the demon servant will lose control and will no longer be able to fight!"

The disciple with the mustache quickly made the most correct strategy. As soon as he finished speaking, he attacked Chen Yang with his long sword.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the Yin Demon Sect's strongest means of attack is the demon servants they control. The threat to the Yin Demon Sect's disciples themselves is not as great as the demon servants.

The disciple with the mustache was aware of this. He had the peak strength of the inner scene and had the best chance of killing Chen Yang, so he asked the two juniors with the lowest strength to hold off Chen Yang's demon servant.

The plan seemed to be fine, but he underestimated Chen Yang's own strength.

I saw Chen Yang draw out his bone sword, kick his feet, and face the two Taiping Sect disciples who were rushing towards him.

With two "dang-dang" sounds, Chen Yang's bone sword collided with the long swords of two disciples of the Taiping Sect. He used the technique on the residual sword formula to hit all the spiritual power in his body on his wrist. The bone sword

It was extremely powerful when swung, and it was simply not something that two Taiping Sect disciples could resist.

The two Taiping Sect disciples were knocked out and looked at Chen Yang in shock.

Their long swords glowed with white sword energy, but they were unable to cut off the bone sword in Chen Yang's hand that had no sword energy. Instead, the bone sword almost knocked the sword out of his hand. How could one not be surprised.

"Brother, kill him quickly, I can't stand it anymore!"

A Taiping Sect disciple vomited blood and screamed with difficulty.

Standing in front of him was the Bull Demon King holding an eight-foot-long spear.

The Bull Demon King just swung his sword and beat the man until he almost fainted.

The Bull Demon King's indestructible skin, earth-shattering strength, and movement speed that was completely inconsistent with his size were simply not something that this Taiping Sect disciple, who had just entered the inner realm, could withstand.

"This is just one move, why can't I withstand it?!"

The mustache looked at his junior brother who was unable to stand still and exclaimed.

If he fails to hold back the demon servant, his plan to kill Chen Yang will not be implemented.

"Stop looking around, your opponent is me."
Chapter completed!