Under the jackal's powerful foot, Yang Dongqing spurted out blood again, and this time even pieces of internal organs were vomited out together.
Facing the wolf demon's questioning, Yang Dongqing was unable to speak, but his left hand slowly moved, and then he tried hard to pick up a small stone on the ground, and threw it towards the jackal with his last bit of strength.
Snap...
The stone hit the jackal's teeth and made a crisp sound.
This stone has no power at all, and it is not even scratching the itch for the jackal, but Yang Dongqing's move is undoubtedly a provocation and insult.
The jackal demon suddenly became popular.
I beat you into such a fucking bear shape, and you still refuse to accept it?!
"You're looking for death!"
The jackal's eyes were about to spit fire, and then it raised its forelimbs again, and was about to give Yang Dongqing another blow, when a black-armored guard next to him saw that Yang Dongqing was in danger, but he rushed over regardless of everything.
"Monster, come at me if you can!"
The black-armored guard suddenly threw himself on the jackal's back, slapped the latter's neck tightly, and tightened it tightly, just like a wolf knight.
"Bastard, don't you want to live anymore? How dare you take the initiative to mess with me?!"
The jackal was furious. He temporarily stopped the kick he was about to step on Yang Dongqing, and kept shaking his head wildly, trying to throw the guy off his back with all his strength, but he underestimated the opponent's determination.
The black-armored guard made a tight clasp with his hands, gritted his teeth, and refused to let go even if his arm was dislocated.
Seeing that the jackal couldn't get rid of it, it was so angry that it suddenly slammed its body towards the iron needle tree next to it.
boom!
Click!
A piece of iron needlewood as thick as a bucket shook violently, and at the same time there was a crisp cracking sound, but what broke was not the iron needlewood, but the black-armored guard hanging on the back of the jackal demon.
Under this fierce collision, the black-armored guard's bones and tendons were broken on the spot, and then he died. However, he still did not let go until his death.
This is the oath of the black-armored guards.
Kill the evil spirits and fight to the death!
He did it!
"Old well!"
"Jing Er is stupid!"
"Yao Xiu, I will do what your grandma did, and I will fight with you!"
Seeing the sacrifice of a companion, the eyes of the other black-armored guards suddenly turned red. The simple swords in their hands had already been cut with curled blades, and then they used their fists to fight to the death with the demon cultivator in front of them.
Seeing the desperate efforts of these black-armored guards, the crested ibis, scorpion spirit and other demon cultivators felt all timid, and then retreated one after another, not daring to fight head-on with them.
"A bunch of ants are trying to stop me with their flesh and blood, they are overestimating their own capabilities!"
The jackal demon cultivator spent a lot of effort, and finally tore off the body of the black-armored guard from his back, and then he turned back to look at Yang Dongqing.
Yang Dongqing saw a brother die tragically for him. His eyes were filled with tears, and he was mumbling, but he couldn't say a word.
"This time, let me see who else can save you!"
The jackal came towards Yang Dongqing again. Just when he raised his foot and was about to give the latter the final blow, suddenly...
"The black-armored guards swear to guard the border, kill evil spirits, and fight to the death without retreating!!!"
Su Ping'an roared loudly, and he finally stood up.
In less than a quarter of an hour, he had recovered most of his strength. Although he had not yet returned to his peak state, it was still enough to be able to fight. Then a light flashed in his hand, and something else appeared.
.
It was a small fish tank-like jar, with blue and white all over, a blue color and a gray background, with mountain and river patterns painted all over, making it look simple and grand. On one side of the jar, eight large ink characters were clearly engraved: Xia Zhi Da
Those who serve the country and the people!
This jar is none other than a sacred vessel - Shanhe Brush Washer!
Su Ping'an held the Shanhe Pen in his hand and his momentum rose sharply. He first glanced at Yang Dongqing and the sacrificed black-armored guard. When he saw the tragic situation of Yang Dongqing and the tragic death of the black-armored guard, a flash of light flashed in his eyes.
His eyes darkened with pain, then he strode forward with murderous intent in his eyes, roaring: "You monster, die!"
boom!
Su Ping'an took action, and Shanhe Brush was thrown hard by him, and it hit the jackal demon cultivator's head directly like a hidden weapon.
When the jackal demon cultivator first saw Su Ping'an standing up, he was indeed startled by the momentum, but then he thought that the other party was just a small literary cultivator at the seventh level of the scribe, and he immediately relaxed again, especially when he saw the hit.
'Small fish tank', he was even more dismissive. He raised a paw and swatted it like a fly, "What the hell? Just this broken jar wants to hurt me, break it to pieces..."
boom!
