Several black figures like mountains came to the highest point of the snow peak.

Beyond here, there is the human world, although it should be deserted both in terms of military intelligence and maps.

The demon powerhouse led by him only had one hand, so he raised it at this moment and signaled to stop.

The cold wind howled, blowing the iron coat, and blowing his black hair everywhere, revealing two magic horns that could not be seen from the fake.

His pupils were dark green, extremely cold, and his tall body exuded an incomparably powerful aura, and anyone who saw it would have infinite fear.

The second demon will be the siren.

Whether it is in the Snow Old Town or in the Snow Field, whether it is the Demon Race or the Human Race, they are more accustomed to calling him Lord Flute, because of respect or fear.

As a big man in the Demon Army's status second only to the Demon Shuai, he has killed countless Terran soldiers and cultivators, and his murderous reputation is far and wide.

A few years ago in the snowfield, when the demons ambushed Su Li, he was one of the main forces participating in the war.

At that time, Su Li cut off one of his arms with a sword, and he also left a deep wound on Su Li's shoulder.

Being able to hurt Su Li, you can imagine how terrifying the strength of this demon clan big man is.

The siren looked condescendingly at the manor in the snowy mountains, and her cold blue face showed an extremely rare hint of awe.

There are very few things in the world that can surprise him.

That manor is still far away from the highest point of the Snow Peak, maybe more than a thousand zhang, and that manor is like a bonsai in the eyes of these demon powerhouses at the top of the peak. The starlight fell in the bonsai, and there was a young man on the lake bridge, small as sand, if it wasn't for the siren, it would not be possible to see the young man's appearance clearly.

He saw it clearly, so he was surprised.

At that moment, the young man raised his head and looked at the peak.

Across the Qianzhang Snow Peak, they looked at each other in silence for a long time.

"I didn't expect it to be Your Majesty. The siren said expressionlessly.

He spoke the language of the demons, of course, and his voice was low and full of a strange charm.

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"Get out of here as soon as possible, something will happen later, and I may not be able to protect you then. ”

After saying this, Chen Changsheng sensed a fluctuation coming from the divine scepter hidden in the depths.

This let him know that the demon clan had arrived, and that it should be a terrifying powerhouse that he couldn't deal with.

His gaze went up to the top of the snow peak, but he couldn't see the picture there.

No matter how good his eyesight was, he couldn't see through the seemingly endless night.

But he knew who was there.

Anwar and the others were surprised, because what he said in this sentence was not that he couldn't protect you, but that he couldn't protect you......

Even His Majesty the Pope can't protect them, who is the coming enemy?

A gust of wind suddenly arose on the lake, which was as quiet as spring, and the cold wind in the snow ridge broke through the breath of the four seasons, swept back and forth on the lake, bringing out bursts of piercing sounds.

In the whistling wind, there are faintly mixed with other sounds.

Except for Anwar, people could tell that it was a demon language, and the general himself even understood that there was the word "Your Majesty" in it.

Everyone changed color, only to know that the enemy was actually a demon, and it must be a strong man of the demon clan!

No one fled, and people pulled out their swords at their waists one after another and grabbed behind Chen Changsheng.

The general asked Anwar to take care of the young formation division on the stretcher in the rear, and he walked into the pavilion and knocked the Mr. Yang unconscious.

The battle with the demon powerhouse is about to begin, and at such a time, he will not allow any insecurity in his own camp.

Cinnabar glanced at the general with some appreciation.

Chen Changsheng looked at the distant peak and said with emotion: "I didn't expect to see you again tonight." ”

More than a year ago, the last time he appeared in front of the eyes of the world was on the battlefield between the human race and the demon race. At that time, he took cinnabar and hid incognito in that military mansion, while working as a medical officer to save people, while quietly killing demons, until that day, the situation of the Terran army was too dangerous, he had no choice but to finally reveal his identity, a thousand swords in unison, forcibly reversed the tide of the battle at that time, however...... It also attracted the terrifying demon powerhouse.

The siren fell from the sky and seriously injured him with just one move.

Cinnabar risked the displacement of his spirit, concealed the perception of the siren, and took him from the ground to leave the battlefield, but who would have thought that in that reckless mountains, they encountered several Terran powerhouses in succession.

Afterwards, they naturally knew that these human powerhouses came from the imperial court, more precisely, from the Tianji Pavilion that was used by the imperial court.

The situation at that time was really very dangerous, if it wasn't for Liu Qing quietly appearing like a ghost, or he would have died at that time.

This is a somewhat painful memory, which makes Chen Changsheng a little cold, so he chooses to live in seclusion in this deserted snowy ridge.

And the source of all this is because of the siren.

Tonight, he met the other party again, is it going to be the same again?

On the summit of the bitter cold, the siren overlooked the distant pearl-like lake below the snowy ridge, without any expression on his face, and was extremely cold.

"I have come to take your life on the orders of the military advisor. ”

The black robe wants to kill the master of Cinnabar Dan.

If he knew that the owner of Cinnabar Dan was Chen Changsheng, he would naturally kill him.

- The deserted Snow Ridge, the young Pope without the protection of a truly strong man, if such a good opportunity is missed, the Snow Old City will be abandoned by the Moon God.

I don't know why, the sea flute was not worried about Chen Changsheng escaping, and did not rush to the bottom of the snow ridge, but stood on the top of the peak and talked to him.

What happened next gave the answer, it turned out that he didn't need to sweep down the snow ridge, he was sure that Chen Changsheng didn't have time to leave.

-- The siren jumped from the top of the peak.

A line of fire lit up in the night sky, then quickly extinguished.

The wind howled, the stars dimmed, and the night seemed to be torn apart.

Not long ago, Ning Shiwei once shook down a mountain rock and smashed the wooden bridge over the lake.

The siren, on the other hand, treats itself as a stone, nay, into a mountain.

Compared to his momentum, Ning Shiwei's mountain stone was a little ridiculously weak.

With the shrill sound of air squeezing, a mountain-like shadow covered the surface of the lake.

An unimaginably terrifying shock force fell on the lake.

Bang!

In the dull and terrifying crash, the water in the lake was instantly evaporated, and the mist filled the air, covering half of the snowy ridge.

The courtyard was ruined, and the wooden bridge lay at the bottom of the mud-covered lake like a dead snake cracked inch by inch.

Those who came from the Matsuyama military government were either dead or wounded, or unconscious.

A green leaf spread out in front of Anwar, protecting her and the formation master on the stretcher.

The general was still alive, lying among the gravel of the Broken Pavilion, vomiting blood, looking at the turbulent breath that was still raging in the night, and showing a look of despair.

At this moment, the crisp sound of the sword finally sounded.

Countless sword intents, coming from all directions, slashed towards the black figure like a mountain with the intention of wind and rain.

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