Chapter 3654: Catching a Turtle in a Jar

"Are two pieces of rubbish worthy of receiving the demon elixir from my Divine Sword Sect?" The young man smiled coldly, not even looking at the two corpses.

"Lord Raymond, let's set out now, catch that bitch and traitor, and bring him back to the Divine Sword Sect!" said a subordinate.

"Catch them all alive!" Raymond narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a ray of cold light.

"Yes, Lord Raymond!"

As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen people turned into streams of light and flew towards the demon city. They were instantly above the house. Swish, swish, swish... Raymond waved his hand, and a dozen giant swords that were a hundred meters high fell down and penetrated one-third of the ground. First, the whole house was surrounded, and the sword energy was everywhere, forming a closed formation.

The demon cultivators in the entire demon city were alarmed, and they all stood up and looked to the southwest of the city.

Whoosh!

A middle-aged man wearing a black robe flew over, with a spiral horn on his forehead. When he saw this group of people, the leader Raymond was still a Supreme, he was just an overlord.

"Lord of Luobu City, I have met you, sir." This man in black robe is the lord of this demon city.

"The Shen Dao Sect is doing business. Anyone who has nothing to do with it should get out of here." Raymond didn't give any face.

The Divine Sword Sect is also a famous sect in the Demon Clan. The sect leader is the Divine Sword King, the most powerful sect in the Demon Clan. Moreover, he is also a disciple of the Demon Sword Ancestor, with a terrifying status and background.

"Yes, yes!" The city lord immediately flew away.

"It turns out it's the Shen Dao Sect that's doing something!"

"Why are they here?"

"The Divine Sword Sect is one of the strongest sects in the Monster Clan. This time, the leader is still a Supreme. I don't know what happened."

Some demon cultivators also started talking and discussing.

In the courtyard, Zhuo Qing was cooking delicious food in the kitchen when he suddenly heard a rumbling sound outside and sensed the appearance of dozens of powerful auras. His face changed and he clenched his fists, "These guys still refuse to let me go after all." And Master, the ghost is still there!"

in the room.

The sugar cake in the woman's hand fell to the ground and fell to pieces. The broken pieces of candy were scattered everywhere. She raised her head, with a chill covering her pretty face, "Can't you still escape?"

"Bitch, little bastard, get out of here!" Raymond roared angrily, like thunder crushing through the sky.

In the yard, the woman and Zhuo Qing came out, raised their heads, and looked at the Shen Dao Sect law enforcement team led by Lei Meng. Both of them looked ugly.

Raymond himself is a strong man in the third level of the Supreme Realm, and the other law enforcers are also strong in the Realm Lord Realm.

"Master, I won't let them hurt you." Zhuo Qing held a long sword like snow and took a step forward, deliberately protecting the woman behind him and looking at the enemy with firm eyes.

"You are a Jiehou, how can you protect me?" the woman said, her voice was cold and crisp, she gently held her jade palm, and a green scimitar appeared in her hand, which was somewhat similar to the ancient Tang sword on earth. The blade was not as sharp as Zhuo Qing's. The blade is wide, but it shines with a cold light.

After saying that, the woman held the scimitar and walked forward, "Leymon, if you want to catch us back to the Divine Sword Gate, you have to see if you have the ability!"

"Haha, the master-disciple relationship is really deep!" A sneer appeared on the corner of Raymond's mouth.

"Lord Lei Meng, maybe someone else is no longer a master and apprentice. If we get along day and night, something will inevitably happen." A disciple of the Divine Sword Sect sneered.

These words directly angered Zhuo Qing, his face flushed, and his eyes burned with anger, "You are not allowed to insult my master!"

After saying that, he swung his long knife and drew a sharp blade, slashing at Raymond and others.

"You are not overestimating your own capabilities. You have only been practicing for so many years!" Raymond sneered. The sword light was still dozens of feet away from him before it disappeared automatically.

Zhuo Qing has only been practicing for a few decades, and now that he has reached the realm of Jiehou, he is already considered a genius. After all, he has Zhuo Bufan's powerful bloodline, and his family has given him a lot of cultivation treasures.

But facing a supreme level powerhouse like Raymond, it was still just an egg hitting a stone.

"Damn it." Zhuo Qing gritted his teeth, even drawing blood from his gums.

"I advise you to surrender and be captured, so as not to suffer the consequences of your skin. Come back to the Divine Sword Sect with me and wait for Master to deal with you." Raymond said with a sneer.

"If you want us to be captured without mercy, let's see if you have that ability." After the woman said this, she rushed towards Raymond and waved the long knife in her hand. The space barrier was easily torn open, and the sharp knife light went directly towards Raymond's throat.

The woman is obviously also a strong person in the third level of the Supreme Realm, and her aura is no less than that of Raymond.

The look of contempt disappeared from Lei Meng's eyes, "Ji Mo, after all, you are also my fellow senior sister, why are you so stubborn!"

"Noisy!" Ji Mo's eyes were cold.

Lei Meng grasped the void in his hand and grabbed a thunder knife. The two of them fought fiercely. The Yuanli above the entire demon city was affected and rippled. However, because it was protected by the sword formation, it would not be able to attack the surrounding people. Damage to buildings.

"Senior sister, your soul has been severely damaged, how long can you hold on?" Raymond tried his best to resist. It was obvious that the woman seemed to be stronger than him.

At this moment, a disciple of the Divine Sword Sect suddenly flew towards Zhuo Qing in the courtyard and slapped Zhuo Qing.

The opponent is a powerful person in the Realm Lord Realm, and Zhuo Qing is just a Realm Marquis. How can he resist it? He can only desperately activate his Yuan Power and wield the snow knife.

"You little bastard, accept death." The disciple of the Divine Sword Sect looked disdainful and did not take Zhuo Qing seriously at all.

"Zhuo Qing!" Ji Mo discovered that someone was attacking Zhuo Qing, her pretty face changed color, "Despicable!"

After that, he ignored Raymond's attack and flew directly to the house, and slapped the Divine Sword disciple face to face. The latter flew directly backwards, his face was as white as a piece of paper, and a mouthful of blood spattered from his mouth.

But Lei Meng did not let go of Ji Mo's opportunity to reveal his flaw. He swung his sword suddenly and hit Ji Mo's waist. The latter flew upside down to the ground like a kite with a broken string, barely able to stand still. He was in shape, but his face had become ugly, as pale as snow, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Master." Upon seeing this, Zhuo Qing's eyes turned red. He rushed over and supported Ji Mo, "It's all my fault that the disciple didn't practice his sword skills properly, otherwise he wouldn't be so useless."

Ji Mo shook his head and pressed a jade palm on his waist, "You have only been practicing for a few years, but I can see how hard you practice your sword skills every day."

"But I'm useless, even the master can't protect me." Zhuo Qing's eyes were red and tears gathered in his eyes.

"Zhuo Qing, I want to ask you a question." Ji Mo's pale face suddenly turned rosy again. She opened her mouth and stared at him with her eyes.

"Master, what's the problem?" Zhuo Qing asked.

Ji Mo pursed her thin lips, lowered her eyes slightly, and stared down at her toes, "Besides wanting me to be your master, have you ever thought about anything else?"

Zhuo Qing shook his head hurriedly, "This disciple respects his master very much and will never have second thoughts."

Hearing his words, Ji Mo's chest opened, and he opened his mouth, and another mouthful of blood spattered out. He was slightly angry, "Don't you think about anything else?"

"Disciple doesn't dare, master, don't be angry." Zhuo Qing saw Ji Mo's serious injury and was so anxious that he burst into tears.