The cold moon didn't emit much light, the north wind stopped its beating breath, and the Red Devil stopped attacking with his weapon in his hand.

Everything around is suffocating, and the air seems to freeze at this moment.

The battlefield fell silent.

A trace of bamboo flute sound, trance, intermittent, floating in the sky above the battlefield.

In the moonlit sky, six red and black shadows descended vertically, with a terrifying scream.

In an instant, the air moved, the north wind blew, and the dead grass on the rocks danced.

The Red Devils also moved, and let out a terrifying scream, so frightened that they cried for their father and mother, and ran away.

To the east of the Zouma River, there was a sudden and rapid knocking sound in the faint moonlight, and six crab carts dragged a butt of smoke and dust, stopped at the periphery of Neiyukou, blocking the way of the deserters.

"Papapa", the six animal trainers flicked their whips, and one of them shouted gloomily: "Our god has descended, what are you afraid of?" Get back to me, whoever dares to escape, respect the gods and condemn the guilt, and kill them! ”

The Red Devils, who fled in a hurry, abruptly stopped their steps, looked ahead, then looked behind them, and returned to the battlefield after some consideration.

Find your own opponent and continue to work.

Fan Gang fought a pair of three and collapsed all over his body, and his brain shook the stars, watching them escape as if he had been amnestied.

Before he could take a few breaths, he didn't expect the three turtle grandsons to run out and run back, specifically looking for him in the crowd.

I had to harden my head and dance the red practice knife to confront them.

The three shortsword soldiers, who had no fighting spirit at the moment, shouted and bluffed while looking around, fearing that the Venerable God would accidentally land on their heads.

The screams in the air were getting closer.

Mom, I'm really afraid of something, it's really above their heads!

The three short knife soldiers left Fan Gang and ran away, you want to play by yourself, you don't have time,

The red chain knife flashed with golden light, and swept over the head of a fleeing Red Devil soldier, the Red Devil soldier lowered his head and flashed, no bird birded him, and the sword light slashed off his red turban.

The red turban rolled out in the north wind and slowly fell to the ground.

The Red Devil was frightened, and he wanted to pick it up but was afraid that he wouldn't have time.

In the midst of his hesitation, a colorful shadow fell rapidly from the sky, and the ten claw knives on his forelimbs shimmered in the dark night, plunging into his shoulder.

One of the Red Devils let out a cry of horror and despair.

The colorful shadow stood upside down above his head, flapping his huge wings, rolling up puffs of dust, and an old demon pounced on his lower limbs, and the strong hind claw knife pushed into his waist from behind, breaking him at the waist and trampling him under his feet like a mass of flesh.

The Red Devil Batman stood up, raised his wings and raised his head to the sky and let out a series of strange "Boom, Boom, Boom" laughs, as if to show off its spoils of war to his companions.

Then, taking a bite of the booty's skull, he ripped the bowl off alive, revealing his beating brain, and admired it proudly for a while, sticking a straw out of his tongue and inserting it into the coconut water, squeaking and savoring its delicious meal.

The other two Red Devils were so frightened that they fled to Zoumachuan with a wisp of smoke.

The snapping of the whipping of the beast tamer in the hands of the animal tamer and the hoo of them go back, what does it matter, the defeated army is like a mountain.

The tamer's deterrent is the Red Devil Bat, and at this time, the other Red Devil Bats are busy.

Those beasts ignored the Red Devils around them, and in the chaotic crowd, they specially looked for the Tuma warriors to attack.

The warriors of the Turks formed a battle formation in groups of three to help defend each other.

The advantage of agility is that it runs in a wide area, making full use of the terrain and space of the field, which is very physically demanding.

The Red Devils are outnumbered and control the ground, and the Red Devil Bat comes and controls the space, which makes the situation of the Warriors more and more difficult.

They were exhausted by this time, and their movements were badly out of shape.

During the run, one of the warriors was slightly sluggish, and a long hair pierced his back, killing him instantly.

