CHAPTER XXVI

At this time, the battle outside the city became more and more intense, countless blood splashes, and the human cavalry wielded their long swords and collided with the scimitars of the demon wolf riders, and the flames were shining. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

A young man dressed in black with eyes like stars pierced the wolf riders like a sharp sword.

Another young man, dressed in a red animal skin robe, had carved a large hole in the enemy line like a giant hammer.

The war horses neighed, the cool breeze blew, the heaven and the earth were slaughtered, and a few drops of rain fell.

Gradually, the panicked demon cavalry began to react and began to fight back frantically, and the Terran cavalry slowly fell behind. If it weren't for the fact that the elite soldiers and Bai Qi shared a lot of pressure on the front, the cavalry on both sides would have been defeated and retreated.

The rain began to fall heavily, and the purple blood mixed with the red blood gradually flowed into a stream on the ground. Countless stumps and severed arms on the ground.

The sword and sword shadows, the wailing is endless.

In the distance, the horn of the demon clan suddenly sounded, far away and cruel.

Countless demon soldiers slowly emerged from the dark forest at the end of the plain, shadows in the misty rain, only to see a dense black dot in the distance slowly moving.

Bai Qi was covered in blood, purple and red, there were demons, there were human races, and there were demons. The rain soaked his bangs and stuck to his face. The knife in his hand was washed by the rain, as clear and translucent as autumn water.

Countless lives vanished before his eyes, and countless souls were taken away by the sword he wielded, carrying the black and red afterimage. His arm was constantly rising and falling, and it had become a little numb.

When he heard the sound, he looked up and found that he had killed a clearing, stopped suddenly, straightened up and turned his head to look north, his extremely sharp eyes seemed to pass through a thousand miles of space, and he saw a large group of demon soldiers roaring towards this side.

The sound of horns in the distance was incessant. It was pouring rain in the sky.

A trace of bitterness appeared at the corner of Bai Qi's mouth, which disappeared in a flash and turned into perseverance.

Gritting his teeth, he flew and slashed a wolf rider from head to toe, splitting the man and the mount in half at once, and blood mixed with his intestines flowed all over the ground. For a while, the sound of knives roared, Bai Qi looked like a mad demon, and the countless condensed killing intent around his body seemed to turn into a blood-red mist.

Bai Qi's knife seemed to tear through space, and a flash of white light was a crack between heaven and earth, and several demon horses were cut in half.

No matter how much you come, kill, that's it.

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On the mainland, on countless post roads, countless horses with divine runes are galloping, and countless post guards are hurrying on the post roads with cloaks and moons. rushed to the capital of the Han Dynasty from all directions, and sent the military to the palace.

All of a sudden, the dynasty was like thunder on the ground, one after another military orders were issued, countless scouts galloped on the post road, one secret order after another came from the palace, and carrier pigeons with runes flew in all directions like flowers blooming in the sky.

Throughout the north of the dynasty, countless vassal kingdoms were being attacked by the vanguard cavalry, and some were discovered in advance, such as Changping City. Go out of the city to meet the enemy.

Some did not realize it at all, the city was ruined, the lives were destroyed, and the blood flowed like a river. The Demon Rider drove straight in, burning, killing and looting, opening a gap for the large army in the rear.

At the foot of Tianwu Mountain, more than 100 disciples of Tianwu Mountain dressed in Taoist robes rode down the mountain, each carrying a sword. After running together for a hundred miles, they suddenly separated in a fan shape and ran forward.

A tall young man with eyebrows flying into his sideburns, cold eyes, a tall and thin nose bridge, thin lips, and a purple wooden sword on his back, named Xiao Jiu, ran towards Changping.

In the Agni Gate, a young man who looked like Zhang Fei stood in front of the sect, with a beard on his face, a leopard's head and eyes, and a swallow's jaw and tiger whiskers. Explosive muscles all over the body. He was followed by seven or eight young men. Eight or nine people hugged their fists at the master, turned around and flew away.

There were only eight or nine of them, and after they split into a general direction, they separated, and this young man named Xu Cheng chose a place that was most western.

Xuanyin Gate, dozens of women are dressed in thin white cloth, their bodies are spread out as if they are in the smoke and fog, and their black hair flutters as if they are not people in the world, and the heavenly maiden floats to the north like a mortal.

Among them was a pale-complexioned, cold-eyed woman of thirteen or fourteen years old, who was heading in the direction of the dark forest, her name was Luo Yun.

In the Holy Pagoda Temple, a team of big bald heads raised one hand on their chests, chanting Amitabha Buddha, walking towards the north step by step, the pace is not fast, but it is a few feet away, and it is not seen in the blink of an eye.

After walking a short distance, they gave each other a Buddha salute and parted ways, one of them was the youngest, at first glance, he was dumbfounded, and his eyes were full of pure and good little monks, named Song Mo, dressed in a different white robe, and went to Changping.

In the Hanging Pot Valley, a group of pharmacists came out, of different ages, but they were going in different directions, and they were generally northwest.

A young man with a very long face and a horse face called Yangtian, out of the valley, his thin figure was rickety, his hair was withered, and he smiled obscenely, and walked in the direction of the dark forest.

The fire family in the capital, a woman dressed in fiery red, with a lonely glimpse embedded in her eyebrows, a pair of eyes with clear eyes, raising her head, but her expression was full of playfulness, holding a long whip, and she turned out from the wall behind the firewood room on the east side of the fire house.

Sneakily looked around, and saw that no one noticed him, he summoned his spirit beast with a bang, and it turned out to be a big tiger with a fiery red body, turning over, "Nobita, let's go and see what the demon looks like, kill his millions of little demon cubs, hahahaha." ”

The voice was still coming, and the person was gone, but he had gone out for a hundred meters with the big red tiger.

As everyone knows, she has blown up the fire house, the big housekeeper of the fire family shook his head, and said in his heart, although these two young ladies have been yearning for the rivers and lakes since they were children, and they ran out at two ends in three days, claiming to be a woman, and they have been wandering outside for countless years, rarely returning home, and their personalities are big and cynical like a child.

But it's different lately, this will be the demon attack, and the head of the family strictly ordered her not to go out, but who can stand her strength. It's just a block...... Alas.

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Countless sects and families in the dynasty, no matter how big or small, all released countless children at this time, and went to the front line to support with the honor of the master, and what is amazing is that as if there is a sense between the underworld, or the world has long been predestined, the most talented geniuses in these sects have all chosen a direction.

And almost at the same time that these people chose the direction, a young man slowly walked out of the Tiance Pavilion, the young man was wearing a white robe made of good silk, a good jade pendant hanging from his waist, and a black fan opened and closed in his hand, with four big white characters written on it, which was considered a last resort! It is said that he is the personal disciple of the pavilion master, called Lu Chi. As for whether it is his own son, no one knows.

Tiance Pavilion, who had not spoken for many years and had been silent for hundreds of years, spoke this time, but there were only four words, which made this young age come out.

The wind rises and is flat.