"Smack!" a thunderbolt of blue arc sent her into the air, rolling three times in mid-air, and then falling headlong, the howls of fear replaced by those of severe pain.

When the arc fell, people could see that it was a tattered hemp rope, and the one holding one end of the hemp rope was the big man in the Interpretation Sect, Han Chan'er.

"Cry, cry, cry, you know how to cry! If you dare to snort again and disturb the morale of the army, I will directly throw you down from the city to feed the mice! Get up and continue to move stones!" Han Chan'er shouted sharply, and the world looked at the "long whip", but who could know how envious she was in her heart at the moment she raised the hemp rope in her hand, and how she envied this innocent little girl who could cry underground.

"Who wouldn't want to sit on the ground and cry. Han Chan'er, who threw down the hemp rope, sighed softly, but she didn't notice that everyone, including the little girl, began to grind at this moment.

Because there is no hope, there will be no motivation at all, because without spiritual motivation, no matter how strong the vitality is, it will be quickly exhausted.

With the lessons of the past, the girls no longer dared to sit on the ground and cry to vent, but the despair and fear that spread like a virus pressed the eyes of every flower girl into tears.

The source of the growing fear was not the creaking of the heightened pitch, the creaking of the approaching walls, the shaking of the walls, but the screams of the other side.

"I can't run away. This thought also precipitated in the heart of Liang Yunfeng, who was surrounded by shouts and screams.

If there were only blue rat swarms attacking from those two directions, Great Elder Feng Lieshan's strong man's broken arm plan should still allow the Demon Wei Pavilion to escape some of the new forces, but when the black crests on the entire river all condensed and became a breeding ground for blue ** rats, any escape plan was completely useless.

The people of the Demon Pavilion, but there is no section of the city wall that can be guarded, directly facing the frenzy of blue ** rats on the wide river bank, they can only fill it with their lives, and even, it is simply a collective closing and waiting for death.

Just like Liang Yunfeng at this time, as a wise man who commands the battle among the official disciples, he is actually like a cannon fodder soldier, breaking through and running for his life in the encirclement of enemies infinitely larger than his own, although everyone who is with him knows that they actually have no life to run.

"Kill!" was originally a battle horn for hand-to-hand combat, but at this moment, it had already turned into a scream on deathbed, and the official disciples of the Demon Pavilion, like the temporary disciples at this time, did not have any city wall to shelter, and could only rely on flesh and blood to fill the bottomless stomach and intestines of the rats one by one.

Liang Yunfeng and his entourage stood side by side, pushed by the people behind them, and also pushed the people in front, watching as the lives of the same physique, the same cultivation, and the same age that they knew or didn't know very well, turned into ice sculptures in front of their eyes, and turned into crunchy biscuits in the mouths of the rats. The blue-black Gangfeng swirled around them, like a soft and weak rag, and with all his strength, he could only whip those blue-white rats away, but he couldn't reduce the number of monsters at all, the people behind them, the people around them, and the people in front of them, including themselves, completely lost the space to pull out the axe because of the drastic reduction of the encirclement, not to mention the space for throwing hidden weapons, everyone was shoulder to shoulder, chest to back, and all everyone could do was to drum up the Gangfeng in vain, running the magic power, waiting for the bite that completely froze themselves。

The blue-black wind gradually turned to black and purple, and occasionally two blood-red rays of light exploded, bringing up one or two blood-red whirlwinds, blowing three or five mice into the distance, Liang Yunfeng knew that it was the senior brothers who directly launched the forbidden art, a suicide attack at the cost of their lives.

And then the eggs.

In the face of the endless swarm of rats, they had no way to repel the attack of Broken Heart Chill at the moment.

One by two, two in a row, the formal disciples who were far more expensive than the temporary disciple Jin disappeared neatly like the most worthless cannon fodder at this time. The blue front line is still advancing, and the flesh and blood have no way to retreat.

