"As the guardian of Flowing Wind City appointed by my uncle, I am so incompetent at this time, I can only stand on the city wall and watch Qingyun run out of blood and cultivate for a bloody battle. ”

Wang Dynasty almost gritted his teeth, and it was as if a mountain was pressed against him in the bottom of his heart.

Liang Yunsheng's face was grim and solemn, the wolf pen in his hand was emitting a strange cloud of blood-red smoke at this time, and the right finger of his hand holding the pen was distinct, and the green tendons appeared, as if he was trying his best to suppress the anger in his heart.

He asked himself that he had spared no effort to protect the civilians in Flowing Wind City, but this fellow Terran in front of him, who did not hesitate to sacrifice himself and fought tenaciously, shocked him, admired him, and sighed to himself.

The ink embroidery on the side had tears in his eyes, and he tightly squeezed the silver hairpin in his hand.

Cheng Yijin on the far left was still silent, his hands on the fence of the city tower, and the fence under his palm had already been suppressed by the huge palm force and was full of cracks, like crushed tofu dregs.

And the old Jin behind Cheng Yujin was already exhausted, sitting against the wall, his right hand tightly grasped the placket of his chest, his eyes revealed the same shock and admiration, and the regret and guilt in his heart were about to come out.

Only Sheng Shou, his expression was relatively calm.

Although his face was extremely solemn, there was a faint trust in his eager and stern eyes.

That is the trust of this good brother who was born and died, drank and talked happily, was happy and hateful, and was like-minded.

It was an affirmation of the ability and cultivation of the human race in the Hongwu Realm in front of him after seeing the battle in the tea garden, the chaotic and violent battle of Fengyuntai, and the countless battles in the escape, as well as the strange scene of cultivation in the underground Moon Palace.

Distance.

In the open space below the castle.

The tens of thousands of people who had gathered spontaneously all looked at the sky with solemn expressions at this time.

"Mom, is he going to die!"

A thin child with a young woman wrapped in a coat that did not match her body shape asked her mother in a weak, trembling voice.

The young woman's face was full of tears, and her heart couldn't bear it.

She gently lifted the head of the child in her arms to her shoulders and shook it slightly, but she turned her head slightly, not daring to look at the figure in the middle of the air where the blood column was constantly gushing.

The men, women, and children standing densely beside her also had tears in their eyes at this time, and their eyes were solemn, as if they were paying great respect to the figure in front of them.

That's when —

On the castle tower.

"Brother Qingyun, I'll help you!"

"And me!"

Liang Yunsheng and Wang Chao finally couldn't hold back the surging excitement in their hearts, and spoke out one after another, their strength soared, and they were about to rush into the void the next moment.

And Cheng Yujin beside them also reached out from the void and held two long knives.

That's when —

"Go back!"

There was an unmistakable shout from the sky.

The sound shook the sky, and the air shocked the earth.

It was Ling Xiao's voice.

Sheng Shou immediately pressed the figures who wanted to jump up for the first time, one left and one right.

In the sky.

Ling Xiao's figure shook slightly.

The loud shout just now seemed to be the unquestionable general's mountain military order, and it seemed to be the final cathartic roar of a strong man at the end of the road.

Judging by his current breath, it seems that the cold wind under the stars and moon can easily blow him down.

After the formation broke and disappeared, the hazy moonlight burst out through the clouds again, casting a small piece of clear light over Flowing Wind City.

And Ling Xiao was alone, standing with a sword covered in blood, and his figure looked even more tragic and miserable.

In the void all around.

Even Ling Xiao seemed to be about to fall at any time, but the remaining dozen or so demon powerhouses who formed the Demon Domain Star Array were even more frightened in their eyes at this time, as if they were frightened by the sword momentum just now, and they didn't dare to step forward for a while.

"Who would dare to fight again?"

In the sky, Ling Xiao's voice came through the clouds and cracked stones.

His body was drenched in blood, and he couldn't tell whether it was himself or the more than thirty demon powerhouses he had just killed.

Qiang Qiang –

The sword roared like a dragon.

A hint of contempt appeared on Ling Xiao's face.

The blood-stained blood-devouring scimitar in his hand was raised high, and the blade was aimed at the tyrannical prince.

"Is the prince of the dignified Heavenly Realm a coward who only dares to hide behind his subordinates?

Your subordinates, if you send them again, they are just sending me to death, and it would be naïve to use them to grind me to death.

Judging by your cultivation strength, you should not have a low status, but you dare to fight me?"

High in the air, Ling Xiao said heroically.

Opposite side.

The violent prince was dark and ugly, and his face was gloomy and cold.

He pinched the ball in his hand, smiled mockingly, and said without a trace of warmth: "What kind of thing are you, and you are worthy of this king to do it himself!"

However, when he said this, the corners of the violent prince's black and ugly mouth suddenly pulled up a trace of arc, and the words changed sharply: "However, you can come out of the Demon Domain Star Array alive, and you can be regarded as a masterpiece of a generation, but it is a little surprising to this king."

Since you are bent on death, I will give you a chance to fight with me fairly, and let you know that the strength of my demon race is not comparable to that of a human in your small True Yuan Realm. ”

After speaking, the black and ugly eyes of the violent prince surged with murderous intent and washing, and he slowly moved forward in the air.

The black gilt totem armor on his body was shining brightly, and the overflowing black demonic qi condensed into a thick mist around his body, like a ferocious ancient beast with murderous intent, and the qi locked on Ling Xiao, who was covered in blood and embarrassed not far away.

on the city walls.

When a group of human powerhouses saw this scene, they were anxious and angry.

"Shameless man, he dares to claim to be a prince, and he even used a wheel battle to lead Qingyun's predecessors to break through that formation, but his injuries have not yet recovered!"

"Hmph, the prince of a clan, taking advantage of the exhaustion of Qingyun's predecessors to take on the challenge, it is clearly taking advantage of the danger of others!"

"I knew that the demon clan was extremely cunning, but I didn't expect that even the prince of the Heavenly Sun Realm would be so despicable!"

"It's a nice thing to say, and it says it's a fair fight, why don't you let Qingyun's seniors heal first?"

"Damn demons, shameless!"

"These demons are really damned, Qingyun senior, you can't fight at this moment, otherwise you won't fall into the trap of the demons!"

Whether it was in the city or in the city, almost everyone couldn't help but scold.

Everyone's hearts were in their throats for a moment, and they were so nervous that they couldn't breathe.

Even the innkeeper Liang Yunsheng, who was calm and calm most of the time on weekdays, became anxious at the moment, glanced at the others around him, and couldn't help but hurriedly say: "The demon clan is cunning and insidious, using wheel warfare to deal with Qingyun's seniors, can we just watch it like this?"

Beside him, the beautiful innkeeper Mo Xiu, her eyebrows frowned, unable to hide her inner worries, and her face was full of anxiety.

Cheng Yijin clenched his hands, slammed his fist on the city wall, and said in a low voice: "If this continues, Qingyun's predecessors will do their best sooner or later, the situation is very dangerous, we can't sit idly by, even if we can't help, but let go of this life, we can always buy him a little time to rest and recover!"

Wang Chao's face was heavy, one hand was on the hilt of the soft sword at his waist, and he said resolutely: "It's a big deal to fight with the demon clan, we must not watch Qingyun's predecessors take risks alone!"

Everyone had the urge to make a move.