On the wall of the dark night swamp, Mu Qingyang was silent. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe moat is flowing endlessly, but the city is a bleak scene. The city has just been broken, in order not to cause civil strife, all the demons defending the city have been imprisoned, they are worried about their safety in the future, and they are in fear all day, but at least under the strength of death, the chaos has subsided.

After resting for two days, the scouts reported that the Abyss Demon King Los was only a day away from the Night Swamp, and what was even more worrying was that the demon's most powerful wyvern had already passed through the middle and would arrive in a week at most.

The Demon Legion will arrive tomorrow.

This war is not just Mu Qingyang's final decision, it has already involved the final pattern of the demons, the heavenly realm, and the Shura, and even the impact on the entire continent is of far-reaching significance.

Mu Qing was ready to fly, no matter if he had any doubts about what he had done, he couldn't back down.

The current people of the Heavenly Realm will not let him go, and the demons will not let him go, even if it is the Shura Kingdom that has benefited the most, Molu's mother and son will probably be pushed to the forefront. The only way he can go is to repel the demon legions and disintegrate the coalition forces.

Mu Qingyang's head slowly raised, looking at the flying dragon that kept circling back and forth in the sky. Since the morning, these wyverns have been constantly migrating from afar. The violent cry of the flying dragon Mu Qingyang had already understood, these flying dragons hovered at an altitude of 100 meters, and they didn't come down, they just kept demonstrating and roaring.

Mu Qingyang could already feel that the night swamp was like a time bomb, although it was suppressed by the Shura army, the hidden danger inside was getting bigger and bigger, if it broke out, this power would be absolutely deadly!

The provocative Wyvern is constantly stirring up panic in the interior of the city.

Mu Qingyang waved his hand to his side, and after a while, a huge iron bow was sent up. He slammed his bow against the wall, and was pulled to the extreme with a single step on his foot.

The arrows made of fine iron buckled into the bowstring, and Mu Qingyang stared expressionlessly at the three flying dragons flying in the sky.

Without warning, the bowstring snapped in, and a huge arrow roared wildly. The speed of the giant arrow was fast, flying hundreds of meters in the air, stabbing a flying dragon, the demon knight above the flying dragon roared, swung his javelin towards the giant arrow grid, and with a bang, the giant arrow was soft and weak, and there was no power, and the flying dragon shouted contemptuously in the sky.

Mu Qingyang didn't say much, and shot his bow and arrows one after another.

All three dragons were attacked with bows and arrows, but the arrows still had no power, and several other dragon knights laughed.

They flew even more arrogantly, and even continued to dive downward, and the huge shadow of the wyvern covered the tower.

Mu Qingyang still shot the arrow without hurrying, gradually paralyzing the vigilance of the flying dragon, and the just right amount of power continued to tease the flying dragon's anger.

Finally, there is a flying dragon whose endurance has reached a critical point, even if it is a mosquito that can't bite a dead person, if it is entangled for a long time, it will make a person shine brightly.

When the demon knight flew to a certain height, he took advantage of the gap that had just blocked another arrow, and swooped downward, and in the flapping of his huge wings, the wyvern rushed down like a falling meteor with incredible speed.

At this moment, Mu Qingyang's eyes suddenly became as sharp as a sharp sword, and his whole body was like a sword out of the sheath, when he was hidden in the sheath, you couldn't feel his power, once he was out of the sheath, his combat power would become extremely amazing.

Mu Qingyang's movements are clear, he buckles the strings, mounts the arrow, bends the bow, and every movement is engraved into the eyes of the viewer like an imprint, and it is also deeply imprinted into the eyes of the flying dragon.

Even though it looked like a very slow movement, it was only a blink of an eye, and the sharp arrow was aimed at the dragon. There was a layer of light on the bow, very soft, but also implied murderous. The power of the dark night was stirring in Mu Qingyang's right hand, it was bloodthirsty fanaticism, and Mu Qingyang's killing intent was touching the power of this fanaticism. At the same time, Mu Qingyang's spiritual power suppressed this rebellious magic, so that Mu Qingyang's mind remained clear enough.

In his pupils, the reflection of the swooping dragon was getting closer and bigger.

With a "bang", the sharp arrow flew out under the huge elastic force of the bowstring.