Liang Yunfeng's mind was completely empty.

He pushed mechanically, shouting "Kill!", drumming the wind, clenching his fists, stomping slightly, and gritting his teeth, but he didn't know if this was encouraging the monsters on the other side to kill their own personnel faster, and turn himself and his brothers into that cold nothingness.

"Kill!" He shouted with the people around him, urged the so-called, clenched his fists together, and watched his comrades turn into ice slag one after another, licked clean by the gluttonous demon rats, and waited for death with their eyes open or closed, or grab the companions around you as a meat shield, or turn around and run away, you can't do it at all, because there is no extra space for these people to move.

He was just like that, watching the "meat shields" in front of him disappear one after another, letting fear clench the alveoli behind his ribs, he roared, and everyone around him roared, "Kill!" The roar of the majestic mountains and rivers is not a clarion call for a charge, not a declaration of life, nor a generous farewell song, but a twisted and perverted vent of boundless fear.

The last person standing in the way of the front is gone.

His eyes were wide open, and his gaze was straight to the eyes of the blue-haired mouse in front of him.Blood-red eyes to blood-red eyes, in that unique second, they looked at each other for a moment, and the blood-red eyes reflected in the blood-red eyes, and a man and a mouse froze each other, completely unable to move.

It was in that unique second that they understood each other, and they saw the hearts behind each other's blood-red eyes. Their blood-red eyes were full of killing and madness, but behind this sand rate and madness, it was not the gentleness like water that people expected, nor the distorted justice, but a nothingness, the most complete nothingness.

They are the same kind, just like today's Demon Dao, they are the most suitable group of people to practice historical nihilism. They are busy all their lives, they are arrogant, they are domineering, but they will never leave anything worth singing to this world.

A second passed like that.

For a second, among the miserable sounds of all the struggles and screams, the squeaks of rats communicating with each other, the clatter of their claws across the black ice fields, the gnawing of walls, and the sound of devouring the living, there was another sound as musical.

The voice sounded like fairy music, but also like an illusion, and the voice made all the people who were still alive here think that it was the rite of heaven and glory, as if there was really a god who came down to earth to rescue them from the sea of suffering and take them to the paradise of eternal life.

The whining wind was high and low, like water tenderness, like a dreamy song, and those blue flame rats bred from the black glacier, at the same time as hearing the sound of the wind like fairy music, actually all stopped, and froze in place, like a machine that suddenly lost power.

The people who were surrounded, whether it was Lian Yunfeng or Feng Lieshan, whether it was the Demon Wei Pavilion or the Interpretation Sect, were completely unaware that the situation had changed at this moment, and they still continued the work at hand wishfully, throwing stones and throwing stones, and running the Divine Skill, Mingquan even pulled up a Demon Wei Pavilion disciple to block in front of him again, waiting for the next attack of the mice.

The blue-faced demon rats froze still, and with the sound of the business-like wind, a sound of balloon leaking sounded correspondingly on their bodies.

The sound was sporadic and faint at first, but gradually merged into a dejected wave, and as the sound progressed, the rats, covered in a terrifying blue flame, quickly deflated as if they were real balloons.

The blue flame was extinguished as soon as it was seen, and only the red torches in the hands of the disciples of the Interpretation Sect and the Demon Wei Pavilion illuminated the vast and lonely underground space.

Liang Yunfeng stiffened, stretched out his right foot with an almost zombie-like awkward movement, and gently flicked the bones on the ground, a few seconds ago, it was still a mutant Red Flame Demon that looked at him fiercely and was thinking about how to eat himself.

The bones didn't make any protest against Liang Yunfeng's behavior, like a pile of leftover chicken bones, which were scattered by him and scattered aside. Liang Yunfeng's stiff expression seemed to be suddenly energized, and it suddenly twisted into a demonic expression, and then poured a large handful of black and purple gangfeng into his feet, shoveling up a large piece of bones on the ground with a fierce kick, and kicked it out heavily.