There was a small detachment that led away more than 20 Red Devil soldiers and retreated to the bottom of the rock wall, two soldiers jumped on the cliff wall to escape, and another soldier with slightly weaker combat strength fell to the ground with an arrow and was hacked to death with a knife.

There is also a small team that is chased under a rock, and when they jump up the rock, two fighters are hunted down by the Red Devil bat.

They have to deal with twice as many enemies around them, and they have to deal with the Grim Reaper on their heads, and they are already at the end of their crossbows.

During the fight, two more fighters were seriously wounded, and one fighter was drained of his brain by the Red Devils.

In this kind of mutual defense operation, for every soldier lost, the combat strength of the small division immediately plummeted.

There are only fourteen fighters left on the field to support themselves, and it seems that tonight is more than lucky.

South Secret. Below the cave, the sound of fighting gradually faded away.

Listening to the voice, the wounded soldiers, child soldiers and female soldiers of the Guangyu people should have almost fled.

The skull at the feet of the monster in front of Fan Gang made a gurgling sound.

It was almost finished, and from time to time it looked sideways at its next prey.

Fan Gang stared at it deadly, he didn't dare to move, as soon as he moved, the animal might pounce, and at that time it was a dead end, and he didn't even have time to think about getting out.

The question kept swirling in my mind, how could these animals become so highly intelligent that they could identify targets in the midst of the chaos.

The domestication of all wild beasts is inseparable from one thing, that is, conditioned reflexes, including sight, taste, hearing, and pain, and what these animals rely on to distinguish friend from foe.

The red turban that stared at the ground casually.

There must be something greasy in this, and Fan Gang seems to have seen some clues.

The monster Meimei ate a meal, raised the ugly mouse head in high spirits, and cracked his mouth at Fan Gang, as if praising him: "You didn't run away, you are so good!" ”

The remnants of saliva and blood in the mouth flowed out of the corners of the mouth mixed with the brain, and the bloody snot hung out.

A few meters away, the fishy smell that came out of its mouth made Fan Gang so disgusting that he wanted to vomit.

The body of ordinary red devils is red, and the body of this demon monster is red and dark, and the skin reveals faint lines, and it can cultivate lines, and it is obvious that it has quickly evolved to the third order.

Even if he is in full state, he can't beat himself, not to mention that he is already physically and mentally exhausted at this moment.

I have no choice but to gamble!

He rolled on the ground, ripped the red turban from the corpse of a Red Devil soldier and tied it to his head, in a fighting position, crouching on the ground without moving, staring at it coldly.

When the monster saw it, "Whoosh" retracted its head, closed its mouth, and a pair of mouse eyes looked at him strangely, with a bewildered expression.

It didn't take long for him to crouch down, wave his wings and whip up a sandstorm, turn his head and fly away, and pounce on a warrior not far away.

Fan Gang held back a cold sweat, but fortunately, he just earned a nose of ashes, and his fate was picked up.

He wiped the dust and sweat from his face and shouted to the soldiers on the battlefield: "Wear a red turban, the monster only recognizes the turban and does not recognize people." Knock down their red turbans. ”

The soldiers on the battlefield, in the process of escaping for their lives, picked up red turbans from the ground and tied them on their heads.

Sure enough, the Red Devils were suddenly confused, lost their target, and there was no threat from the air, and the situation of the fighters eased for the time being.

The warrior that the Red Devil was eyeing just now was not so lucky, and he was the only one left in his team.

Fan Gang recognized him as Zuo Teng, the vice captain of the Mushroom House Elder Guard, with a combat power of level 2.5.

Even though his combat power is quite high, he is helpless to be alone at the moment, and his physical strength is seriously overdrawn, and he is already exhausted in the face of three ghost jumping lizard cavalry alone.

The quasi-third-level Red Devil pounced from behind and directly seconded him, kicking him to the ground with one kick and stepping on him with one foot.

Five claws plunged into his back, flailing their wings to send the three ghost jumpers flying away.