The moment the wyvern stretched out his claws, he felt a great fear, not from the demon knight, but from the wyvern, the mount under his crotch, as a bird at the top of the biological chain, the wyvern's natural sensitivity made it perceive the power contained in that arrow. It was not pure power, but a spiritual attack, and the arrow was like a living creature.

The Wyvern and the Demon Wyvern Knight had a heart-to-heart connection, and the fear of the Wyvern immediately infected the Demon Wyvern Knight, and the spiritual attack that rushed into his mind in an instant came from that arrow and also from that person.

It's too late to escape.

"Poof!"

The arrow entered the flesh, and the wyvern's lower abdomen exploded, and the flesh sprayed all over the sky, piercing the wyvern and the demon on its back The arrow broke through the sky.

The huge body of the wyvern fell straight down with a "boom". The tonnage body swept the wall out of a huge gap, and then fell along the wall, "plopping", splashing huge water in the moat.

With a gurgling sound, large swaths of the river were dyed red, and the corpses of Wyverns and Demon Knight floated in the water, an indescribably bleak scene.

Mu Qingyang put down his bow and looked coldly at the other two stunned flying dragons in the sky. The original mockery was gone, replaced by a deep fear. How much power does it take to shoot through the iron armor of the wyvern and the demon knight with an arrow, the two wyvern demon knights control the wyvern to fly into the distance with some trepidation.

The Dark Night Swamp has regained its tranquility!

But......

It's just a false appearance, and soon, the storm is coming!

The appearance of smoke and dust rumbling in the distance, the earth shaking, the torrent appearing in the distance, and the blood banner of the white bone demon flying in the air announce that a war is coming.

The earth shook, and the thunderbeast, as tall as a mountain, was at the forefront. Their bodies are the most effective rollers, and any possible obstacle is washed away and destroyed. Behind the Thunderbeast Charge were rows of iron horsemen, as orderly as flowing water.

The most elite cavalry of these demon legions walked like thunder. A majestic aura of iron cavalry came to his face. The sound of trumpets resounded throughout the territory, and the Shura army rushed to the top of the wall, setting up trebuchets and heavy crossbows. Eight of the magic crystal cannons were re-equipped, and Sensen's muzzles were aimed at the demon legions in the distance. Soldiers were constantly bringing all kinds of baggage and boiling oil from the city. Boulders, sassal wood, and various makeshift medical objects. Each battlement was guarded by a small group of soldiers, and a pair of fierce eyes looked at the demon legion in the distance.

Seeing the unprecedented thunder beast, the murderous Shura Blood Guard also trembled in his heart. Up to fifteen meters high, every step can make the entire city shake the monster towards you, what a terrible sight, in the face of the existence that cannot be challenged, the Shura army can no longer maintain the calm of the past, they will also be afraid, in the battlefield against the enemy, even if they are fierce, they are not afraid, but people and monsters, they are inevitably terrified.

Mu Qingyang stood at the entrance of the wall with the Lulu Sword in his hand, although his expression was calm, he was also secretly frightened in his heart, it was not the first time he had seen the Thunder Beast, but it was in the ambush battle in the valley not long ago, when the blood was cut and the demon army was burned, and the power of the Thunder Beast was not exerted at all at that time, so although he was shocked by the size of the Thunder Beast, he did not have an intuitive feeling of his power.

Now that he was truly facing this giant monster on the flat ground, he realized how terrifying the thunder beast's deterrent power was.

It felt like a dwarf meeting a giant who stood tall in the sky, and that size alone was enough to make anyone lose their ability to resist.

At this time, a large number of flying dragons also flew over, and a large area of black pressure in the sky. Unlike yesterday's two or three birds, the sight of hundreds of flying dragons flying in the air was definitely no smaller than the thunder beast, and the roar of the flying dragons was so sharp that the morale of the Shura army was constantly decreasing.

This is a terrible sign.

Mu Qingyang must not let this emotion spread, otherwise when the city is broken, it will be the time when he and the 20,000 Shura will die.

The Demon Legion was lined up two miles in front of the Night Swamp, like a horizontal array of long snakes, and as far as the eye could see, there were demon legions all over the mountains.

