Ji Hong's face was dark, and he glanced at it lightly.

"Why are you staring at me, I don't dislike that thing you drew in black and white, but you dislike me?"

"Sure enough, you bad guy!"

"It just broke my heart!"

The old white ape was crying, and I felt pity, especially the big red robe, which suddenly became suitable for the occasion.

"Watch less idol dramas, the heroine's words will become disgusting when they come out of your mouth."

The beast tide surged, and the fourth attack was opened.

Without grinding his teeth with the old white ape to pass the time, Ji Hong rose to the sky, with a brush in his left hand and a scroll in his right hand, rushing towards the Demon Suppression Pass with surging coercion.

"Let's fight!"

With heavy drinking, an old figure stood in front of him.

"Ugh..."

The old man let out a light sigh, looking at Ji Hong's eyes full of regret: "You used to be the pride of the Mo Academy, and you are also the pride of Lao Liu. ”

"Oh, put away your hypocrisy."

"After all, it's just trying to use me to die for those cowardly and incompetent guys."

Ji Hong sneered, his eyes did not fluctuate, and his tone was still lightly mocking.

"Why should I protect those who have nothing to do with me?"

"Just for a passing on the torch?"

"Hypocrisy!"

Ji Hong's cold rebuke continued to sound in the void.

The old headmaster of the Ink Academy sighed lightly and shook his head, the loneliness in his eyes became more and more intense: "The human race has never forced anyone... But in the same way, not betraying and not killing each other is also the bottom line of the human race. ”

"You've crossed that line."

"I'm going to do it with my own hands... Except for you. ”

In response to him, only Ji Hong's disdainful sneer.

"Ink stains mountains and rivers, blood stains the world!"

"This painting is for your hypocritical heart."

The scroll unfolded, Ji Hong held a brush and quickly sketched, and every stroke fell to form an illusory scene behind him.

Pitch-black mountains, rivers, blood-red skies...

All this shrouded Ji Hong and the old principal.

"The spear is now, and the world is changing."

"The gun is out, the mountains and rivers are broken!"

A spear seemed to suddenly appear from the void and stabbed at the old headmaster, with an incomparable sharpness.

The surrounding mountains and rivers shook violently at this time.

Dao energy coercion was concentrated on the old principal's body, affecting his movements, as if he was in a quagmire.

"Ugh..."

"People fear the night, but they don't die in the night."

"Because they firmly believe that there will always be sunshine that will drive out the night."

With a soft sigh, a ray of sunlight suddenly pierced into the blood-colored sky.

The golden energy formed a shield that blocked the spear.

"The night is long, where does the light come from!"

"It's still a joke!"

The spear pierces the energy shield and rushes forward again.

And Ji Hong was standing on the top of an ink mountain, condescending, looking down at him.

"Light... It's always been there. ”

"Where the heart desires, there is light."

An extra round of sun appeared in the virtual sky, sending out a brilliant pillar of light that shattered the spear.

The two looked at each other in the air, not letting in the slightest.

The fight between them may not have that sense of strength to the flesh, but it is more dangerous, and the slightest carelessness is the end of a catastrophe.

On the demon suppression below, the war has long been endless, and life has become the cheapest thing at this time.

Blood continued to flow down the edge of the walls, washing the gates bright red.

……

"We..."

Zhao Qingyi stood at a very far distance, watching this scene, his fists clenched subconsciously.

"Wait."

"It's not enough."

Anxin, who looked very grinning, seemed extremely calm at this time, shook his head slightly, and said softly.

"Only at the moment of the general offensive can we bring out the most value."

"Hmm." Zhao Qingyi nodded faintly and stopped talking.

But on the battlefield in the distance, the scenes of constant fighting, and the soldiers being torn by demon beasts and falling off the demon control pass, this kind of scene constantly impacted them.

They obviously have a chance to save these people, but for the sake of the ultimate goal, they can only watch.

This inner pain makes them suffer unusually much.

"They won't die in vain..."

"Blood debt... There will always be blood..."

The tone of peace of mind was a little low.

"Hmm."

Zhao Qingyi nodded again, and the frost on his face was heavier.

No one pays attention to the two inconspicuous guys in this corner, let alone what role they will play on the battlefield in the future.

……

"If we continue to rotate, we may not be able to withstand it."

Yuan Qingshan just controlled his awakened object to constantly make drums in mid-air, competing with the demon god drum, while he himself was standing on the ground, frowning slightly, looking at the chaotic battlefield, and spoke.

At this time, Yu Mo's face was a little pale, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "The fourth wave..."

"It's coming, it's coming..."

"By the way, today is..."

Yu Mo recalled: "According to the agreement, it is today." ”

"You shouldn't let me down, after all, you are the most faithful to the spirit of the contract..."

Yu Mo was a little distracted, but quickly recovered: "After the fourth round, all the staff will go to the level!" ”

"After surviving their fifth round, we are in a precarious state, and then the eight-tailed fox should launch a general attack in the sixth round and crush us head-on in a devastating way."

"But at that time, our resistance will also be very fierce, and more than 100,000 demon beasts will be released into the customs, and they will retreat with all their strength and return with a great victory..."

"That's it..."

"Now... It's up to you whether you succeed or fail..."

Yu Mo muttered to himself, his fingers hooked, and an invisible sword qi swept away, cutting off the demon beasts that rushed over.

"What exactly are you waiting for?"

Yuan Qingshan frowned.

Yu Mo has always looked mysterious, as if he had some means to turn the tables, but he didn't say it explicitly.

"Of course... Wait for the wind to come..."

A sickly smile was drawn on Yu Mo's pale face.