There was an explosion, and something did explode in the air. But what was surprising was that what exploded was not the inconspicuous-looking jar, but the claws of the jackal demon cultivator.
"Ah...my hand, why is it like this..."
The jackal demon cultivator looked up to the sky and howled in pain. Under the bombardment of mountains and rivers, one of its claws was as fragile as tofu and vulnerable to a single blow.
Whoosh...
After blowing up one of Jackal's claws, Shanhe Brush automatically flew back to Su Ping'an's hand. Su Ping'an dragged Shanhe Brush through the air and had already arrived in front of Jackal.
His black hair was flying, his whole body was full of literary energy, and his eyes were flashing with boundless coldness and murderous intent. He stared at the jackal and said word by word: "You are dead today!!!"
Looking at Su Pingan in front of him, the jackal demon's heart skipped a beat.
Although the former's strength has not been completely restored, and its cultivation level has not been improved, for some reason, when the other party locked onto itself, it actually felt the breath of death.
Danger Danger Danger!!!
The beast's instinct made the jackal demon suddenly regain his senses, and then his intuition told him to run away quickly, otherwise he would definitely die!
At this time, Su Ping'an took action again. He instilled the free literary spirit into Shanhe Brush. Shanhe Brush immediately overflowed with a terrifying aura, and then the altar shook violently, followed by a whooshing sound.
It hit the jackal monster.
The previous scene of his claws coming into contact with the broken jar and being blown to pieces was still vivid in his mind, so when he saw the jar flying towards him again, the jackal demon's eyes widened, and he turned around and ran away.
What mission, what face... It couldn't care about it at this moment. It only knew that if it stayed any longer, it would probably die!
"You want to run, but can you run?!"
Su Ping'an would not let the jackal get what he wanted. As soon as he activated the Shanhe Brush Washer, the Shanhe Brush Washer immediately stopped in the air, and then the altar became larger, like a big drum, and like an abyss inside, it suddenly released a wave of energy.
A powerful suction force, and directly locked onto the jackal demon.
Hee hee hee…
Under this powerful suction, the jackal demon suddenly found that not only could he not move forward, but he was also retreating.
He looked back and saw that Su Ping'an was approaching. He became even more flustered. But on the surface, he was trying to quarrel with each other, pretending to be fierce and said: "Boy, I have decided to let you go, are you still looking for death?!"
"Let me go? But I have no intention of letting you go!"
Su Ping'an waved his hand, and a red sandalwood wolf-hair pen appeared in his hand. He poured all his literary energy into the pen body, and the entire pen barrel trembled, "The Flame Devouring Wave Ruler!"
boom!
After finishing speaking, Su Ping'an waved his brush, and a sword beam that lasted for more than ten strokes came out of the brush, as if it was going to split the entire sky.
Feeling the terrifying energy contained in the brush, the jackal demon knew that he couldn't survive unless he tried his best. At that moment, he resisted the suction of the mountain and river brush and sprayed out a mouthful of wolf blood.
The wolf blood contained his real name, Demonic Essence. Once it appeared, it immediately turned into a jackal that looked exactly like him. Then, with a roar in the sky, it crashed into Su Ping'an's pen light!
The next moment, the two collided.
boom!
There was an explosion and the mountains shook.
The whole mountain seemed to be shaking.
Su Ping'an slid back several meters under the shock of this powerful force. Although the jackal demon resisted the blow, he suddenly lost his center of gravity and became unsteady, then flew away with a whoosh.
I washed my brush towards the mountains and rivers.
"no, do not want……"
When the big jackal demon saw that he was flying towards the mountains and rivers, he screamed in panic.
Seeing the opportunity, Su Ping'an immediately poured his last bit of strength into it. He controlled the Shanhe Brush and struck with his backhand, knocking the big jackal demon upside down in the Shanhe Brush.
boom!
The earth trembled again, and the mountains shook, as if there was an earthquake.
When Su Ping'an took the Shanhe Brush back again, he saw that under the original place, the jackal demon had disappeared, and there was only a puddle of meat on the ground, not even a corpse.
The great jackal demon finally died, under the holy power of Shanhe Biwashi.
When Su Ping'an saw that the jackal demon was completely dead, he suddenly collapsed on the ground in exhaustion, and couldn't help complaining to Shan He Bishi: "Oh, you are also a bottomless pit, so you can do whatever you want.
Can you be so literary?!"
When Shanhe Biwashi heard this, he shook the altar innocently, then turned into a stream of light, and disappeared into Su Ping'an's body.