The cursed werewolves rushed forward, the beast roared to the sky, the attack front was more than 500 meters wide, and they stretched out their sickle claws, like a flood overflowing the embankment, and pounced on their loved ones.

The refugees did not dare to swing their weapons to kill, they took a few steps back to get out of the way, and waited in a tight group.

"Ahh Cheng Xiaotian roared like thunder, opened his arms and pounced from the top, like a stone mill descending a mountain, smashing the werewolf tide out of a big gap, and thousands of people rolled down the valley together.

However, this did not seem to have much effect, and more werewolves overflowed the fortifications.

"Come again!" Cheng Xiaotian shook off the werewolf that was entangled with him, flew back at a different angle, and once again opened his arms and pounced down.

After the round just now, there were already a lot of scratches on his head and face, but fortunately, he was wearing the silkworm robe, and the werewolf's fangs and claws could not hurt the vital point. And he is no longer in the body, the curse technique is ineffective for him, and the wound is healing rapidly under the infiltration of spiritual power, and there will be no sequelae.

Thundered!

Another large cluster of werewolves rolled down, Cheng Xiaotian smashed a batch, gritted his teeth and flew back, and continued to smash in a different direction. The surging crowd was stirred up by him alone.

After the fortification, the refugees huddled together and looked up at the sky, and as soon as the sky darkened, the ronin swooped down. In an instant, the two sides erupted into a frenzied howl and collided with each other, rolling all over the ground, flesh and blood flying.

No one had ever seen such a tragic battle picture, Cheng Xiaotian's heart was pinched hard, and he silently landed on the log fortifications, and his body couldn't stop trembling.

Tens of thousands of people rolled together, screaming and screaming through the sky, cursing the werewolves to bite like crazy, tearing with their claws, and hurting the bodies of their loved ones. The refugees all screamed loudly and wrestled with their dehumanized family members to try to put the antidote in their mouths.

But this is not easy to do, after becoming werewolves, they not only have sharp teeth and claws, but also become much more powerful, and they are crazy and bloodthirsty, and they have no idea what fear and pity are.

At Cheng Xiaotian's feet, a woman tried her best to stuff a piece of bark into her husband's mouth, but she was disemboweled by sharp claws, and the hot blood mixed with her organs flowed to the ground, and finally the husband and wife both fell to the ground.

Not far away, the two teenagers pressed their father together, and in the process of stuffing the antidote into his mouth, the eldest son's hand was bitten off and he fainted with his father.

On the other side, the mother and son caught the man in the family, but they couldn't control it, the son was scratched all over his body, and the desperate wife finally broke down, wielding a shovel and screaming and shaved off half of her husband's head. The son, who was making desperate efforts, was sprayed with blood all over his face, his body went limp, and he collapsed on the ground crying.

Tragedies are happening everywhere, and Cheng Xiaotian suddenly felt that the sky was spinning, and his eyes were dark, and he fell to the ground. Even if he slaughtered tens of millions of people, he couldn't bear this scene, and Cheng Xiaotian fainted.

Just as he was about to fall to the ground, he suddenly stretched out one palm to support the ground, and his eyes opened again. Those eyes, red, were full of irrepressible hatred.

"I want your life!" With one palm on the ground, Cheng Xiaotian flew up like a meteor catching the moon and smashed into the north slope of the valley.

In the forest at the northern end of the valley, the main force of the third team was assembled, and the whole 20,000 cavalry pressed the formation, and King Jean led a cadre of generals at the front of the queue. Blocked by log fortifications, they could see nothing but the screams of the heart.

"Father, we all deserve to go to hell." Prince Liam said with a trembling face.

In stark contrast to the boiling on the southern slope, the northern slope was silent and silent, and even if Prince Liam said something like that to the king, no one would react. In their minds, in a few moments, there will be a corpse left on the other side, and then tens of thousands of cursed werewolf warriors will be left for them, and all they need to do is wait.

At this moment, a meteor rose up on the southern slope, with a piercing whistling sound, pierced the sky, flew a parabola and smashed over.

"It's the Lord of the Arathi Basin, on alert!" There were guard officers shouting loudly, but the dawn of the day was extremely fast, and before the guards here made any moves, the "meteor" had already been smashed!

