Bitmunde's Ice Descendant can be regarded as an elite division, which is inseparable from General Yasaph's unrelenting training on weekdays, but unfortunately, General Yasaph's thousands of trainings cannot withstand Wu Wenxu's hungry and thirsty tiger and wolf army.

10,000 Iceborns quickly killed more than 5,000 people, who would have thought that the weak, lowly lizardmen who had been enslaved by themselves for thousands of years would dare to have the courage to swing a knife at themselves?!

A descendant of the goddess Avarosa, a valiant lizardman who fought in Freljord a thousand years ago.

The slippery tail smashed into the head of the Iceborn, against the sticky dark green blood, the Iceborn was already disgusted, although the ice sword cut the tail into several pieces, it could not stop the ice pick that stabbed past in anger, many of the Ice Born let out a pig-killing wail, the ice pick stabbed their heads, all the way through the back of the head, the lizardman immediately picked up the landing sword, stepped on the head of the Ice Born, and killed towards the more tragic battlefield.

A one-sided trend, an irreversible trend.

Asaph's proud Bittermond Legion, destroyed in the lizardmen's icicles, the trolls' roars, and the wrath of many exiles, the calm Bitmond burns the fire of vengeance, and that flame cannot be extinguished, how can it be extinguished?

If we don't slaughter Bitmund cleanly, how can we wash away the thousand-year-old shame of being abused, enslaved, and expelled!

"Willamp!"

The snowman knight who blasted open the gate of Bitmund with an absolute zero move, as a tenth-order peak magus, rushing into the Ice Descend was simply a slaughter, and Willamp's giant arm was swung out, and he could casually slap four or five unlucky guys into meat sauce, like a heavy meat grinder, and everywhere he went, there was no piece of armor left.

A tenth-order magister can dominate a small battlefield, not to mention the Ice-Descendants who have lost their courage and screamed as they retreated.

"Uh, hey, hey, white bone spirit, where to run!"

Wukong's orange eyes were about to breathe fire, and the white-haired guy who embarrassed himself hid at the other end of the fortress in white, looking at his appearance, it was clear that he was going to flee to the cursed field with the remnants.

Want to run? Hahahaha!

Wukong held up the fiery Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick, full of banter.

Killed by the heavenly soldiers into the fortress, Asaph's intestines were full of remorse, he knew that the situation was gone, and directly ordered the soldiers to give up resistance, but desperately fight their way out, hoping to break out of Bitmund and return to the ice field.

He fled in a hurry, the demeanor of the former wise generals was gone, and seeing that the intersection leading to the bottom of the mountain was in front of him, he didn't expect a flame stick to fall from the sky, and Asaph stared directly at his eyes, and his soul was scattered!

The hot wind burned Asaph's cloak, and Asaph swung his ice sword in a rage, and tried his best to resist the mad monkey's Nirvana stick.

"Boom!"

The flame stick and the ice sword spread violently at the intersection point, and the power of the two tenth-order demon masters, even if it was a single collision, made twenty or thirty ice descendants fly upside down, half of the ice spawn's body ignited a raging fire, and it was still in mid-air and was crushed into pale ashes by the cold wind, and the other ice stalk's body cracked into frozen veins, and then shattered.

Stepping on the frozen meat scraps and heavy ashes, the fire demon monkey's wishful golden hoop rod continued to change size, sometimes stabbing at Asap's lower abdomen like a ruler rod, sometimes turning into a thousand pounds, and slamming into Asaph's head.

Poor Asaph is full of ancient magic, urging tenth-order magic power, but he can only continue to resist the attack of Sun Monkey Rainstorm Pear Blossom, in Wukong's savage smashing that almost abandons magic, after more than fifty rounds, Asaph is weak and tired, and he is becoming more and more miserable.

"Dang!"

The edge of the ice sword, which could cut through the extreme ice, resisted the side of the flame stick, and the demon flame was constantly frozen by the ice, and for a while, the Ruyi golden hoop rod was difficult to swing down, Asaph's arms were numb, and the chalk under his feet continued to crack, and then more and more pale cracks spread around his feet, and Asaph's waist sank, almost unable to support it.

"Yo ho, do you want to have a few more tricks with my grandson?"

Wukong was completely annoyed, and the outcome was still undecided after nearly sixty rounds, so what did he have the face of the Monkey King?

Sun Wukong's flame stick burst up, the magic power was monstrous, the monkey grinned his teeth in annoyance, and in the orange-yellow flames, the two rows of snow-white sharp teeth were particularly hideous.

"Havoc in the Heavenly Palace!"

Holding the four words in his throat that was almost gritting his teeth, Wukong's eyes widened, he held the bottom end of the Yan stick, and swung it out with a stick, "Boom!" The swords and sticks collided, and countless ice and flames flew up, and Asaph's wrist was almost broken.

The stick with the flame was swung out, and Wukong's figure not only did not stop, but instead held the stick with both hands, and the second stick turned one after another, and the monkey bathed in fire swung more and more fiercely, like a spinning top, and a terrifying hurricane of flames surged in his body.

'It's over! ’

Asaph, who was smashed with a single stick, was in pain, not only the second and third sticks that were as fast as lightning?

Asaph screamed in his heart, his wrist softened, and it turned out to be a painful soybean-sized droplet of sweat flowing down from his temple, and in the flames of rage, a long sword flew out miserably, the beautiful long sword that flowed with azure luster and was surrounded by magic patterns, and stabbed straight to the far north, and it ruthlessly pierced the six Ice Descendants one after another, and the blood in the intestines never disappeared again.

