Zhou Qingfeng stood on the wall, condescending, and the cold wind blew his face.

Todd and Nal followed from behind, both carrying a large bag full of filled fiery glue. The lighter ignited a strip of cloth, and the two violent maniacs threw the arson napalm out.

Zhou Qingfeng didn't have time to play street battles with the evil insect believers, house by house. Anyway, the building materials of the fortress are all wood, and the rubber gasoline can be burned neatly, but it looks good.

Todd and Nal are both tall and long-armed, and can throw fiery glue more than a hundred meters away. They threw them around, and within a few minutes, the cultists who were hiding in the fortress building could no longer stay and had to run out of the burning house.

Several evil insect priests, who were the leaders, ran out and cast spells together to extinguish the fire. Once the napalm that dissolves the rubber is burned, the flames are blazing, and the heat is high, and ordinary methods cannot be extinguished at all.

When the Evil Insect Priests found that the fire was getting bigger and bigger, they were so angry that they simply ordered hundreds of believers to attack the fortress wall. Recapture the wall and drive away Zhou Qingfeng and the others, they can still take the opportunity to take a breath.

One of the rickets of the Evil Insect Sacrifice was probably the highest, and he pointed at Zhou Qingfeng in the open space inside the fortress and shouted, "Victor. Hugo, I am the spokesperson of the worm walker in the world, do you dare to come down and fight me? ”

The Worm Walker is the honorific title of the evil insect Cayworth, and can be called its spokesman, this priest is a bit level, and it should be the main priest above the fifth level.

This was a morale-boosting phrase. But Zhou Qingfeng, who was coldly watching the 'barbecue' on the wall, really rode his horse and rushed down. 'Shadow' unfurled its tattered bone wings and landed on the building passage within the wall, immediately stomping on all fours and charging towards his opponent.

Due to the fire, the buildings inside the fort emitted smoke and high heat. Hundreds of cultists of evil insects had nowhere to hide, so they could only rush to the passage with limited space.

When Zhou Qingfeng drove the 'Swift Shadow' to rush to kill, a large number of evil insect believers crowded in front of him, blocking the front and back.

The main priest of the evil insect in front seemed to see an opportunity. He actually stood still, but the shadow behind him suddenly reversed, and he repeatedly shifted positions with several evil insect believers nearby, as if trying to interfere with the judgment of the enemy.

However, all this did not work at all.

The screaming cultists ran out of the burning house, clutching swords and spears and colliding with each other. They were dazzled and before they could tell what had happened, they noticed that the head of a monster with dark horns had slammed into them.

Boom......

Blood, shredded flesh, bone stubble, stumps, everything exploded and flew around. Seven little goblins were blessing the 'Shadow' with speed, and the huge impact force penetrated the bodies of four or five believers. The white, the red, the flowers, the colors, all in pieces.

The Shadow spreads its wings, like the scythe of death harvesting life. On the course of its impact, the crying life is like a wave of wheat blown by a cold wind, one wave falls, and another wave.

The Evil Insect Priest at the head held his staff aloft behind him and laughed in a strange tone. He was shouting, he was agitating, he was driving the believers to lay down their lives, to "surround this idiot who had come to die." Surround him first. Then ......, burst! ”

At the scene of the bloody impact, several evil insect sacrifices were full of anticipation of the attack Zhou Qingfeng slowed down and stopped. They let out a piercing howl, and the staff in their hands unleashed a blasphemous aura that made the spirit of the believer more and more frantic and twisted.

However, after the impact, the speed of the skeleton war horse did not decrease but increased, and its momentum was even more domineering. Zhou Qingfeng on horseback burst out with a shout of 'Get out', and the impact of the annular spiritual power expanded to all sides, and the 'Breaking Evil' lit up with a more dazzling light.

The light condensed, like a curved whip blade slashing, pulling out an attack range two or three meters long. Within this boundary, the neighboring believers and the sacrifices are not equal.