In addition to the Thunder Beast Stormtrooper, there are also many wooden carts covered with thick skin, these rudimentary attack equipment are more than ten meters high, and the demon army lurks inside, which can shoot arrows outside, and can also be used to climb the city wall.

There was no sound in the sky except for the screams of the flying dragons, and the soldiers on both sides clenched their weapons, and the air was restless with the coldness before the outbreak of the great war. At this time, there was a commotion in the enemy formation. A tall chariot appeared in front of the Demon Legion array, and the tall flame flag was on top of the chariot, and the chariot was surrounded by more than 100 battle demon guards, one by one, wolf-headed, eagle-eyed, tiger-backed, iron-clad black light, and a powerful high-level demon at a glance.

A large, fat demon slowly got out of the chariot, stood on the spot, looked around, and suddenly turned back to the castle tower to look intently.

Mu Qingyang's gaze shrank, and the suppressed aura in his whole body contracted like a huge wave, and the several Shura soldiers standing beside him took a few steps back. The air was like ice, almost making it impossible for several soldiers to breathe.

Mu Qingyang's expression, which had always been calm and waveless, finally changed.

Because that person is none other than the Abyss Demon King Loth.

In an instant, Mu Qingyang seemed to feel that the blood in his whole body was attracted by the call in the dark. Those old friends who died tragically in the world, one by one, passed through Mu Qingyang's heart. The hatred that had been diluted boiled again, and it turned out that the shadow of this hatred had been lurking all along. This belief was so strong that Mu Qingyang couldn't restrain himself.

Originally...... In the deepest part of his heart, he was looking forward to fighting the Abyss Demon King Los.

Throw all baggage behind, win or lose. After this battle, Mu Qingyang had no worries. The Abyss Demon King Loth stood on the chariot and shook his, his slightly tired eyes shining the moment he saw the Night Swamp. stared at the sword light figure on the opposite city wall.

He cleared his throat and shouted, "Mu Qingyang!" ”

A deep but clear voice came into Mu Qingyang's ears, and the flying dragon in the sky stopped howling. The inner and outer parts of the Night Swamp became dead silent. Mu Qingyang's figure is tall, and at this moment, he is possessed by black armor all over his body, and his face is hideous and javelin-like standing at the highest point of the city wall. Under the sunset, the bearing of the self-generated abyss is in the mountains.

This demeanor, even if he is standing on the opposite side of the abyss demon king Los has to secretly break his heart, and at the same time, he can't help but feel cold.

In terms of style alone, although Mu Qingyang is not as radiant as the Yaksha King and Emperor Shakti, his condensed momentum is better than that of the blood slashing stream.

Only characters such as the Abyss Demon King Los can see that the depth of the other party's city is more than a step higher than that of the Bitter Moon.

Otherwise, with 20,000 cavalry, why did he take this extremely difficult city, the other party must have seen his weakness.

The Abyss Demon King Los is indeed not good at siege warfare. The Night Swamp, the strongest city on the Western Front, was used against his own people, and the Abyss Demon King Los was also helpless.

"Mu Qingyang is here, can I ask for any advice." Mu Qingyang's indifferent voice fluttered along the wind, his voice was not loud, but it was unusually clear to the Abyss Demon King Luos.

"Mu Qingyang, you really deserve to be the inheritor of the Lord of the Night, but do you know that this is already the territory of our Abyss Demon Realm, what reason do you have to attack here, slaughter my clansmen, and occupy here." Although the Abyss Demon King Loth tried his best to suppress his anger, he couldn't help but raise his voice when he thought of the scorching death and the mess on the Western Front.

Mu Qingyang said indifferently: "I was just forced by you step by step to this step of the field, you did not hesitate to use evil and chaos to invade the Three Realms, let this terrifying slaughter of the crowd, look at the soldiers here, how many people have not starved to death in their families, how many people have not died in the clan robbery, you damn guys, do you know the pain of ordinary people killing their friends for a piece of black bread......" As Mu Qingyang suddenly changed the topic, the shocking words made the soldiers' breath shortened, A pair of eyes full of crazy murderous aura suddenly lit up.

