Chapter 153: Sivan's Troubles (I)
Marshal Mo Yusheng of the human world has a troublesome thing recently, and his old headache has been committed again.
This problem has been around for a long time, and no panacea can cure it, but as soon as you hear any new trends in the demon world, this problem will immediately disappear, and the whole body will glow with a refreshed and eager state, as long as the drums on the battlefield sound, there is no pain on the body, and you can even carry a nine-flute iron rod to the battlefield.
But recently, the demon clan has not moved at all, which is very annoying, Mo Yusheng has an ice pack on his head every day, lying on the bed sickly, his opponent is Rahu, it is the Rahu who is not sounding, and the blockbuster Rahu, when playing with this opponent, it is not sloppy at all, and you need to be careful with twelve points!
After Rahu unified the demon world, the demon clan was obviously much more difficult to deal with, in the past, the human world could fight with the demon race every day, but since Rahu became the demon ancestor, the demon clan is more often quietly dormant, but as long as it comes out, it is definitely a big disaster.
As the saying goes: the open gun is easy to dodge and the dark arrow is difficult to defend, the enemy has been hiding in the dark, jumping out from time to time, either stabbing you, or giving you a stick, you are not afraid? You don't care? You dare to close your eyes when you sleep? The last time I waited for half a year, Luo Hu led tens of thousands of demon soldiers to hunt and kill gluttony, and also set up three kings to ambush soldiers outside the imperial city.
The human army is preparing for war with a contradictory mood, both hoping that the war will come sooner, but also not wanting to come too fast, the demon soldiers should not be so sudden, startled to appear, it is best to fight the two armies through the kind of battle between the two armies, real swords and real guns to fight the victory, but the demon ancestor Rahu is famous for his deceitful world, when he and you are seriously fighting, you have been stabbed by him I don't know how many knives.
Now the only thing that can be talked about is to conquer the Demon Tomb, Xifan is already an infantry commander, he is always used to being alone, the kind of decisive and cold military temperament on his body, like a lone wolf, from this point of view, he is closer to a commander than Ying Long.
A sentinel came to report that there was a 100,000-strong demon mound in the southeast of the human world, this is a big matter, and it stands to reason that it should be reported to Mo Yusheng, but what did Xifan do? He just waved his hand, and he said, "The idle bones are going to fall apart, I'll go!"
The sentry asked, "Don't you report to the marshal?"
Sivan: "I'll report, you go down!"
The sentry ran out of the military tent, Xi Fan picked up the red pupil sword and carefully studied it for a while, then stood up and walked out of the military tent, so he wouldn't report to any marshal? Even if he reported to the marshal, Mo Yusheng only waved his hand and said a word that was neither light nor serious:
"Your thoughts are my thoughts, you can do it!"
His idea is much simpler and more rude, isn't the Red Pupil Sword in his hand? Wouldn't it be enough to kill the 100,000 people's demon mounds, simple and rude, and effective!
"Blood Pilot-Bloody Journey!"
"Bloodrider - no trace!"
The blood on his body was surging, the red armor appeared, the chest was the head of a Ruilin beast, and the robe behind him danced in the wind, and his steps were very hurried, like a gust of wind.
There is snow drifting in the gray sky, this is the funeral of the 100,000 demon mounds, Xifan's face is like the water of a dead lake, there is not a trace of expression, those eyes are still sharp, they are a pair of numb eyes soaked in death and blood, it is about to forget, the duty of a soldier is to guard, not to kill.
There is no difference between 100,000 Demon Tombs and 200,000 Demon Tombs, but the numbers are different, and the Red Pupil Sword can be leveled by slashing a few more times.
There is no daylight in the Demon Tomb, there is a scarlet moon hanging in the sky, and the snowflakes are fluttering and sprinkled like blood, this snowflake is very cold, and it does not melt when it falls on people, Xifan stepped forward and kicked open the door of the Demon Tomb, and before the demon sentry could shout a word, he was cut into blood foam by a burst of sword blades.
Killing is addictive, the knife in his hand fell, the blood smeared and flew, a complete beast soldier turned into a few fast in an instant, Xifan smiled fiercely, he jumped into the air:
"Scarlet Moon Red Pupil - Sky Tyrant Slash!"
The sword blade slashed, and the entire demon mound trembled, just like cutting wheat, the blade swept away, the crowd was all missing, and the blood sprayed several meters high like a tide, and he saw a respected beast soldier leader in the distance, and saw the black and purple Otherworldly Gate, and he said something that only he could hear:
"No one can run!"
The red pupil sword was thrown by him fiercely, and it happened to be inserted on the otherworldly door, and the otherworldly gate was shattered like a mirror, and a scarlet blood gas passed through the crowd, he caught the red-pupil sword with one hand, and choked the neck of the beast soldier's head with the other hand, what was the beast soldier leader going to say, he shouted:
"Demons—"
Hearing this sentence made his ears callous, Xifan didn't wait for him to finish, and as soon as his palm was forced, the head was pulled down.