One sword splits the defense, two swords regain life, and three swords draw souls.

The shining sword glowed like lightning, and every time it slashed, it was a heavy blow. 'People borrow the horse's momentum, and the horse helps the people', rushing into the enemy formation and not stopping, flying all the way into no man's land, killing the fortress with the heads of people rolling, and the miserable sound is repeated.

The man and horse are one, and the sword is like a thunderbolt, like a violent fire, and it is impossible to look directly.

Blood was spilled, and the ground was red. Broken limbs, broken heads, broken weapons and armor, wounded believers, scattered everywhere, the fortress became a flesh mill in an instant.

'War trampling', the more enemies you kill, the more ferocious and powerful you become. Zhou Qingfeng went straight into the enemy warband, raging to his heart's content, sprinting vertically and horizontally.

The rickety evil insect sacrifice stayed at the rear, thinking that Zhou Qingfeng was trapped in the crowd and could not move. But in the blink of an eye, the other party was about to kill in front of him, so he hurriedly leveled his staff and shouted, "For the glory of my lord, sacrifice." ”

At the point of the staff, more than a dozen evil insect believers exploded uncontrollably. All their flesh and blood are shattered, and their souls burn, becoming ammunition to kill and wound the enemy.

The narrow building passage rumbled, and countless corpses and bones accumulated, just to kill Zhou Qingfeng, who was on a rampage. However, there was a sudden change in the blood mist, and the four hooves of the 'Swift Shadow' struggled, and the tattered bone wings opened, and a layer of light attached to it.

'Wings of Light', a man and a horse flew off the ground, out of the killing range of the self-detonating believers. This leap not only avoided the exploding blood mist, but also swooped down and cut off more than a dozen heads on the ground in one go.

The siege of the cultists failed.

They were screaming as they were killed, and blood was like a fountain. The spears they were armed with were like pitiful flint sticks, unable to inflict even the slightest damage on their opponents. The leather armor on their bodies was as thin as pieces of paper, and they were torn at the slightest stroke, and they died on the spot.

'Swift Shadow' landed, trampling in a sludge of flesh and blood.

The frightened evil insect priest was so frightened that he was about to cry, and Zhou Qingfeng had already arrived in front of him. He looked left and right, still shouting, "Come on, trap him, kill him." ”

The rest of the cultists all threw away their armor and ran backwards, hating themselves for not running fast enough, and pulling their companions in order to add some life to themselves.

Roar......

The head of the 'Shadow' monster opened, and a strong burst of negative energy gushed out of its mouth. The icy cold current is like a burning blue flame, but in fact, it freezes ** and tortures the soul.

The Evil Insect Priest was sprayed by the cold current, and even the believers who fled behind him could not avoid it. They were all frozen into ice sculptures, and they remained in the last frightened form before they died.

The buildings inside the fortress of the Supervision Hall were sturdy and dense, and the narrow passages restricted dodging, and the crowded crowd not only did not become an obstacle for Zhou Qingfeng, but instead became his help.

There is no one general under the 'Breaking the Evil Spirit', and the opponent who kills is scattered and flees in all directions. Because there are too many enemies killed, the state of 'war trampling' has not disappeared. Zhou Qingfeng completely killed from one end to the other.

There were only more than 200 evil insect believers in the fortress, and at this moment, half of the personnel were demoralized by the brutal and unreasonable impact and killing. When the evil insect sacrifice as the backbone was killed and wounded, the other believers finally broke down, and the ghosts cried wolf and fled in a crumbling way.

What was supposed to be a strong fortress was breached in an instant. Inside and outside the wall, there were cries and shouts, and there were dead and wounded everywhere.

Zhou Qingfeng's cloak was full of bloodstains, and he hunted in the wind in the flames. The breath of death condensed on him, and even the 'Swift Shadow' that he rode was like steel cast in iron, invincible.