As soon as I arrived at the gate of the middle city, I saw that hundreds of Shura soldiers were forced to withdraw from the city gate, and a few soldiers could not retreat, so they fell to the ground in the confusion, and were beaten into meat by dense demons with iron rods and bricks. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Seeing this scene, the Shura shooters who arrived were furious and shouted to kill them all.

Mu Qingyang sighed, snatched an iron tire bow, shot an arrow, and the demon who rushed to the front was shot through, and the iron arrow castrated non-stop, piercing three demons in a row before stopping.

The hundreds of Shura soldiers who had originally retreated saw Mu Qingyang leading the army rushing over, cheered loudly, did not retreat, but advanced, rushed back and slashed and slashed again and again.

The place where the weapons and armor were stored was not found by the demons, these demons were stripped of their armor and weapons, and their combat effectiveness was extremely low, and they were stopped by the hundreds of Shura soldiers who slashed indiscriminately and charged the momentum.

"Kill!"

The Shura soldiers' eyes were red, and for a while, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the demon who rushed out of the middle gate was the first to be the soul of the soul under the sword.

The difference in strength between the two sides is too great.

Soon the demons on the periphery were emptied, and Mu Qingyang was the first to rush into the middle gate. Before the crazy Shura soldiers entered, he shouted: "All the rebels kneel down for me, are you really sent to death, whoever dares to rebel will slaughter the city, and then you will harm the whole city!" ”

At this time, the archer regiment had already occupied the high ground of Midtown. In an instant, wasp-like arrows flew out, and the fleeing slaves fell to the ground screaming, each with several arrows in their bodies, and even soldiers hundreds of meters away could not escape the attack of the arrows.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot, I surrender!" The demon who had narrowly escaped the sharp arrow quickly fell to his knees, not daring to move again. The lesson of blood made these demons stand up obediently, their eyes were still full of anger and resentment, but no one dared to look at Mu Qingyang.

No one dares to understand the threat of slaughtering the city.

The soldiers who escaped slowly gathered, there must have been some fish that slipped through the net, but the number of prisoners gathered in front of Mu Qingyang also reached six thousand.

"Take them and assemble at the outer gate!"

Mu Qingyang left an order and rode his horse to the outer city gate. By this time the fire at the gate had been gradually extinguished.

The Demon Legion was preparing its army, and the sky was getting dark. In the north, there was a dark cloud of black oppression, thunder and wind, and a torrential rain came.

After a night of torrential rain, the moat became turbulent, and the demon army suddenly attacked like an aphrodisiac, starting at 10 a.m. All the Wyverns and Thunderbeasts all went out and launched the most tragic attack since the beginning of the war.

Under the absolute superiority of combat power, the city gates and city walls are in danger.

It's the last moment. The Shura soldiers were almost desperate. And the captives who had gathered in the city also watched the invaders retreat, and they sang in unison, laughed loudly, and looked forward to the moment when the city was broken.

Mu Qingyang heard the singing of the demon captives, in the case of the surrounding Shura army, these demon captives were not afraid, they had completely let go, everyone knew that this protracted battle had come to an end, they no longer needed to be afraid, just wait for the city to break, pick up arms and drive these invaders out of their homes.

"Sing, sing."

The Blood Guard Commander beside Mu Qingyang looked out of the city, and suddenly there was a cold and strange look in his eyes.

"Let me drive out the slaves and demon people of Midtown and gather here." He suddenly crossed over Mu Qingyang's cold order.

There was a sudden chaos in the middle of the city, and when the demons saw the rows of men, women, and children driving out of the middle gate, their faces changed, and their singing stopped abruptly.

"What are you going to do?" Mu Qingyang asked strangely.

"Do what?" The Blood Guard Commander sneered, "Of course they are used to stop the Demon Legion!" ”

"You're crazy, you can't do that!" Mu Qingyang's forehead was bruised.

The wind became stronger, and the rain finally turned from three or two to a pour, and a white splash splashed in the moat water. In the midst of the raging storm, the people of the city wept like a trumpet for a lonely soul in the wilderness.

The Blood Guard Leader turned his gaze to the outside of the walls, and the rain trickled down from his hair, pouring out of his face.

"I didn't have a choice! If this continues, the city gate will soon be broken, General Mu, I will not let my soldiers die in vain. ”

Shura has his own rules, and Mu Qingyang is an outsider after all. Let alone...... Will he be able to stop the Blood Guards from doing anything to survive? This cruel act. It's just a continuation of the law of the jungle, humans evolved from beasts.

