Ye Chen and the group of the Golden Crow clan stood in the empty wilderness, the snow was falling, and a solemn killing intent was quietly spreading.

The two sides confronted each other across the corpses everywhere.

Ye Chen looked at the group of people opposite, and had already guessed that they were all members of the Jinwu clan, who came for the soul banner in his hand, but also for revenge, and even more so to take his head.

Ye Chen said softly: "If you want to get back the Dementor Banner, then take it yourself." ”

After finishing speaking, Ye Chen shook the dementor banner in his hand, and the crow on his shoulder looked at the group of the Golden Crow clan not far away, with a cold glint in his eyes.

The middle-aged man standing in front of the people of the Golden Crow Clan showed a sad look in his eyes, as a member of the Golden Crow Clan, he knew the power of the Dementor Banner best, as long as the soul entered the Dementor Banner, he would gradually lose his mind, and eventually he could only become a tool for killing.

At this moment, one of the clansmen of the Golden Crow clan opened his mouth and asked, "What should we do with the eldest brother, the soul of the third brother is still in that person's hands." ”

There was a look of pain in his eyes, and his former siblings were now going to meet each other.

After the middle-aged man was silent for a moment, he let out a long sigh and said firmly: "Let's do it, the third brother is no longer the original third brother." ”

"Now what we have to do is to kill that barbarian clansman, recapture the Dementor Banner, avenge our third brother, and even torture his soul,"

The cold voice came from the middle-aged man's mouth, and the killing intent in it made people tremble.

The people of the Golden Crow clan were instantly murderous and ready to fight at any time.

At this moment, a long red knife suddenly appeared in the middle-aged man's hand, and purple arcs swam on the knife.

The next moment, the middle-aged man disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he had already appeared in front of Ye Chen.

Thunder flashed in the air, and the night was torn open at this moment, and lightning and thunder thundered in the silent wilderness, and the battlefield entered the battle again.

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The city lord of Tianshui City and the mayor of Tianshui Town, who were standing at the head of the city behind Ye Chen, looked at the thunder light that suddenly appeared with serious expressions.

The eyes of the city lord of Tianshui City showed solemnity, "What should I do?" Are we going to make a move. ”

The mayor of Tianshui Town shook his head lightly and said, "I don't know when the second wave of attack of the demon clan will come, and the two of us can't act rashly yet, we must focus on the overall situation." ”

The two of them stood high on the top of the city, quietly watching the continuous arcs of electricity on the battlefield, and they attached great importance to the outcome of this battle.

……

Ye Chen looked at the middle-aged man who suddenly appeared in front of him, and there was an incomparably domineering thunder arc that appeared at the same time as him.

The flickering arc of thunder on the long knife in the middle-aged man's hand instantly tore open the night, and the battlefield at this time was as bright as day.

Ye Chen's face didn't have any waves, he suddenly urged the soul flag in his hand, and countless souls poured out like a tide, facing the rushing arc.

The souls of the souls that rushed towards the middle-aged man were struck by the arc of lightning, and the blue-purple arc of thunder swam across the soul's body, making a crackling sound.

The soul of the dead is originally a thing of the most yin, and after encountering these violent thunderbolts, it is instantly destroyed.

A cold light flashed in Ye Chen's eyes, and he let out a cold snort.

I saw that the crow standing on his shoulder flew out in an instant, rushing towards the middle-aged man, and the black flames spewed out like a long dragon.

Black flames rushed towards the middle-aged man.

In an instant, a long crimson knife slashed into the flames, and the beating arc instantly rioted, and the flames spewed out by the crow rolled backwards.

Ye Chen's figure retreated to the back, he pinched his right hand, and the crow flew back to his shoulder.

The long knife in the middle-aged man's hand blocked in front of him, and the arc of electricity pulsed on the blade.

A sneering smile appeared at the corner of Ye Chen's mouth, "Hmph, it's really a great pleasure to kill you one by one with the treasures of your Golden Crow Clan." ”

As soon as the words fell, the soul flag in Ye Chen's hand suddenly shook, and three dazzling golden lights rushed out and flew into the sky, like three small suns, and the originally dark night seemed to be day at this moment.

The people of the Golden Crow Clan looked up at the three dazzling Golden Crows in the sky, they had mixed feelings in their hearts, as the members of the Golden Crow Clan, they knew very well the strength of these three Golden Crows, they were all strong men of the Golden Crow Clan, and after their deaths, they voluntarily became the souls of the dementors, even if they gave up their bodies, and now they have become revenants, but their strength is still not to be underestimated.

The middle-aged man in the lead looked up, and after a moment of silence, his eyes showed determination, and he gave an order in a deep voice: "Let's do it, take back the Dementor Banner and avenge the clan." ”

The middle-aged man's cold voice echoed in everyone's ears.

The other Jinwu clansmen took out the weapons in their hands one after another, and rushed towards Ye Chen with murderous energy.

Ye Chen sneered in his heart, the dementor banner hunted in the cold wind, and clouds of black mist rushed out of the dementor flag, like demons rushing out of the prison of hell.

All the souls in the dementor banner poured into the battlefield, and the 100,000 souls seemed to be an army of undead, instantly surrounding everyone of the Golden Crow Clan.

These revenant souls had hideous eyes one by one, their eyes were full of bloodthirsty gaze, Ye Chen's heart moved, and these revenant souls instantly tore towards the Jinwu clansmen.

The middle-aged man in the lead slashed at the dead souls intercepted in front of him, and the purple thunder instantly wiped out all those dead souls, and then the middle-aged man rose into the sky and rushed towards Ye Chen.

The rest of the revenants were not afraid of death at all, and frantically tore towards the people of the Golden Crow Clan, these revenants were the real tools of killing.

Ye Chen, who stepped on the void, stretched out his hand, and the three golden crows above the sky instantly joined the battle between the revenant souls and the golden crow clansmen.

And the crow on his shoulder rushed towards the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man and the crow fought fiercely, the sharp knife shredded the night, and the lightning and thunder in the void were instantaneous, and the sound was huge.

There was no color in the crow's eyes, and it was pitch black, like an abyss.

The crow suddenly spat out a mouthful of black flame and swept towards the middle-aged man, this black flame was like the tide of the sea, surging and surging, as if it was about to swallow the middle-aged man.

A wild roar came from the black flames, resounding throughout the void, and immediately after, a crimson golden crow rushed out of the black flames, and he broke through the black flames of the crow.

A loud hissing sound resounded throughout the world, and the figure of this golden crow with a red golden light on its body suddenly became larger, and the next moment, a golden crow that covered the sky and the sun appeared in front of Ye Chen's eyes.

This crimson golden crow had a hideous expression, its eyes had a beating flame, and the crimson feathers on its body shimmered in the night.