The eyes of the first good man, Jin Lao, were cast on Sheng Shou, who had been silent.

In the case of Qingyun's battle, Sheng Shou, who is the strongest, has the most right to speak.

At this time, the bandit leader's face was a little heavy, and after thinking for a moment in the face of everyone's eyes, he finally shook his head gently.

He knew in his heart that since Ling Xiao had decided to face the enemy alone from the beginning, he must have his purpose and plan.

With their acquaintance's understanding of Ling Xiao's style during this time, he knows that he often plans and then acts, and he will definitely have a backhand.

Now is not the most critical time, if they make a rash move at this time, it is very likely to disrupt Ling Xiao's plan.

But these words were unspeakable to the people.

After a pause, Sheng Shou said calmly: "Brother Qingyun doesn't want me to wait for a move, it should be his plan, we can't act rashly now, let's think about it, the army of the demon clan is still stationed fifty miles away, if we all fight, what about Liufeng City?"

The hard work of the Qingyun brothers was all in vain.

What's more, with everyone's strength, I said it bluntly, rushing up is also a burden, but I'm afraid it won't help much. ”

When everyone heard this, their hearts sank.

The army of the demon clan is eyeing from fifty miles away, if they are all restrained by those demon powerhouses in the air, if the demon army takes the opportunity to attack, the hundreds of thousands of people in the city will not face the catastrophe of annihilation.

In order to take care of the overall situation, the only thing they could do was to hold on to the walls of the city to prevent the enemy from attacking the city

Their eyes were once again cast on the bloody figure in the sky, and their eyes were full of high respect and tragedy.

At the same time, there was also a restless commotion in Flowing Wind City.

Already shortly after the start of the Great War, countless ordinary people gathered in the square.

People snuggle up to each other and provide support for each other, so that they are no longer timid, and they do not lose their dignity and backbone in front of the demons.

They looked up at the black and oppressive demon cloud in the distant sky, and there was only a lonely figure covered in blood on the opposite side, and their hearts were extremely anxious.

People exclaimed in low voices.

The confrontation with the disparity of power in the sky, a heart rose to the throat.

"Can he really beat a hundred?"

Countless people looked at the bloodied figure in the distant sky, and the same question surged in their hearts.

They exchanged glances with each other, seeing the worried look in each other's eyes.

"Is it true that the heavens are going to kill my human race..."

An old man with gray temples and a camel cried out in excitement on crutches.

The old man's frail body trembled and staggered.

The formidable momentum of the black demon cloud that covered the sky and the sun, even being in the Flowing Wind City twenty-five years away made people feel like falling into an ice cave, not to mention the huge and terrifying pressure that the figure of the terrifying demon powerhouse who was already seriously injured but still had to face it up close and close.

The slightly chubby but wounded figure was like a wall, a scarred city wall that could collapse at any time, no matter what kind of pressure it faced, it stood still, resisting everything, until it finally collapsed.

And all they can do is silently pray for Ling Xiao.

In the crowd, a teenager was in rags, with a touch of faith on his childish face.

He looked at the figure in the sky, with a strong look of admiration in his eyes, and muttered: "You will definitely win, senior, you will definitely win!"

The boy's hands, which had been hanging at his sides, were clasped tightly in front of his chest, and he prayed reverently.

His first words were almost inaudible like gnats.

But when it comes to the second sentence, it is like a golden stone, with unparalleled conviction and reverence.

The worried mood in the crowd seemed to be infected by the young man's voice, and the flame of hope was rekindled in his eyes.

"I'm going to win!"

"Yes, Qingyun seniors will definitely win!"

"If you will win, you will definitely win! Qingyun's predecessor is the savior of our human race, and it will definitely be fine!"

"Yes, the savior of our human race will definitely not be defeated!"

More and more people were infected by the power of this faith, and with tears in their eyes, they knelt on the cold ground and prayed to the heavens, praying that Ling Xiao could defeat the demons and save the human race from danger.

The old man with crutches and gray temples trembled and wiped away the tears in his eyes, and finally glanced at the bloodied figure in the distance, silently closed his eyes, and slowly knelt on the ground.

High in the air.

The tyrannical prince sneered: "Human, today I will use your blood to sacrifice the souls of my warriors!"

The voice fell.

The violent prince blackly pulled out the long knife at his waist with his backhand.

The five-meter-long blood-colored bone knife made a sound like a metallic symphony, and a treacherous and ferocious bloody color suddenly erupted.

The scarlet light suddenly appeared like a cracked blood moon.

The void shook, and the biting coldness and killing intent of the forest cold tore through the void like a hurricane and forced it towards Ling Xiao on the opposite side.

The tyrannical prince blackly swung his sword forward, and his body was like a flash of light.

The sneer on his face looked even more hideous and terrifying under the blood light.

Ling Xiao seemed to have exhausted his strength, and he didn't make a counterattack at the first time, but just changed his position, and blood was shooting all over his body, which vaguely avoided the tentative blow of the violent prince.

He opened his mouth and spewed out a blood arrow, his body was shaky, he looked at the blood moon-like brilliance on the long knife lightly, exhaled, and said, "I want to use my life to sacrifice those wastes of the demon clan, I'm afraid you don't have that ability!"

"I don't know whether I live or die, I'll let you know the fate of going against my clan today!"

The violent prince sneered when he heard this, and the blood-colored bone knife pointed straight at Ling Xiao.

A strange demonic power erupted from his body, like an ancient beast dormant being awakened.

Strange marks and lines gradually appeared on his exposed skin, and the color gradually deepened from light pink to blood red mixed with gold.

Even the armor on his body suddenly erupted with a faint cold light.

The marks and lines on his skin were like living creatures, curling up and spreading all over his body, and even the cold armor was gradually covered with strange lines of bright red.

From a distance, the tyrannical prince is black and ugly like an ancient beast covered with blood-colored lines, and his momentum is compelling. Invisible waves of qi spread outward from his side, and the black demon clouds behind him were impacted by the waves of qi, constantly rolling and raging.

"Ugly no one slashes, human, die"

The violent prince burst into a shout, and the surging power in his body surged into the blood-colored bone knife in his hand.

The scarlet color on the blood-colored bone knife was great, forming a huge knife-shaped halo around the bone knife, burning like a flame, and the surrounding space was constantly twisting in this blood-colored flame.

There was an incessant popping sound in my ears, which was a small explosion formed by the sudden change in the density of the aura in the space after the space was distorted, and it was detonated by the scarlet-colored demonic flame.