Mu Qingyang really felt tired, and after today's battle, he was afraid that he would have to carry a heavier burden.

"Open the gates. Let's fight to the death with the demon legions! ”

The Blood Guards raised their arms and shouted.

"Fight to the death, fight to the death, fight to the death!" A loud sound pierced the rain and fog and pierced the clouds. The demon legions in the distance were all on alert and at war. The Abyss Demon King Los stood on the chariot and looked in the direction of the Night Swamp, and in his ears was the wild shouts of the Shura soldiers "fight to the death".

"Is it finally coming out?" Los sneered, in the white rain and mist, as a clone of the real demon king, he couldn't see the scene in the dark night swamp at all with limited strength.

At this time, the gate of the Night Swamp creaked loudly, and as long as they came out for a decisive battle, the situation was decided.

Los quickly ordered the Thunderbeast Stormtroop to be put into combat readiness, killing and seriously wounding eight Thunderbeasts in the previous days. There are only twelve thunderbeasts left in the Stormtrooper today. Despite this, if the Shura Army dares to come out, it will definitely be dead or alive.

Verified everyone's conjectures. The drawbridge was lowered, and the city gate slowly opened, and at this time, there were many ...... at the gate

"Infantry!"

Luo Si snorted lightly, and looked at the people around him, unable to figure out what Mu Qingyang was doing. Mu Qingyang is by no means stupid, but he sent the infantry out, which is so abnormal that people are suspicious.

The demon legions did not advance, but lined up vigilantly in arrays, watching more and more "infantry" come out of the dark swamp.

"No, unlike the infantry, they don't even have weapons and armor!" As they got closer, the soldiers finally let the Abyss Demon King Los discover something strange.

"These people, these clothes...... It's our demons, damn it, these are our ordinary people! What the hell do these bastards want to do? "The black pressed a large number of demons, but behind them were lined up with blood guard cavalry, driving and constantly rushing towards the demon army.

Los looked at the demon army that was getting closer and closer, and shouted angrily: "Stop! All the demons ahead have stopped! "No one paused, because the Shura army had already controlled the demons of the Night Swamp, and most of the demons' families were among them, and they had to obey the orders of the Shura army, otherwise their people would be slaughtered.

"What to do? Checkmate! "All the officers looked at Loos, and if they charged, they would be the first to face their compatriots.

Only then did the Abyss Demon King Los understand that the ruthlessness of that group of Shura was beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

The commander of the Shura Blood Guard counted the distance, and when the chariot appeared within range, he laughed viciously, raised his bow and arrows, and shouted, "Go!" ”

Shaking your hand is an arrow! Almost at this moment, 10,000 arrows were fired!

"Woohoo!" The arrows crisscrossed the sky flew in, the range of the bow of the Shura army far exceeded the imagination of the demon army, the sharp arrows like flying locusts fell, and the soldiers in the front of the demon army were shot by powerful bows and arrows.

The Blood Guards scattered to the sides.

Looking at the neat movements of the Shura Army, the Abyss Demon King Luos felt a big cry in his heart, and shouted: "Flying Dragon Team, stop them." ”

"General, the wind is too strong, and it will be difficult for the Wyverns to attack." The leader of the Wyvern Regiment responded coldly. As the Flying Dragon Regiment supporting the Demon Legion, they were not directly under the jurisdiction of this stand-in, but this time, in order to help him attack the city, the Flying Dragon Regiment, which has always been known as the "Overlord of the Sky", lost eighteen Flying Dragons, which made the leader of the Flying Dragon Regiment feel distressed and annoyed. Wyverns are already very difficult to cultivate, and they lose one less one. In such a harsh environment, it was normal for the leader of the Wyvern Regiment to have such a reaction.

Los's stand-in was so angry that he almost cursed, but he had to control his anger. These Wyvern Knights were extremely arrogant, if they really turned around, it was not something he could control at all, he could only say in as calm a tone as possible: "Captain Norwe, you also see the current situation, if my demon army is defeated, it will be the demon clansmen who suffer." As a demon clan, can Captain Norway bear to see these tens of millions of people being slaughtered by these evil wolves? ”

Another flurry of bows and arrows flew, and the demon legions had begun to disarray. Their counterattack could not reach the Shura army, and those who died were only the prisoners of the demon army who rushed to the front.

