The black clouds crushed the city and wanted to destroy it, and the light opened to the sun......

The wild green mountain is the city wall, and more than 200 warriors are guarding the round land above the mountain, wearing dark iron armor reflecting the cold light in the moonlight, and looking indifferently at the people who look like demons under the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain are two or three thousand people who look like demons, roaring in a low voice, the horns, the anti-ancient hair, and the hideous face, although they look like people, they are no longer human!

The demon was forcibly beaten into the demon soul and then refined it with the flesh and blood of the demon beast for 7749 days, cut off his human soul, refined it into a demon body, destroyed its consciousness and retained its animal nature.

The demon has no five senses, only leaves the beast nature, controls its beast soul, and controls its life and death.

Where its lord is pointing, the sword mountain and the sea of fire have no hesitation, and they are as cruel as this.

Looking closer, the warrior's armor was already stained with blood, there were dents on it, it was a mark of being smashed by a heavy fist, and the knife was also dull, that is, the blade was rolled up and dull after slashing countless times.

The blood at the corners of the mouth, they didn't wipe it, so they let the blood flow down like this, and it was dried by the night wind and scarred.

Their hands trembled a little, because they lost their hands after swinging the knife too many times, or dislocated their shoulders, but the pain in their bodies did not make them make any low noise, they still stood very straight, one hand could not hold the knife, then one hand, one hand, the body could not stand steadily, they leaned on each other to support, as long as they could swing a knife, they would swing a knife, and they would not waste the last trace of strength.

"It is worthy of being the elite of my Datang, even if I can't do it with this unyielding fighting spirit alone. ”

"There is only life and death on the battlefield, either they live and we die, or we live and they die. ”

"Cold, I like these souls, so I just feel a little bit, if I die, they will naturally die, and my ghost doesn't want to be a lonely ghost between heaven and earth. ”

It was two old men who spoke, their hair was gray, and their faces were wrinkled, but their complexions were very ruddy, and the light in their eyes flashed like leopards in the night, looking at dozens of corpses lying in pools of blood in the mountains like looking at prey that had been reached.

The old man in the purple robe moved his hand slightly, hooked his fingers, and an invisible wind suddenly blew out, and his eyebrows exuded a purple light, it was a crescent, a purple crescent.

The purple crescent moon was very strange, and it also shone with a strange purple light, and the purple light was like a colorful poisonous snake, and the bloody mouth of the poisonous snake was the center of the eyebrows of the dead warrior.

After a pop, there was a blood hole in the center of the eyebrows, and there was no blood flowing out of the blood hole because it was all sucked up by the strange purple snake, and the old man licked the corners of his mouth, as if a thirsty person saw that piece of plum, and the taste was naturally wonderful.

The dead warrior stood up, his eyes hollow, his movements wooden, like a machine, raised his sword in his hand, and aimed it at the mountain man.

The night breeze came, it came a little fiercely, it came very cold.

The light was dimmed, and it was the black cloud that obscured the full moon, so thoroughly and so cleanly, that the mountains seemed so dark.

The sound of the horn is full of cold and moonlit nights, and the wild swallows are purple at night.

The night wind roared like a trumpet, blowing bloody and bloody murderous intent.

There was no roar, no shout, the night wind was the trumpet of the march, and the warriors who heard the trumpet went out, they raised their swords, and they were calm, and they charged.

The black cloud had dispersed at some point, as if the ink that had been blurred in the water had suddenly been completely scooped out, and then a drop of blood dripped out, and the clear water became cloudy again, with the cloudiness of blood.

Blood splattered, and scarlet turned into fireworks, like countless blooming roses.

However, it was too cruel under this splendour, but the eyes of those warriors who rushed down the mountain seemed so calm.

"I'll just say that the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty are a bit stupid, aren't they just corpses? What is the value of the dead?

Stygian didn't answer the ghost, he didn't like the ghost's approach, but when he was fighting, he didn't like it, so he didn't refute the ghost.

"Quack. ”

The ghost smiled predictively, not angry that his friend didn't answer, but instead controlled the first wave of warriors who were the walking dead and rushed into the battlefield.

"Since you want to kill, let you kill again, the angry soul is the most delicious, tsk. ”

The warrior was ruthless, and with a painful swing of the knife, he beheaded his comrades who had died in front of him but had risen back to become the enemy.

The corpse that lost its head did not fall, but fell with a knife in his hand, cutting off one of the hands of his former comrades.

"Ahh

The warrior roared angrily, not because of pain, but because of anger, because countless knives had cut off the limbs of his former comrades, and the corpses were still shaking, but there was no more lethality.

