The strength of monitor lizard warriors should not be underestimated, and they can be called elite existences in any human country.

But they just ran into Zhang Qingfeng.

The huge difference in strength between the two sides is no longer something that can be made up by numbers, and in less than half a pillar of incense, the three hundred monitor lizard warriors were all beaten to the ground.

"I want to see your king, and I have a very important matter to discuss with him, and I would like you to tell him when you return to the city. ”

Zhang Qingfeng came to the captain of the monitor lizard warrior, squatted down, looked at his frightened and resolute eyes, and said lightly: "I don't kill you, I have already shown that I have no ill will towards you, if you continue to send people to intercept and kill if you are not interested, I will not be so polite, go back and tell your boss what I said, I want to talk to him." ”

Bloodthirsty and easy to kill, it does not mean that he is not afraid of death, on the contrary, the more ruthless people are once they are beaten down, they are more afraid of death than ordinary people.

The monitor lizard warriors of the Dark Witch Clan are one such group.

They are responsible for guarding the imperial city, they are high and powerful, and they are superior to others, and it is their duty to stop Zhang Qingfeng, and secondly, they don't take the three of them seriously because of their numerical superiority, and now they are kicked to the iron plate, how dare they be arrogant?

"Let's go!"

Seeing that Zhang Qingfeng didn't kill himself, the captain greeted him and fled back to the imperial city with the remnants of the defeated army.

"Big brother, what should we do now?" the fat monk asked.

Zhang Qingfeng hesitated for a moment and said, "Enter the city." ”

Fifty miles away, not far, not close, if Zhang Qingfeng went all out, he would be able to rush into the city in a few breaths, but right now, he was just walking forward step by step like an ordinary person without cultivation.

After walking for about ten miles, a group of men and horses appeared in front of them, numbering more than a thousand, more than half of them riding monitor lizards, and the rest riding a kind of black panther with two heads.

The battle began quickly.

This group of Dark Witch warriors was ready for battle from five miles away.

As colorful pillars of light fell on them from the sky, a light purple aura was put under each warrior, and the speed of the mount under their crotch suddenly more than doubled!

"Black magic?"

Seeing this scene, the fat monk's eyes suddenly widened, as a powerhouse of the Eight Realms, he could naturally see that several of the red-robed wizards among the riders riding the two-headed black panther were constantly waving the staff in their hands, and every time they waved, dozens of riders were covered with a purple halo.

"This is the speed aura in black magic, which can increase the running speed of the target in a short time, and it is a well-deserved weapon for killing enemies on the battlefield. ”

Zhang Qingfeng also took on the role of a commentator, knowing himself and knowing his opponent, in order to survive a hundred battles, although even if he blessed the speed aura, these black witch warriors could not bring him any threat, but the fat monk and the little black dragon were both entering the black water swamp for the first time, and a little more understanding of the enemy could avoid some accidents.

"Brother, why are they still fighting? Didn't you let that dwarf report that he was going to negotiate?" The little black dragon felt the murderous aura of the other party, and couldn't help but ask Zhang Qingfeng.

Zhang Qingfeng said: "The Black Witch Clan is fierce and warlike, and they are also the most bullying and afraid of the hard, and only when they are completely subdued will the big man behind them come forward...... They don't talk about it because they don't think we're qualified enough. ”

The fat monk snorted coldly and said, "Qualifications? They also deserve to talk about qualifications with the eldest brother, big brother, or we will go straight in and tear down this dark and broken city, and see if their king dares to pretend to be 13!"

Zhang Qingfeng shook his head: "The strong dragon doesn't suppress the head snake, there is no harm in being careful, okay, let's do it, it's still the same as just now, the mount can be killed casually, human life, try to be merciful." ”

The fat monk followed Zhang Qingfeng thousands of years ago, knowing that he was by no means a soft-hearted lord to the enemy, seeing that he was unusual, and he actually tolerated everywhere, he knew that there must be a reason behind this forbearance that he didn't know, and immediately didn't think about it anymore, threw off his steps, and met the rushing Black Witch cavalry.

The little black dragon obeyed Zhang Qingfeng's words, and listened to him not to let him kill, although he didn't feel like it was enjoyable, but he didn't say anything, he saw her jump slightly, and jumped up more than a hundred meters, and her thin body turned into a meteor, and smashed towards the team of the Black Witch Clan cavalry on the opposite side.

It is simply impossible for two people to stop thousands of cavalry without harming human lives, even if it is a fat monk and a little black dragon, they can't do it.

Therefore, in addition to tearing the other party's formation from the middle, most of the remaining cavalry all rushed towards Zhang Qingfeng.

"Looks like I'm going to have to move too. ”

Looking ahead, Zhang Qingfeng rolled up his sleeves and groped for a long time from the storage ring, and finally pulled out an iron rod more than five meters long!

The stick is the thickness of a cup, and it is densely packed with runes, and after taking out the stick, Zhang Qingfeng gently poked it on the ground, and a big hole was poked out of the ground in an instant, and the half-meter-long stick body was inserted into the ground. This inconspicuous-looking iron rod weighs thousands of pounds!

At this time, hundreds of Dark Witch warriors had already rushed over.

Zhang Qingfeng smiled at the corner of his mouth, gently pulled out this long outrageous stick, and swept it left and right at will, and the dozen or so riders who rushed to the front suddenly turned on their backs, and they were all swept into the air!

The fat monk heard the screams from behind, turned his head to look, and just saw Zhang Qingfeng's stick swept back again, and suddenly understood why the little black dragon would use the gun as a stick, the master is like this, and the apprentice can still be good?

In this way, Zhang Qingfeng didn't need any moves at all, just swept a few times at random, and the mounts of nearly a hundred Black Witch warriors were broken by the sweep, and the owner on his back fell.

The gap, the gap in the realm of cultivation is too great.

In front of the powerhouses of the Nine Realms, only the warriors of the Black Witch Clan who had cultivated in the Four Realms were completely vulnerable even if they were blessed with witchcraft.

What is a mayfly shaking a tree, and a mantis arm as a car?

The best example of this is in front of you.

Because of Zhang Qingfeng's shot, more than 1,000 people were all beaten to the ground in just one stick of incense.

Halfway through, several dark wizards unleashed more than a dozen witchcraft with different attributes on Zhang Qingfeng and the others, but all of them were ineffective!

Like the previous time, after completely defeating the opponent, Zhang Qingfeng found their legion commander and restated his intentions, but not long after the opponent fled back with the wounded soldiers, another group of men and horses came out.

"Big brother, they're here again!"

The fat monk looked at the team that couldn't see the end at a glance, and the expression on his face was a little natural.

There were seven or eight thousand people rushing out this time, and there were people running out one after another, looking at the meaning, even if it was not a regular army, it was the other party's helper.

"I'd rather die than give in. ”

Zhang Qingfeng's face also sank, this Black Witch Clan is too ignorant of lifting, he has shown mercy to his subordinates twice, not only are they not grateful, but they really regard themselves as soft persimmons?