The Blood Guard cavalry circled the sides of the demon legion. Began a stormy ride shooting.

When it comes to knights, the Shura Kingdom is absolutely unparalleled in the world, not to mention the ace of the Blood Guard Cavalry, this kind of rushing on the plains is their favorite.

These turtles retreated into the city, and they had already held back their ruthlessness, and they were completely fatal when they rushed to kill. The demon captives and the demon legions finally mingled in one place, in chaos.

The thunderbeast in front of the formation could no longer endure the sharp arrows like ants. Even if you are bitten by a mosquito, if there are too many mosquitoes, they will go berserk.

The chaos of the Thunder Beast directly led to the collapse of the Demon Legion's defensive system. Several large thunderbeasts rushed to the right. On the way, hundreds of demonic captives were taken, and the big feet of thunder beasts trampled on. The demons that stepped on it became a puddle of flat flesh and mud, blood mixed with muddy water, flowing everywhere on the battlefield.

In the face of terrifying monsters, the demon captives take refuge in all directions, and the scene becomes more and more chaotic. Mu Qingyang watched the flow of people coldly, and rushed towards the middle of the demon legion.

The Shura's move is indeed ruthless enough. At this moment, the demon army and the demon captives were in chaos, shouting, angry reprimands, scolding, chaotic, in the storm, these voices flickered far and near, and they couldn't really be heard at all.

Mu Qingyang broke a path and rushed into the forward camp of the Demon Legion, and in the wild shout, the big gun drilled out like a swimming dragon. The rain and mist were pierced by a gunshot, and a burst of stabbing heads and faces, the sadness in Mu Qingyang's heart almost made his body uncontrollable, terrible catharsis, like a flood bursting the embankment.

Nightmares rush into the torrent of demon legions, spears like stingers of swordfish swimming upstream, strangler all obstacles in their path. Everywhere the guns passed, all the demon legion soldiers fell sideways, and the soldiers who had been baptized by spears all appeared bloody egg-sized deep holes in their chests, heads, and throats, and blood gushed out, staining the earth red, and the rain quickly diluted the bright red. This war, by this point, has gone completely crazy.

Mu Qingyang is in this crazy torrent, if he doesn't want to be swallowed up, he can only struggle.

In the next hourglass time, the heavens and the earth seemed to have become a black hole that sucked any sound, everyone ran wildly on the battlefield, but could not hear a sound, the ears seemed to be deaf, the sound of the rainstorm, the shouting of killing disappeared, you can only see the twisted and hideous and frightened faces, they shouted with all their might, opened their mouths wide, and the green tendons on their throats bulged, but the rain that poured into their mouths drowned out all sounds. The only sound was the sound of the heart beating violently in the chest, like a drum beating in the back of my head. The blood mist in front of him was filled, and any scene was covered with a thin red film, and with the dense rain of arrows, the corpses of enemy soldiers were spread all over the ground in front of the battle. Tens of thousands of cavalry trampled each other and made a mess for a long, long time.

Mu Qingyang no longer knew how many people he had killed, his hands were completely mechanically waving, slashing, blood splattering, and human heads fell to the ground. The armor on his body had already been torn, and in the back and forth charge, as the most forward, he no longer knew how many shots and swords he had been hit, there was no pain, and the senses of his whole body were numb, and at that moment, except for the constant fighting, there was no feeling left in his mind.

At this moment, there was a sudden uproar in the north. A scream is so familiar. Mu Qingyang raised his eyes and suddenly felt that the blood in his body was cold at that moment.

I saw that a person was caught in the air by a flying dragon above the diagonal level, and the flying dragon opened its mouth and swallowed the person's head!

It's the Bloodguard Commander.

The battlefield, which had been covered by a cold killing intent, suddenly burned like a raging fire, and his death seemed to announce the end of Shura's invasion.

The wyvern threw down the corpse and pulled its body high.

There was a tingling pain in his back, and when Mu Qingyang lost his mind for a moment, the demon legions around him saw the opportunity to attack.

The pain made Mu Qingyang's dazed mind explode all at once. He turned abruptly, his distorted face, his eyes full of mad and terrible murderous aura, as bright as a blood diamond. The spear pierced his epidermis and could no longer advance a point, the muscles of Mu Qingyang's whole body were tense like pieces of iron, and the boiling murderous aura turned into a swirl of substance, and the soldiers who pierced him were pierced by his eyes full of despair and irritability, and almost all the blood in his body coagulated into ice. The cold air came from Mu Qingyang's extremely suppressed power. The spiritual power finally broke through the shackles and exploded unscrupulously outside the body.

