The wind was blowing, and the cacophony of the wind reached the ears of Tsubaki and Tuchuan, as if the entire city had fallen.

Wing Tail walked out of the palace gate and came to the high platform outside the palace, his vision was vain and cheerful, and the entire Huangcheng came into view.

At the west gate, a small group of Zhou troops rushed into Huangcheng, and was being stopped by more and more demon soldiers and barbarians who arrived.

It's a spooky picture!

Tsubasa and Tugawa glanced at each other, and they both saw surprise in each other's eyes.

The number of demon soldiers and barbarian soldiers is increasing, but they have never been able to stop the pace of this Zhou army. The speed at which this Zhou army is moving forward is not fast, and even such a speed cannot be regarded as an army charging into battle, it is more like an old lady buying vegetables in a vegetable market.

But because of this, it seems weird. No matter how many demon soldiers and barbarian soldiers there were around this Zhou army, they could never stop their footsteps.

Both Tsubasa and Tuchuan survived the war-torn era decades ago, and although they are not everyone, they are proficient in the way of using soldiers.

Charging into battle, relying on sharpness. But the army in front of them has obviously subverted their cognition.

They were vaguely familiar with this kind of warfare, as if they had seen it in the long river of time.

Among them, one will take the lead.

In the eyes of the wingtail, there was a figure in the Zhou army, which was out of touch with the large army, breaking through the obstacles of the demon soldiers and barbarians, and rushing straight towards them.

The speed was so fast that in just a moment, stepping on the eaves and towers, he rushed from the lower city to the outside of the palace. He broke through the guards outside the palace gate, and his tall figure leaped to his feet.

Under the dazzling sunlight, Wingtail and Tuchuan only felt a stream of spiritual qi surging with this figure, and the monstrous killing intent suddenly stopped, and they instinctively sensed danger.

"Not good!"

The falling star stabbed out, and Wingtail felt his entire body tremble, and the demon soul that was silent in this body felt a long-lost threat.

Wingtail hurriedly dodged, only to see the translucent spikes fall from the sky, leaving a deep crack in the hard marble floor of the square.

The body in the wingtail movement could not be stopped, the bones crackled, the golden hair on the face suddenly rose, and a pair of round eyes that looked like Zhou people narrowed in an instant. It was an instinctive reaction as a demon of the demon clan under the threat of life and death.

"Boy, who are you?"

Wingtail looked at the young man who had fallen to the ground, surrounded by a group of demon soldiers, but his face did not change.

Those memories of the long ago were sealed in the darkness, and even if they didn't want to think about it, when they saw the thorns in the young general's hand, they poured into Wingtail's mind again.

"It's your business!"

The Falling Star Thorn is a supreme killing technique in the army. Under the sun, the translucent prismatic thorns in Ma Wei's hands have a smooth and rounded appearance, giving people a crystal-like texture.

The young general in front of him had a handsome face and a tall posture, standing quietly on the square, like a perfectly built statue.

But his attitude really can't be regarded as respectful, and that arrogant appearance really makes Wingtail angry in his heart.

"Boy, did Yang Xian let you come and send you to death?"

The Chehe Battalion is a subordinate general under Yang Ci, and it has been silent for decades. Wing Tail never dreamed that when Chehe Camp reappeared in the world, it would be in such a way, straight in the face.

Tuchuan on the side was even more surprised, he thought much more than the wing tail. He originally thought that the battle for the land of Hehuang was between the Great Liang and the Demon Domain, even if Yang Xian wanted to intervene, he couldn't reach it.

But he never expected that Yang Xian would actually make a move before Huan Wu, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he got into Huangcheng, an enclave thousands of miles away for Shu.

"Sent to death? Is it up to you? ”

Ma Wei laughed disdainfully, and Wingtail's anger soared, and he let out a loud shout.

"Kill him!"

The guards in the Huangcheng Palace are all the elite of the demon clan around Wingtail, and their cultivation is extraordinary. Ma Wei burst into the palace and disrupted the front in the city in a forceful way.

On the one hand, Wing Tail is proud of his identity and refuses to fight with a hairy boy like Ma Wei, and on the other hand, he is also afraid of this kid's falling star thorn. The Falling Star Thorn is known as the Peerless Skill of Demon Slayer, no matter how powerful the demon is, it is not too much to be vigilant before this mastery.

At the moment when Wing Tail gave the order, the guards near him all rushed towards the horse. There are many demon soldiers, but Ma Wei is not afraid, and his body shuttles among the demon soldiers, as if entering a no-man's land.

The alchemy of the demon clan has condensed the demon soul and turned into a form. It is second-class, and it can also turn the demon soul into an armored soldier and attract the demon soul for use.

The hard demon armor that can be condensed around the demon soldier is as fragile as paper under the translucent thorns in Ma Wei's hand. Unlike the decline of the power of the demon soul under the Soul Destroying Array, in Huangcheng, the power of the demon clan can be exerted to the greatest extent, but even so, these demon soldiers are still not the enemy of Ma Yuyi.

Wing Tail was a little distressed, these were the elites of his subordinates, and now they were not used in key places, but they were knocked down by this week's chopping melons and vegetables.

Tuchuan stood beside him, and he knew Wingtail's thoughts. However, he did not speak from beginning to end, because Tuchuan knew that in Huangcheng, he was the guest, and the wingtail was the master.

The wing tail moved.

The timing of his cut was very ingenious, and when the horse was attacked on his back and was about to return to fight again, the wingtail jumped out, and his hand was glowing with a layer of demonic red light, and the demon turned into a shape, like a sword, and directly took the head of the horse.

It's just that, under the gaze of Tuchuan, the figure of the wing tail was about to approach the horse, but it suddenly stagnated, slowed down significantly, and slowly stopped.

Taking advantage of this emptiness, Ma Wei turned back to defend himself and got rid of the danger. The body of the wingtail stopped there, and his eyes turned to the side.

Tuchuan followed the gaze of the wingtail, and saw that on the walls of the palace, I don't know when two young generals were standing, and the armor on their bodies shone in the sun.

Can killing intent alone stop the actions of a demon like Wingtail? Are these two people the same.......

Tuchuan muttered in his heart, and suddenly felt a faint tremor on the earth.

"What's going on?"

The clear sky was covered with a layer of blood red, and Tuchuan raised his eyes to see a huge head extending from beyond the palace walls, and his huge eyes were full of murder.

"After so many years, have you only learned to bully juniors?"

The sound of ridicule resounded throughout the temple, and both Tsubasa and Tugawa were very familiar with this voice.

Luo is not to blame!