Once again, it raised its head and let out a strange laugh that would be terrifying today.

On the battlefield, the other five Red Devils sent meek echoes to it, one arrogant and one humble, what they were muttering, only they knew.

Fan Gang dragged the knife and rushed over, slowing down his pace near it, trying to balance his breath as much as possible, and relaxing his whole body, so as not to let himself emit the slightest hint of hostility.

The gap between it and its combat power is too far, and if you want to save Zuo Teng, you can only sneak attack this way, take advantage of the blind spot in the vision of the animals, that is, the red turban, and give it a go.

As he got closer, he noticed that the colorful lines on the animal's body had swelled up and glowed a faint red.

This beast is getting ready to advance!

No wonder it is so proud, and the echoes of other Red Devils are both blessings and surrenders.

The quasi-third-level Red Devil lowered his head and let out a threatening sound, as if to declare: The prey under my feet is mine, what do you want?

Fan Gang took a few steps closer as if nothing happened, and the Red Devil let out a low and rapid snort, and it seemed to be angry: Boy, get out of the way, let you go, don't you be grateful, do you still want to grab it? There is a limit to my patience.

Fan Gang's heart was already extremely nervous, the palm of the hand holding the knife was slightly sweaty, but his face was always unfazed.

This is due to his cold temperament, and he has been dealing with ghosts all year round, and he has developed a face that is indistinguishable from anger.

He squeezed out a friendly smile and continued to take two steps forward, whether the beast could read it or not, these two steps must be taken.

This is the best distance he calculated, the fatal blow.

The Red Devil has felt that his authority has been seriously challenged, and no longer cares whether you wear a red turban or not, he splits his mouth, stretches his neck and glares at Fan Gang angrily, flapping his wings in an attack stance.

Fan Gang suddenly pounced, knelt down on one knee, raised the red turban on his head and faced it, grasped the handle of the knife with one hand, and slowly raised his golden back above his head with the other.

Sacrifice the knife!

Disarm and surrender, this is a sign of surrender to the Red Devils.

Along the way, Fan Gang has been carefully psychologically calculated:

The first step is to test the Red Devils' approval of the red bandana.

The second step is to eliminate the hostility and get closer to the red devils' warning line.

The third step is to break through the bottom line and suddenly offer a knife. And this trick is a gamble, and he bets that the Red Devils are not only spiritual, but also have simple wisdom.

He was right, fortunately he was dealing with a quasi-third-order Red Devil, who had already begun to have a lord consciousness, and was usually used to seeing the Red Devils worship it, and was used to this kind of ritual with tribute.

If it was a low-level Red Devil who only had a simple survival instinct, he would have swallowed him in one gulp.

The third-level Red Devil seemed to enjoy the worship of the human race, and his tight wings loosened, and he stood up straight and laughed wildly.

Fan Gang raised his sword eyebrows, the cold electricity in his eyes shot directly into his heart, and he jumped up suddenly, without gathering strength, without adjusting the knife, pressing the direction with his left hand, and stabbing straight with his right hand.

There was only one chance, and this knife used up all the strength he had left.

"Porphyry", this knife silently inserted into the heart of the locked gaze, from the bottom up, the face almost hit its hairy chest!

The quasi-third-order Red Devil Monster's laughter stopped abruptly, and the ten black claws of his forelimbs instinctively grabbed his chest, and the winged blade rolled over.

Fan Gang bent his legs, kicked it in the abdomen, threw the knife back, flew out, pounced, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Porpe, porphyry" The Red Devil used too much force, and the claw knife and wing knife were actually inserted into his body.

Unaware of it, it lowered its head and glanced at the golden knife, squeaked in rage, gave up its prey and flew over,

Ten black gold claws flashed in the air, and the eagle swooped down on Fan Gang like a chicken, ready to pinch him into a pulp, and the wrong bones were scattered.

The oppression of death once again came to Fan Gang's mind.

Attack direction: Directly above.

Fatal part: Chest.

State of emergency: 0