Looking at the roof not far away, the martial artists with their fists and feet combined, their moves are fierce and fatal.

Look at the chaotic, normal and abnormal people in the streets.

Looking at the well-trained feather guards and guards interspersed in the crowd, their faces were tense and their movements were neat.

Looking at the torn paper lanterns, the smashed blackened tea shed tables and chairs, and the crooked doors and windows......

For a moment, Ye Qingyi closed his eyes, took a deep breath, suppressed the shock and panic in his heart, and led the four of them into chaos.

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On the battlefield, the soldiers in dark blue armor were all red-eyed, the speed and defense recovery ability of the demons were outrageous, their knives slashed through the demons' bodies, their arrows passed through the demons' bodies, and their spears pierced the demons' shoulder blades......

However, when they were about to slash a second time, the other party's wound quickly recovered.

Their knives, their arrows, and their spears, in the eyes of the demons, are just like the spikes of cacti, and the thorns hurt a little, but there is no threat after all.

They were terrified, even more angry.

They fell down one by one, and the picture they were looking for in their eyes was the demon clan who was seriously injured or killed by Tianxiu and died out, and then it was frozen and became the last reflection left in the pupils.

Kaoru has never experienced war, although she understands the cruelty and bloodiness of war, and for her, who has witnessed the killing and devouring, she is shocked, angry with shock, and trembling with shock.

Seeing the tenacious and unyielding soldiers in his eyes being ruthlessly strangled, he saw the Tianxiu who had insufficient strength to fight back.

See the corpses all over the field, see the ...... that others can't see

Devoured by the demons even more cruelly... The soul of a warrior.

Her eyes lit up somewhere, her eyes gradually reddened, and she suddenly swung out the Tingxue Sword and rushed into the battlefield.

The moment the delicate shadow suddenly appeared in front of a certain demon, the white sword body in vain burst into flames, scorching and dazzling.

Before the demon could react, he felt that the lilac figure disappeared suddenly, and then his waist was hot and hot, and he subconsciously looked down, his eyes were panicked.

The body burned from the waist to the sides, but in a few breaths, there was no dust left in place.

Gradually, some people noticed the purple and red figure on the battlefield that reflected the firelight, and the figure ran through the battlefield, from west to east, and everywhere in the past, there were always demons who were cut down and disappeared.

There are joys and surprises.

In the battlefield of tens of thousands of people and demons, it was like thunder piercing the sky, drawing a shocking red.

On the east side of the battlefield, not far from the most widespread demon race, the two women's eyes were calm, like the bloody battlefield in front of them, and their heart-rending howls were just a drama that could be manipulated and changed at will.

The first is a dark red dress decorated with mandala embroidery, and her hair is windless and automatic.

The woman's forehead is full of hair, her eyes are charming, and her lips are slightly hooked, which is extremely enchanting and charming.

She pinched a cluster of fresh and elegant flower branches with her fingertips, her eyes paused slightly, and she raised her hand slightly to smell the flowers.

"You say, where is this clove beautiful?"

The charming woman in the long black dress behind her chuckled and played with her waist-length black hair:

"What, changed the taste? Such a stingy little wildflower, don't you also look at it? I don't know who said that those are just a bunch of rough branches and rotten leaves. ”

"But how can anyone like this rough branch and rotten leaves?"

The leading woman pinched her fingertips, and the half-open and half-closed cloves were broken at the waist and thrown to the side, and the small flowers were sprinkled and scattered.

The moment the branches and leaves hit the ground, they instantly blackened, and then the half-opened flowers that fell rotted on the ground, and in the end, there was no longer a trace of lilacs.