Xun Chen's judgment was not wrong, and now the person in charge of the third legion of the demon clan is the high priest Hua Ling.

After the fall of the old butler Yi Weibo, the overall strength of the Third Demon Legion can be said to have been weakened by more than eighty percent, not to mention, in order to introduce the brave army of the Canglan Emperor into the Evergreen Grand Canyon, Yi Weibo has already sacrificed tens of thousands of demon elites before.

In this case, the High Priest Hua Ling, the Ninth Demon General Bing Hua, the Tenth Demon General Hua Wuyi, and the Sixth Priest Hua Mu naturally became the backbone of the Third Legion.

Their most important task now was to ensure that the Third Army could enter Autumn City unscathed and join the large army.

It has been almost half a month since the battle of the Evergreen Grand Canyon, and during this time, although the soldiers of the demon clan have also encountered some sporadic harassment by the demon clan powerhouses, but in general, the road has been smooth and has not encountered too tragic battles.

It's just that tonight seems to be something special.

Demon General Binghua was the first to walk out of his big tent, looking at the unreachable crescent moon in the holy sky, his gaze seemed to be a little meaningful.

One hundred and ten years ago, Binghua was the weakest of the twelve demon generals, and today, a hundred and ten years later, she still hasn't caught up with the others.

She never envied the talents of others, nor did she feel sorry for herself, because she inherited the most humble quality of the twelve demon generals.

The flag in her hand is embroidered with an ear of wheat pattern, which represents humility.

It was this humility that allowed her to return alive from the land.

In a way, this in itself is a manifestation of strength.

About half a month ago. Binghua had suffered the biggest crisis since she returned to the world, although the other party did not have a holy order. But with the advantage of numbers, she was seriously injured.

She knew who they were. Especially that flawless man, he is a legend of a generation on the extraterritorial battlefield.

It's just that she didn't expect that after re-stepping on the territory of the Sacred Word Continent, her first battle was almost lost at the hands of this person.

"Scarlet Alliance......

Binghua whispered the name, her eyebrows slightly raised, as if covered with frost.

"I don't know, is it you?"

Binghua continued to mutter to herself, no fear on her face. On the contrary, there was a vague anger, and there was an indescribable expectation.

Unlike the sudden attack more than half a month ago, today Binghua already knew that the enemy would come, and she was no longer alone, in the place where she could not see in the camp, there were countless strong people in the clan, ready to give a surprise to the strong enemy.

I just don't know, at this time, where did the high priest go?

In the more than 100 years that the demons have been silent. The holy maiden Qianxia was trapped and lost in the swamp, and the old housekeeper Yi Weibo bound himself to the southern frontier, so the high priest became the most important wise man in the demon race.

He was already good at setting up ambushes, and now that he had known in advance that there would be a human saint coming. And how can you not do anything to prepare?

And he knew very well that although there were four top powerhouses of the demon clan in the Third Legion, the other party's primary target. Definitely yourself.

This suspicion was confirmed by the secret letter from Asatsu, but the high priest did not stay in the barracks. and Binghua, Hua Wubi, Hua Mu and others watched each other, but secretly left the barracks. I went to another place.

If you don't do this, how can you lead the other party to make a move?

For the High Priest, this is a great opportunity to wipe out the backbone of humanity, and it must not be left alone!

He wanted to know how wonderful the expression on the other party's face would be when he changed from a hunter to a prey.

A hundred miles away from where the high priest was, flowers and trees sat on the ground, surrounded by a vibrant atmosphere, the ice floes on the pool had quietly melted, and a few fat black milkfish swam happily in the clear bottomless water, as if celebrating the arrival of early spring.

If you look at it from a relative position, the cold pool where Huamu is located, the military camp where Binghua stays, and the place where the high priest is hiding just form an equilateral triangle pattern on the map, and the distance between them is a hundred miles, no more and no less.

Of course, such a distance and position are particular, no matter which side is attacked by an irresistible attack, the other two can also rush to the aid in the shortest possible time.

At the same time, it also left an opportunity for Wang Cijiang and others to be an opportunity.

Like a fruit hanging on the edge of a cliff, although it takes a lot of risk to pick it, as long as the flesh is sweet and tasty, such a risk must be bearable.

Hua Mu sat quietly on the edge of the pool, his eyes slightly closed, like an old monk who had settled down, and only the slow rise and fall of his chest could prove that he was still alive.

The blackeye fish in the pond did not feel the horror of the tranquility of the eve of the storm, and they still swam carefree at the bottom of the water, constantly circling a black rock at the edge of the pool, as if the green moss on the stone was their most delicious food.

I don't know how long it took, but the moon in the sky had risen to the highest place, and as far as the eye could see, there was no cloud, and the moonlight became the only light in the darkness, quiet and cold.

Binghua was the first to welcome strange visitors, but after seeing the number and appearance of the other party, she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

There is no holy order, and there is no Wang Cijiang.

The man in the lead was slender, dressed in white, with one hand behind his back, holding a three-foot long sword, extremely chic and calm.

But the other party is just a demi-saint.

Thinking about it carefully, this seems to be a matter of course, because the Holy Maiden has already made it clear in the book that she has only four opponents tonight, and the most vigilant of them is this swordsman named Li Bai.

How could the prophecy of the Holy Maiden be wrong?

Thinking of this, Binghua smiled lightly and took the lead in speaking: "I heard that your swordsmanship is self-deprecating?"

Li Bai's eyes were different, and he was obviously quite surprised by this opening sentence, and couldn't help asking, "Do you recognize me?"

Binghua shook her head: "I have never met, but the Holy Maiden has long seen the identity of each of you, and now that the Sword Saint is dead, it is my honor to be able to once again comprehend the swordsmanship he created." ”

Hearing this, Li Bai's palm holding the sword couldn't help but tighten for three points, and his steps paused slightly, signaling the others to be on guard.

In this regard, Binghua immediately smiled and said: "Since you dare to walk in in a grand manner, you have naturally investigated clearly, there are less than a thousand soldiers in our army's remaining camp tonight, so why do you pretend to be a gesture?"

Li Bai did not look calm because of this, but became more vigilant, and immediately decided: "There is an ambush, retreat!"

Before the words fell, Li Bai and the three demi-saints behind him turned around and left without hesitation, but they heard the sound of hunting wind coming closely, and the general flag in Binghua's hand had been quietly unfurled.

"Why rush to leave when you're here?" (To be continued......)