His hand grasped the spear and pulled it as hard as his own, and the soldier was pulled to him with great force, and the look of panic and despair in his eyes had not yet retreated. I found that my neck was choked by a cold hand.

There is no mercy in Mu Qingyang's eyes, this is the battlefield, there are only victory and defeat, death and survival.

Nothing else.

No!

His right hand tightened. With a sharp twist, the painful bone cracking sound pulled outward! "Poof-" Blood spilled. The demon soldier's head was dragged off by him, and he grabbed the big one. Raised high, blood dripping from the short neck, feeling the bloody blood falling on his back, the tip of his tongue was cold and salty.

When his eyes looked around at the chaotic killing scene on the battlefield, Mu Qingyang suddenly laughed loudly. The voice spread far away: "Kill-kill-whoever wants my life, I will take whom's life, you just come!" Come on! ”

Like a wounded wolf king, he threw the last spoonful of boiling oil in the boiling battlefield. His arrogant and ruthless appearance with his head raised in a terrible and frantic manner made the demon legions frightened, and no one approached, not even the Wyvern dared to look at him from afar. Mu Qingyang threw the corpse away.

The caracer laughed loudly and rushed into the turbulence of the enemy army.

"Avenge the Commander!" The Shura soldiers screamed spontaneously, and the violent storm could not reduce the killing intent of the soldiers to erupt like molten lava, and on the battlefield, it was impossible to tell who was the voice, who was crying, who was shouting, who was ordering, and who was roaring.

Everyone is red-eyed, and everyone is left with only one belief, kill the enemy in front of them, kill all the enemies.

Mu Qingyang rode alone and rushed the most fierce and fastest, his nightmare was like a raging fire, rushing back and forth in the field, rushing through, and the puddles on the ground "trampled" splashed a cloud of water.

Figures keep flickering in front of you! Panic, wailing, running, and then a brilliant stream of light and shadow. He has only one goal.

"Rush me, stop him!" The stand-in shouted in horror, and he found that the direction of Mu Qingyang's sprint was the main chariot he was standing in.

"Hurry up! Whoever dares to retreat, military law will deal with it! ”

Almost crazy roar, this stand-in did not end up in person, but it had already been infiltrated by this hellish killing battlefield. Only a more embarrassed escape was in response, there were hardly any intact creatures on the route of Mu Qingyang's arrow-like charge, Mu Qingyang rushed closer and closer, in the rain and fog, his flat black helmet was even more hideous, and there were two bloodshot eyes.

The stand-in kept backing away on the chariot, he couldn't face the crazy gaze, the air was like a sealed glass cover, he felt that his whole body was sealed, he had no way out. As if being sucked deeper and deeper by a huge vortex, the soul of the Los stand-in was constantly struggling.

No, he couldn't die, he finally cried out in despair.

The voice was weak and soft, like a drowning man who had just been fished out of the water and had only one breath left. The roar of the flying dragon came, and a huge shadow swept across the sky, it was Norwe, the most powerful warrior of the flying dragon regiment, and finally attacked, the flying dragon faced the storm and rushed towards Mu Qingyang, the huge mental pressure receded like a tide, and in the face of the powerful king of the flying dragon, Mu Qingyang could only choose to deal with it wholeheartedly.

The demon king's stand-in tiredly held on to the railing of the chariot, the short mental confrontation just now was definitely the most terrible battle he had ever experienced, cold sweat flowed down his forehead, and he almost collapsed.

Mu Qingyang looked at the rushing flying dragon from afar, the corners of his mouth twitched, his left hand moved, and when the white shadow like green smoke flew in, he raised his gun and fought hard.

There was no sound, and Norway was completely subconsciously dodging, which came from his well-honed combat nerve reflex, and his right arm was cold. First, the head of the iron spear slowly fell to the ground, and then a red line appeared on the exposed skin at the elbow of the right arm, and a sharp pain hit. The red line grew thicker and thicker, splattering blood and hitting the ground with his right hand.

Norway was shocked, angry and scared, what kind of speed was this.

Norway endured the severe pain and controlled the wyvern to rise to the top. Suddenly, his whole body was cold, and the murderous aura around him enveloped him, and the flying dragon also let out a sharp cry, and his orange-yellow eyes stared at the fierce fiery red horseman. (To be continued.) )