His movements woke up the people around him, and for a while, cheering, howling, scolding, convulsing, and dancing demons, the ghost-like sounds, through the surface of the river that had frozen into ice fields, came from afar.

Then the sound was drowned out in a very loud sound of the walls falling.

On the other side of the river, all the women of the Xie Yu Sect sat on the ground with their buttocks and cried loudly, even Xu Mengli.

"Saved——......"

was saved, and the Interpretation Sect only paid one elder (or the Hedao elder who accompanied the last seat) twenty-four girls, and relied on the city wall left by Silver Dust to obtain a brilliant victory called survival.

The girls hugged each other, fought gently, and gnawed at each other sweetly, unaware that the collapsed city wall had attracted the attention of everyone in the Mowei Pavilion on the other side.

They were celebrating, celebrating their luck rather than their victory. The moment the city wall collapsed, it was the moment when those rats collectively leaked and dried up, if it was a second or two earlier, let those blue demons rush in, it would be almost the same for the Interpretation Sect, if not a catastrophe.

They were clear, unaware that a new danger was approaching, of course, it turned out later that this was only a danger on paper, because at this time, there were no more people left in the Demon Pavilion, than the people from the Interpretation Sect.

The Demon Pavilion, which had more than 1,000 people, was besieged by the Cold Flame Demon Rat for nearly half an hour in the open land on the riverbank like a wilderness, and it was really a matter of luck that the whole army was not wiped out. The temporary disciples must have been completely wiped out, even if it was Shi Bai and Zhang Baisheng, they did not appear in the field of vision of the disciples of the Demon Wei Pavilion again, and nearly half of the formal disciples led by Liang Yunfeng survived, but it also became the biggest loss since Sang Tianliang came to power. The high-end talents in the realm of distraction also have varying degrees of losses, especially what annoys Feng Lieshan is that in order to live for himself, Mingquan relied on the distraction realm to pull three disciples of the distraction realm as meat shields, and one of them is an excellent disciple that Sang Tianliang pays more attention to.

This matter, to put it mildly, can even be a reason for the Demon Pavilion to declare war on Cosmos.

Feng Lieshan was having a gloomy face, listening to Mingquan's so-called "explanation" with threats and quibbles, and suddenly received a report from Liang Yunfeng, saying that there was a city on the opposite bank, and there were people suspected of being Central Plains warriors shouting and celebrating inside, so he put Mingquan aside and turned his head to deal with this matter, originally, this matter had nothing to do with the Demon Wei Pavilion, but at this time, Feng Lieshan saw that the thousand disciples of the Demon Wei Pavilion were dead and there were less than five hundred, and his heart was bottomless, and he felt that such a small team might not be able to support it alone, so he drew Zhao Detian's attention and prepared" coerced the Son of Heaven to order the princes", using his name to recruit a new batch of cannon fodder, at this time, follow Liang Yunfeng to see the movement over there, analyze and analyze, think about it, and decide to go over and see the situation first.

At this time, the disciples of the Demon Wei Pavilion had already used a clever method to find out that the ice on the river was thick enough to walk on it, so Feng Lieshan simply bypassed the Ming Spring and directly ordered all the members of the Demon Wei Pavilion to cross the ice river with Zhao Detian's personal guards and come to the city left by the silver dust.

Looking at this magnificent fortified city up close, Feng Lieshan's face was as black as the bottom of the pot, of course he knew that this was a city left by silver dust, and the impression of the silver-haired boy's habit of creating miracles had penetrated deep into his heart, like a poisonous spell that could not be dispelled. Ming Quan, who followed Feng Lieshan here, looked at the city that was still strong even if a section of the city wall had collapsed, and the apricot blossom red eyes rolled with a light intertwined with poison and charm: "Silver dust, no matter how much it costs, no matter what kind of subordinate means are used, the slave family must get you, get your people, your ability, and your heart." ”