When the battle in Quicksand City was at its fiercest, a demon army appeared two hundred miles southwest of the city.

This demon army of about 3,000 people marched mightily across the desert. Bright red battle flags could be seen everywhere in the army, blood-red bloody skulls fluttered in the air along with the battle flags, and the large clouds of mud and dust stirred up by the march of the army were like a thick python.

The rumbling wind swept from a distance, and those demon soldiers with hideous faces were unmoved, even the wounded soldiers hanging at the end of the team did not make any sound.

Several scout squads continued to disperse from the army, and scouts arrived from afar.

In the middle of this army there was a huge chariot.

The chariot was very large, twice as large as the chariot that Ying Jiu had ridden before, and it was almost on top of a siege beast, however, even so, the speed of this chariot was not slow, and it could still keep up with the cavalry in front.

The chariot followed the army alone, without a single general around the car, and the eight cloud camels pulling the chariot walked neatly, leaving the creaking sound of the wheels rolling all the way.

Zichuan Fengyun was wearing a pitch-black armor and lying on the soft couch in the carriage, and the dim light shone on his chest through the window of the chariot, reflecting the blood-red skull and the dozen or so criss-crossing sword marks on it.

These sword marks are of different shades, but the length of each one is strikingly similar, just like someone used a ruler to measure and engrave it, it seems to be chaotic, but it implies a certain law, if there is a master who is proficient in swordsmanship to see this scene, he will be shocked, because there is only one person in the world who can use this kind of clever swordsmanship, that is, the legendary Southern Xinjiang Sword Saint Tang Caiyi.

The armor with dense sword marks looked a little hideous, just like the expression on Zichuan Fengyun's face at this time.

"Commander, set up a siege three more times, no, just two times, you can wipe out that human silver eagle wing, we shouldn't just give up. In the shadows beside Zichuan Fengyun, a feminine and charming woman's voice suddenly came.

Zichuan Fengyun didn't speak, just frowned, and cast a cold gaze through the car window into the desert in the distance.

"Could it be that the commander is worried that General Grand and the military division will not be able to take the city of quicksand? We have sent five thousand elites and two siege beasts to support, and the battle must be over now. ”

Zichuan Fengyun coughed violently, he sat up with the thick leather cushion under him, and his rough face showed a grim look: "Sooner or later, I will kill them." ”

"We should take advantage of the situation, after all, they have already lost a fifth of their manpower, and they shouldn't just leave it at that. The woman's voice came out again.

Zichuan Fengyun snorted, and said coldly to the corner where the voice came from: "Three thousand soldiers besieged and killed a silver eagle wing of more than seventy people, killed and killed thirteen people three times, but lost more than four hundred elites and three generals of our army, do you think it makes sense to continue the siege and kill!"

There was a sudden silence in the shadows.

Zichuan Fengyun continued: "They are now in the chaotic grass forest, and if they want to find them in the weeds within a radius of more than ten miles, it will take more time, as well as the lives of the warriors in the clan! Don't forget that the purpose of our attack on the human race this time is for the Demon God Statue and the Demon God's Son!"

"Yes, Commander. The woman's voice in the shadows rang out again, only much lower, "Are we just going to let them go?"

"Of course not. ”

A cruel look flashed on Zichuan Fengyun's face, he touched the fine sword marks on the armor on his chest, and said: "When this military mission is completed, Ben Shuai will stay on the border, and he will definitely catch the wings of the silver eagle, his set of "Golden Bell Sword Sutra", I am very interested." ”

"Then, can Qingshang stay and wait for the commander?" The woman's voice in the shadows suddenly became urgent.

"Huh?" Zichuan Fengyun raised his eyebrows and said coldly: "Waiting for Ben Shuai, don't say it so nicely, don't think that Ben Shuai can't see it." ”

The woman in the shadow suddenly laughed a few times, and said in an almost moaning voice: "Qingshang has lived for eighteen years, and I have never seen such a white, tender and good-looking man, if I can't get into bed, I will regret it for the rest of my life...... Commander, okay?"

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There is a large meadow more than ten miles south of the Zichuan Fengyun army.

The spring breeze blew, and the green grass and shrubs nearly a person tall rose and fell and made a rustling sound, like waves in the blue sea.

A makeshift clearing deep in the meadow.

More than forty silver-clad guards sat or stood, all young, the oldest of whom looked no older than thirty, and on their breastplate, strewn with cracks and blood, a golden eagle in flight.

This pattern is divided into ordinary decorative ornaments, but the family emblem of a prince and king of the Great Xia Kingdom, but anyone who is qualified to wear the golden eagle family emblem is the personal guard of the royal family, they not only have absolute loyalty to the royal family, but also have strong combat effectiveness, judging from the aura exuded by these young guards, the lowest cultivation has the peak of the two realms, and the high has stepped into the three realms.

In addition to cultivation, the armor worn by the guards is also extraordinary, it is a real spirit pattern battle armor, if Ye Haotian is present, he will definitely be able to call out the names of these silver armors in an instant-Silver Wing.

The guards sitting on the ground, their hands still clutching the silver-hilted swords in their hands, seemed ready to turn over and slash their enemies. More than forty black war horses stood silently beside them.

"The king of the county, seven dead, five seriously wounded, and fourteen lightly wounded. A leader-like guard came to the corner of the clearing and said to a figure surrounded by three guards.

The man known as the King of the County was dressed in silver armor that was no different from that of an ordinary soldier, except that the armor was dotted with countless golden dots and thin lines, and he slowly raised his head at the sound of a voice, revealing a handsome and suffocating young face.

His height is about 1.75 meters, and his young face reveals a calm and noble temperament, but his face is too beautiful. Dark brown eyes, a tall nose and a little red lips are enough to dwarf the so-called beauties, and the creamy white skin can be blown apart, and if it weren't for the rather thick eyebrows that add a bit of fortitude to this face, no one will look at him as a man. It is hard to imagine that the leader of the Desert Eagle, who made Zichuan Fengyun return with a feather, is such a handsome and soft man who makes all the women in the world ashamed of themselves.

The most surprising thing is that the eyebrows and eyes of this county king have many similarities with a certain idiot county lord, he is the elder brother Su Ning'er has been looking for, Su Yueyang, the county king of Rongshan City.