Mu Qingyang whispered: "Since we can't live, then naturally we have to fight for a way to live for ourselves, so, what do you say?" ”

"Kill, use the weapons in your hands, minions to exchange for freedom! The right to live! He was greeted by the roar of the Shura Army. Mu Qingyang looked calm from beginning to end, and even had some indifference from the matter, which made the Abyss Demon King Luos feel cold. In his eyes, the person standing at the top of the city wall just said something indifferently, and ignited the murderous desire of the group of Shura soldiers on the city wall.

At that moment, the Abyss Demon King Los knew that it was useless for him to say anything more. You can negotiate with one person, but you can't communicate with a bunch of red-eyed beasts. Only with war, with force to speak. The winner is the king, and the loser is the hero, this is the eternal truth.

The Abyss Demon King Los gave the order with a cold face and let the whole army attack.

As he gave the order, the Wyvern roared into the air, and the Mine Beasts on the ground also moved, and both terrifying monsters rushed towards the Night Swamp in their own ways.

The cavalry of the Demon Legion flanked on either side, rushing towards the night swamp like a stream. The tall wooden cart cloud tower pushed forward, the horn that shook the sky, and the sound of drums pierced the strongest depression before the war, and it was extremely fierce.

"Bow up, elevation angle twenty-five degrees. Launch! ”

"Start the cannon, elevate it at an angle of forty degrees, fire!"

"Woohoo!" "Boom, boom, boom......" The different voices formed a dense rain of arrows, and the locusts pressed towards the approaching demon army.

The artillery fire fell, and a cloud of black smoke exploded in the air in front of the city gate, and the fire flashed. Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and all the demons within the range of shrapnel were reduced to broken pieces of flesh. The power of the artillery transformed by Mu Qingyang has increased several times, and for a while, the volley of eight magic crystal cannons blocked the momentum of the demon legion's charge.

At this time, thousands of strong bows and crossbow arrows also fell into the demon army.

Powerful arrows that even armor can't fully resist. The Demon Legion at the forefront of the charge flipped on their backs and was badly damaged. However, those thunder beasts, not afraid of the magic crystal cannon and strong bow, are still charging fiercely.

The flying dragons in the sky were faster, reached the top of the city wall, and swooped down in unison. The Shura soldiers lined up in a small formation of four people, using spears to resist the flying dragon, but these eight-meter-long giant birds were not at all human power to resist the ground, wings fanned, the soldiers on the city wall staggered, and the flying dragon tore over with its claws and teeth, and the soldiers were like paper paste, torn into pieces.

The city walls were in chaos because of the dragon's attack.

Mu Qingyang didn't jump off the top point, he drew his big bow and began to shoot arrows at the flying dragon.

Mu Qingyang's bow and arrow is not comparable to ordinary soldiers, the bow and arrow containing spiritual power makes the flying dragon a huge threat, if you are not careful, you will be pierced through the wings, but the number of flying dragons is too much, seeing Mu Qingyang alone, there are several flying dragons rushing towards Mu Qingyang.

Seeing the huge flying dragon flying more and more, Mu Qingyang threw down his bow, raised his gun, bent his knees, and the whole person pounced like a leopard.

On his right hand, the silver spear was full of anger, and at the same time, the blue lightning suddenly sounded, Mu Qingyang's target had already locked on the largest flying dragon, and in a flash of lightning, the flying dragon demon knight also brandished a spear and prepared to block Mu Qingyang's spear.

As soon as the two iron spears touched in the air, the lightning engulfed the spear of the Wyvern Demon Knight, and instantly flew up the Wyvern's armor. The demon dragon knight let out a scream, and the smell of burnt smoke filled the air. The flying dragon that was in contact with the demon flying dragon knight's heart screamed miserably, and the momentum of rushing towards Mu Qingyang was a little more violent.

After Mu Qing Yang Gefei took the spear, a ghostly light exploded in his eyes, and in his field of vision, he had already seen the weakest point of the flying dragon, the spear was a bucket, and the thunder spear containing powerful spiritual power and electricity pierced the throat of the flying dragon like cutting tofu, and the stinking blood sprinkled wildly.

A strong electric current then turned the dragon's throat into a charred substance.

Mu Qingyang held the flying dragon against him, roared loudly, the muscles of his whole body swelled, and the flying dragon weighing several tons was actually pushed off the city wall alive by him.

And his whole body was able to dodge the charge of the two wyverns. (To be continued.) )