Not only him, but all the warriors roared angrily, waving knives at their comrades, they were very sad and sad, and having to cut off their heads and limbs made them extremely angry, and their bloodshot eyes became even more blood-red.

Kill!

Kill, kill, kill!

They want to fight their way out of the bloody way, kill in front of the purple-robed old man, and fight for this life to cut him!

This group of warriors is very strong, and they have been baptized by blood and the power of war, but in the face of thousands of demons, no matter how strong they are, how can they withstand the many demons? In the face of their comrades who were killed and stood up, they cried in pain, brandishing one knife after another.

The knife rolled up and they smashed it with the handle, and the handle of the knife was deformed, and they used their fists and bodies! They will not retreat! Not for the Tang Dynasty, not for glory, for the dead comrades......

"Wraiths, I want you dead!"

A silver spear, a silver figure, angry coquettishness!

Huo Ruolan was wearing silver armor and was heroic, her white and handsome face was full of anger, and her expression was a little hideous, but she was not ugly, but her eyes were as cold as a lonely orchid.

The gun is as straight as a person with a gun, and Huo Ruolan is also very straight, so she goes straight to the point to express her anger.

A silver spear stabs, a pick, straight to the point.

The long silver light is like the Milky Way swaying under the starry sky, this Milky Way is a long refinement, it is a huge silver spear, fiercely provoked, straight to the point, very direct, and the power is terrifying!

This long refining opened a ravine, three zhang wide and ten zhang long, countless demons turned into flying ashes, stumps and broken arms, blood splattered, as if a sea of Shura blood rose from the ground out of thin air.

The figure of the silver moon stood on the side of the Tang warrior in the ravine, holding a silver spear, glaring angrily, she was really angry, angry and wanted to kill!

So this style is straight to the point, she took the lives of hundreds of demons, and let their blood fill the hole in this ravine.

Her face was a little pale, this style came straight to the point suddenly, the gun from outside the sky was powerful, so it consumed a lot, but her hand holding the gun was very tight, and she held it very seriously, no one would doubt the horror of her next shot!

"Tsk, Miss Zen Yi, where does the filth come from, the smell is disgusting. ”

Bai Yutang held a fan and kept inciting, as if there was really that stinky filth in this world that made people want to vomit.

Bai Yutang was followed by Luo Chanyi and Li Yue, Luo Chanyi was very calm, and it seemed that nothing would disturb his heart.

Li Yue frowned, looking very sad, as if he was really surrounded by countless stenches, the pain was unspeakable, and he kept stirring his hands to fant the stench.

On the side was Huo Tie, he didn't do anything, but his expression was a little gloomy, and his pace was very steady, so his left hand holding the bow was also very steady.

He is like a majestic mountain, giving people the fierceness of the waves, and his eyes are sharp, like the eagle on the grassland, because only in this way can his arrows shoot accurately!

Iron Arrow Huo Tie, his people, his bow, his arrows, is iron, the hardest iron, he is the Tang Dynasty Xiaoyong General, the iron arrow in the army, Huo Tie!

"Miss Ruolan, Iron Arrow Huo Tie, Mr. Bai of the Academy. The ghost frowned, but laughed, "Yes, yes, it seems that the reputation of our two elders is still hard, but Miss Luo Chanyi is still wide-ranging, and she can invite Mr. Bai from the academy." ”

"Does Mr. Bai mean the Academy?"

This sentence is almost a subconscious question, because the meaning of the academy is very important, if Bai Yutang represents the academy, the matter is too tricky, and people have to be cautious.

"Oh, if I say that I represent the academy, will I scare you to death?" Bai Yutang fanned the fan painted all over the mountains and rivers, quite like a child-like game in the world, and looked at the ghost with a smile.

Mr. Bai laughed. The ghost's eyes were cold, but he was still smiling, and he took the smile to the extreme.

"Laughing?" Bai Yutang's little face turned cold, and the mountain and river fan in his hand also closed, and the fan handle kept slapping his palm and shouted coldly: "When will the prince's servants dare to ask me about the academy!"

"White"

"Does the prince really think that the Tang Dynasty is his? Or does he now think that he is the master of the Tang Dynasty!"

"White"

"Or does he think that my academy will also be under the jurisdiction of the Prince's Mansion!"

Speaking is a knowledge, it is difficult to learn, this is the truth, although Bai Yutang did not say a word of swearing, but the words were heartfelt, and the ghost of Zhu was rippling, and he only dared to say two words.

"Don't dare. ”