Just when several people and demons were all devoured by the fierce beasts, the demon general with fangs like steel needles and pointed ears walked out and said, "You have angered me, I want you to know what will happen if you anger me!" ”

It was like saying lightly, "What else?" I'm going to see what happens when I provoke you! ”

The barbarian statue walked out slowly, holding a battle axe in his hand, and the general of the demon clan also walked out with a long sword made of black iron weighing more than 10,000 catties, their eyes meeting in the air, as if two powerful forces were colliding with each other. The eyes of the barbarian statue were as cold as ice, while the eyes of the demon generals were full of cunning and cruelty.

The man slowly spoke: "How can an ugly thing like you still live in this world." I want you to know that the prestige of our White Tiger Army, we were killed, not praised by others, let me see the power of your human demon clan today. ”

Before his words fell, his body had already galloped out. The tomahawk in his hand shimmered coldly in the sunlight, like a weapon of death coming out of purgatory. He swung his battle axe and slashed at the demon general.

The demon general let out a long roar and also greeted him. His figure was like lightning, leaving a trail of afterimages in midair. The long sword in his hand weighed more than 10,000 catties, like a sword of death coming out of hell.

Two powerful forces converged in the air and burst into brilliant light. Every time there is a collision, it causes a strong vibration. Their figures were like two wild beasts, rolling and roaring on the battlefield.

The power of the brute erupted like a storm, and each swing of the axe made the ground tremble. The speed of the demon generals is as fast as lightning, and each attack can leave a deep mark on the brute statue.

Their battle is getting fiercer and fiercer, and everything around them seems to be ignored. Their battles give a sense of raw strength and courage.

On the battlefield, the battle between the demon generals and the barbarian statues has reached a white-hot stage. Each of their attacks was full of power, and each collision seemed to kill the other. Suddenly, a loud bang came, and the long sword in the hand of the demon general burst open in an instant. The debris scattered, sputtering fiery sparks. The demon general was stunned, his face full of surprise and disbelief. He never imagined that this sword of death that came out of hell would burst in such a battle.

However, the statue didn't give him more time to think, and he instantly pounced. His hands clenched the battle axe, pouring all his power on the demon general's body.

Before the demon generals could react, they were directly shocked back by the power of the barbarian statue. He fell to the ground, rolling, moaning in pain. His body was covered with scars, the marks of a brawny battle axe.

The brute statue stood in front of him, looking at him coldly. His eyes were full of victory, but at the same time, they also revealed a kind of incomprehension and anger. He spoke slowly, "This is what makes me angry!" You'll never understand how big the gap is between us! ”

His words echoed across the battlefield, as if to announce his victory to the world. The demon general fell to the ground, his eyes full of despair and resentment. He knew that he had lost the battle, his honor and dignity.

In the end, the corpse of the demon general lay quietly on the battlefield. He still held the exploding sword in his hand, and there was an expression of reluctance and anger on his face. The barbarian statue used the Demon God Bloodthirsty Trick to devour the demon generals and began to refine.

The other White Tiger Army saw that their commander on the battlefield had defeated the demon generals, and their morale was also greatly boosted, and they all rushed towards the demon army, and in a moment, the sound of fighting on the battlefield, the collision of swords, and the trampling of iron horses reflected each other.

Finally, after waiting for a day, the White Tiger Army won a complete victory on the battlefield, and several leaders of the White Tiger Army who had just refined the human and demon clan also made bloodline breakthroughs, and after they broke through, their strength became stronger, and their bloodlines were more vigorous, and their realms also broke through. The other White Tiger Armies also devoured the human and demon clans on the battlefield, then refined, and then broke through the bloodline and realm, and their cultivation was also constantly growing, and their combat power became even stronger.

Ling Haoran said to Lin Biao, "Lin Biao, now cast the Flying Eagle Talisman and rush to the Huozi Battalion, you notify the Huozi Battalion as soon as possible, rush to Xiyang City as soon as possible, accept the city taken by the White Tiger Army, and then the White Tiger Army continues to advance." ”

Lin Biao bowed, then took out a flying eagle talisman, and rode the flying eagle to the camp of the Fire Word Battalion, Ling Haoran turned to the brute statue and said, "Why don't you use your three-pointed two-edged knife?" This is a good thing, don't be reluctant! ”

The barbarian statue said, "Lord, they are not worthy of my use of spiritual weapons, this I will use a more powerful enemy for blood sacrifice, it can't just find one to use when it goes to the battlefield for the first time!" Hahaha"

Ling Haoran said, "You just have a spectrum in your heart, okay, after this city is captured, wait for the Fire Word Battalion to come and receive it, and then you continue to build a city." I'm going to take the special forces to the next city, so that the three of us will become horns, even if the combined forces of the demon and the human demon come to us, we will have the strength to fight! ”

After speaking, Ling Haoran spread his wings and flew to the next city, Chenliu City, which was occupied by the demons, and a once prosperous city has now become the territory of the demons. The afterglow of the setting sun reflected on the ruined city walls, and a sense of desolation and tragedy arose.

The gates have been charred black, and the broken walls seem to tell the story of the battles and resistances that have passed. A ruined banner flutters at the head of the city, a symbol of what the brave warriors once guarded. Entering the city, the once lively streets are now desolate. Bricks, tiles, and wood, every inch of this city is full of stories.

The once ornate building has been destroyed beyond recognition, the windows have been shattered, the roof has been torn down, and the murals on the walls have been burned. The demons are wreaking havoc everywhere, turning the homeland that once belonged to humans into their own territory.

On the street corner, the remains of several human soldiers lay silently, their weapons still clutched in their hands, and expressions of determination and anguish on their faces. They were warriors who fought to defend their cities and protect their homes, but now they lay quietly on the cold stone paths, isolated from the world.

On the other side, a group of demons are celebrating. They were full of evil spirits, and their eyes gleamed with evil. They drink and merry, and they turn a deaf ear to human pain and wailing. Dressed in tattered armor and armed with sharp swords, these demons are the invaders who have triumphed in this occupation.