Choke long!

A heart-wrenching metal collision sounded, and Cheng Xiaotian's figure of high-speed impact suddenly stopped, his body was horizontal in the air, and the Yuntong Sword in his hand was pointed on a bronze shield.

"Great Lord, do you want war?" Jean rolled his shield and said coldly.

Cheng Xiaotian didn't say anything at all, let go of the sword and turned around, and the blade of the sword slid against the shield like a swimming fish. Just by looking at him, Cheng Xiaotian tested the opponent's combat power to get a rough idea, Jean-Greymane is a fourth-order warrior, but his ability is weaker than that of Boval Pagoda.

Jean snorted angrily, raised the shield upward, and a one-handed sword appeared, piercing Cheng Xiaotian's heart from the bottom up.

Cheng Xiaotian's face was distorted and stared at King Jean, the sword momentum changed, and it hit the tip of the stabbing sword, and his body was immediately hit by the rebound force and flew upward, crashing through the dense canopy and disappearing.

"Defend the King!" The nearby guards shouted and rallied around the king, hundreds of spears raised and pointed to the sky.

Everyone looked up, and in the gap that Cheng Xiaotian had pierced, a little blue starlight suddenly flew down and stabbed towards Ji En Tianlinggai.

This sword didn't seem to have much strength, Jean didn't care too much about this blow, raised his shield with his left hand to meet it, his vision was just covered, and he chased after the flying sword, Cheng Xiaotian pounced viciously.

Although there were many guards around, Cheng Xiaotian and the king were too close, they didn't dare to make a move at all, and watched Cheng Xiaotian stomp on the shield. Jean felt his hand sink, and a strong force pressed down, and the war horse under his crotch neighed and collapsed to the ground.

King Jean was furious, holding his sword on the ground with his right hand, his body spinning upward, and his one-handed sword slashed with unparalleled might.

Cheng Xiaotian never said a word, and ravaged up in the face of the attack, and pointed his long sword at Jean's throat. This time it was lightning fast, Jean moved half a beat slower, and had to stop the attack, raise his shield and take a step back.

Cheng Xiaotian took the lead, and immediately pressed forward step by step, and the sword posture was like a dragon without stopping, completely enveloping the opponent. Jean was unsteady on his feet, forced to retreat, retreating, his back tightened, leaning against a man, and his pace stopped.

"Oops!" King Jean exclaimed in his heart, and a touch of anger appeared on his face.

Cheng Xiaotian pressed over with his sword again, not giving him a chance to breathe, he gritted his teeth and roared, picked up his shield and flew towards Cheng Xiaotian's faces, and at the same time he reached back with his left hand and touched his lower back. There was a strangely shaped scythe, about a foot long, that shone with a blue glow.

The shield smashed head-on, Cheng Xiaotian didn't stop, still rushing forward, and was about to smash to the moment, his waist suddenly seemed to be broken, his upper body folded back violently, and the shield grazed his chest and smashed into the air.

King Jean had already grasped the scythe in his hand by this time, but before he could draw it, his face changed sharply.

I saw that Cheng Xiaotian's waist had just turned back, and a little blue star appeared from behind him and shot at his face. It turned out that the flying sword had been following Cheng Xiaotian all along, waiting for the best time to launch.

The distance between the two was only a few meters at this time, and the flying sword was already growing in speed, and Jean had not fully reacted, and the flying sword had already shot into the face with sharp energy! The line of sight was full of blue sword light.

Fortunately, Jean's combat quality is extremely high, and at the last moment, the hand he stretched out behind his waist pushed the person who was leaning back, and his body was deflected by the reaction force, and he was able to dodge the flying sword, and the sword qi brushed across his cheek, cutting a long gap. And the person behind him was pushed by him, and his footsteps staggered back, unable to control his posture and unable to dodge the sword.

Jean was secretly shouting "luck", and a muffled snort came from behind him, as if someone had been struck by the sword.

The next moment, the guards surrounding the place erupted in panic and exclamation, and Jean looked back in shock, and his face suddenly turned pale.

His only son, Liam Greymane, stood in the glade, head down, and reached out and touched his chest. There was a large hole in the side, and the blood was pouring down. (To be continued.) )