"Ahh

The suave general screamed twice, and was immediately swallowed up by the flames, his body continued to burn and twist in the flames, seeing Asaph being burned by the flames, Satoru gasped and steadied, although his eyes were slightly dizzy, Wukong roared, and raised the golden hoop stick with bared teeth and smashed it at the head of the man in the flames.

"Boom!"

Wukong was so ruthless that he would not give up if he didn't smash Asap into meat sauce, and the stick smashed down, and the cracked chalk was completely crushed into powder, and the miserable white dust mixed with the demonic flames flew all over the sky, soaring on the fire of Wukong's body, like a mosquito being electrocuted, and then there was a beep explosion.

Until the magic power is exhausted, the explosion around the Monkey King becomes weaker.

He raised the golden rod and was silent for a long time.

"Ahhh

It's like a fist smashed into cotton!

The anger in Wukong's orange eyes never subsided, because in the depression that was shattered, except for the chalk shattered Shi Ling, there was no expected flesh and blood flying at all, or the shadow of the white bone spirit that died into rotten sauce, and there was not even a single hair left.

That guy, he actually ran away?!

Wukong felt like he was going to be pissed off, and he escaped under his own hands as the Monkey King, that bastard thing with oil under his feet!

The rage in Goku's eyes began to move, and he glanced at the fleeing Ice Descendants, baring his teeth fiercely.

If you don't kill the king of the mountain, I'll pay for your life!

Thinking of this, the shallow fire burned on the extinguished golden hoop stick, and Sun Wukong pinned the flame stick with one arm, like a demon god, and frantically rushed into the group of ice descendants who flew and jumped dogs.

This is destined to be another horrific massacre......

"Ahem, ahem!"

On the couch of the general's tent, a weak and handsome man appeared.

His face was as white as paper, his long clothes were black and tattered, exposing large scalded muscles, the man clutched his chest in pain, coughing up blood, and his white hair on his temples seemed to have been burned by the fireworks, and it was difficult to see how handsome and dashing he once was.

This is naturally a fluke, the Lord of Bitmond who escaped from the palm of the Monkey King - Asaph.

"Ahem!"

Asaph vomited out a mouthful of blood again, completely staining the white bedding, just half an hour ago, he was still lying on the bed with the beauty, who would have thought that in just half an hour, even his life would be lost.

"It's General Asaph, you...... How are you? ”

Asaph looked up in disbelief, and when he saw that the owner of the sweet voice who came out of the corner was his favorite beast spirit girl, Asaph's violently beating heart stopped with relief, and he wiped the red blood from the corner of his mouth, and he was indescribably embarrassed and tired.

"General Asaph, what one of you has no conscience to hurt you like this?"

This beast spirit girl has been following General Asaph for a full year, as the beast spirit holder of the two-tailed fox, she has long hair and a shawl that is delicate like water, and she has a natural charm in her gestures.

Su Hongxiujin shallowly covers the fox girl's snowy skin, which can be broken by blowing, and the pure face flows out of the bewitching and shy Xiujing from time to time, which is the most able to hook a man's ****, which makes people want to stop!

The fox girl lay in the arms of General Asaph and wept.

"Hu Qing'er, General Ben will be fine."

General Asaph felt the softness and warmth of the girl in his arms, and couldn't help but feel overwhelmed, but he didn't expect that when his life was hanging by a thread, it was an unarmed fox girl who accompanied him.

Thinking of the **** night's request for the girl, Yasaph's heart and liver softened, and even the severe pain of the burn was diluted a lot, Yasap clenched Hu Qing'er's little hand, and said softly: "Qing'er, I have suffered you, and I have to accompany General Ben to suffer together." ”

Hu Qing'er raised her teary-eyed eyes, and with a naïve hum in her cry, she said unrelentingly: "What the general said, if the general hadn't taken Qing'er in, Qing'er would have fallen into the hands of those soldiers a long time ago, how could Qing'er be, how could ...... it?"

The beautiful woman in her arms had another whimpering cry, and Asaph's heart was broken when she cried.

Asaph loved beauty most of his life, even his own life.

Thinking that he couldn't escape Bitmond today, Hu Qing'er would fall into the hands of those filthy lizardmen and trolls, Asaph clenched his fists fiercely, he didn't dare to think about it anymore, no, he definitely wanted to let Hu Qing'er escape!

However, she can't even escape herself, let alone her who is defenseless and beautiful as a fairy?

Asaph suddenly had a heroic twilight sorrow.

He hugged Hu Qing'er tighter, and for a while, there was no word for a long time.

"General Yasaph, do you want Qing'er to live?"

Hu Qing'er suddenly raised her watery eyes and stared into Asaph's eyes with emotion.

Asaph did not hesitate to say, "Be ......"

Asaph's gentle voice came to an abrupt end.

The golden pupils were shrinking violently, constantly contracting, he stared hard, his eyes slowly downward, Asaph saw a cold dagger stuck in his heart, he felt incredible, but he couldn't move.

That dagger was personally given to Hu Qing'er back then, and it was an ice condensation blade that could even freeze blood.

"General Asaph, does the Ice Condensation Blade taste good?"

Hu Qing'er easily withdrew from Asa's arms and straightened up her delicate body with pity.

In her good-looking autumn pupils, how can there be a trace of sadness?

When Hu Qing'er saw Asaph's mouth moving and her increasingly dim and unwilling pupils, she only had happiness in her heart, she shook her head and said, "Actually, Qing'er came to assassinate you." ”

She bit the word assassination hard, just as her gentle eyes were as cold as ice.

"To be precise, I'm the leader of the army from the Exiles, the Bone Eater Tissue, codenamed Fox."

(Urgent notice, today's author, Jun is going out for a whole day, and I'm going to change it for the time being.) ）

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