The tip of Chongzhao's spear pointed directly at the prince of Liang.

If this person was not a demon and could be called a god of war, everyone present would have a ridiculous feeling.

It's just that now, the soldiers of the Zhenlong tribe still feel ridiculous, and some can't help but laugh out loud.

It wasn't until yesterday that Liang Yi informed the entire tribe that their old leader was still alive and had broken through the shackles of the Ninth Order. After Tu Shanjing passed away, he has become the top existence in this demon domain, with this ancestor in charge, he is the top spot of the Ten Thousand Demon Alliance, their Zhenlong tribe can have a competitive strength, Chongzhao is almost victorious on the battlefield, and his prestige is far and wide, in front of Liang Wanghou, he is just a junior who cultivates to a low level.

Liang Wanghou himself was also surprised, even with a cold snort, Chongzhao did not let the war horse slow down, and killing the four cultivators was nothing more than telling him that no one would be able to stop him except for him personally, this kind of self-confidence made the old man who had not asked about the world for a long time feel resentful.

In the era that belonged to him, Chongzhao estimated that Mao had not grown up, so he dared to provoke him so grandly?

Liang Wanghou sneered, and an iron whip appeared in his hand, and on the iron whip, a blood-colored sword mark was particularly conspicuous.

This iron whip has followed him for more than fifty years, and even the blood sword attendant has never completely cut it off, and when he holds the iron whip, the whole person seems to be dozens of years younger, and his spirit has climbed to the peak.

"Get out of the way!"

With the majestic shout of the prince of Liang, everyone in the Zhenlong tribe quickly got out of the way, and at the end of the road was Chongzhao who was riding a horse and carrying a gun.

With a loud bang, a majestic energy cut the earth along the road, startling countless dust and mud, and an extremely long crack suddenly appeared on the ground of Luolong Yuan.

With just one whip, it was enough to split the earth, and its ninth-order stable cultivation was completely displayed in front of everyone's eyes.

Chongzhao's gaze under the black helmet shrank suddenly, his legs clamped, and the black horse jumped up quickly, taking him to a height of dozens of feet.

This is not the strength of the war horse itself, even if it is the most divine horse in the Black Wind Pony, it is impossible to have such a high bounce power, this is the result of Chongzhao pouring his own strength into the war horse, this is the essence of the first "unity of man and horse" when the Black Wind Horse is trained, just like the sword in the sword cultivation hand can be controlled as freely as his own hands and feet, the soldiers of the Black Wind Horse must be able to treat it as a part of their own body with the war horse, in order to give the best play to the strength of cooperation, now, Chongzhao shows this.

This thrilling leap directly avoided Liang Tianhou's mountain-opening energy with a whip, but the battle armor on the horse's legs was also directly cut out by the explosive energy, if this was not the best craftsman in the demon capital who carefully made it with black cloud iron, the four legs of the war horse should have been blurred with flesh and blood.

Chongzhao was in mid-air, and immediately threw the spear in his hand, as if a black lightning bolt slashed down, if it was touched by the tip of this spear, whether it was the earth or the flesh, it would be pierced by it.

Chongzhao's shot was pointed at the Long Xuan priest in the big chariot, although he was at least fifty meters away, as long as this shot was solid, with the physical fitness of the Long Xuan priest, he would definitely die.

None of the soldiers tried to defend themselves, not because they didn't think Priest Long Xuan was important, but because it wasn't necessary.

Liang Wanghou is here, he is the most solid barrier before the Long Xuan priest, with him sitting here, it is difficult for the Long Xuan priest to lose a single hair.

Liang Wanghou's eyes were cold, and the iron whip in his hand was swung out, directly entangled the spear that broke through the air, and the spear containing Chongzhao's ten success powers had not yet exploded, and it was easily rolled down by the iron whip from mid-air. With a flick of Liang Wanghou's wrist, the black spear was thrown in front of a soldier of the Zhenlong tribe. The soldier had a flattered expression and reached out to take it, but as soon as he grabbed the barrel of the gun with both hands, he was directly overwhelmed by the gravity of the mountain.

He is also a cultivator, although his cultivation is not high, his strength is definitely the top in this army, but even if he tries his best, he can barely lift this black spear, and Chongzhao's black spear is so heavy!

After a brief moment of shock, an arrogant smile suddenly appeared on his face.

The blades have been snatched away, this famous Prince Chongzhao Chong in the Demon Domain, is there still a way to survive today?

Liang Wanghou squinted slightly, staring at Chongzhao.

Chongzhao's warhorse fell to the ground, and the heavy sound was enough to show how much pressure it was under, but the speed did not slow down in the slightest.

At the same time, Chongzhao's voice resounded on the battlefield.

"The name of the gun is 'Xuanwu', and it has fought with me all the way, and has fallen into the hands of the enemy three times, and this is the fourth time. ”

"Every time, I was able to get it back, and this is the fourth time. ”

"None of the enemies who took it survived. ”

In just three sentences, Chongzhao's self-confidence and domineering are already clear.

The man was holding Xuanwu with both hands, and he was going to be complacent to watch Chongzhao come to an end, but suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and the Xuanwu in his hand became heavier and heavier, and he almost stumbled and fell down with a gun.

Liang Wanghou said loudly: "You are still too young. ”

His voice was old and majestic, like a deep ancient well, as the leader of the older generation in the Demon Domain, in front of him, Yao Chong was indeed too young.

When you are young, you will be more impulsive and do not know the height of the sky.

At this age, cruel words can no longer make him angry, but he still decides to kill today.

It is natural to kill the enemy on the battlefield, but what he wants is a dead hand at all costs.

Chongzhao is too strong, if he is given the opportunity to ride a horse to escape today, he doesn't know how strong he will be in the future, and he already knows from Liang Yi's words that the army of the demon capital is good at fighting, and a large part of it is the credit of this Prince Chong. If Chongzhao is allowed to escape, one day in the future, he will definitely have the opportunity to make a comeback.

Liang Wanghou subconsciously glanced at the air, there, the masters of the Zhenlong tribe are still besieging Yao Chong, Yao Chong's body parts without cloth protection have a lot of scars, although they have not yet hurt the vital point, they have fallen into complete passivity, no matter how you look at it, soon Yao Chong will be killed in the siege, Yao Chong Chong will die, the balance of this battle will completely fall on them, and the honor of annihilating the Black Wind Rider will also fall on the head of their Zhenlong tribe.

It's just that his subconscious glance directly made his pupils shrink, and he suddenly shouted: "Retreat!"

Although he was far away from that battlefield, he had a full view of the situation there, and in his eyes, Yao Chong was like a burning firewood, which seemed to burn out in the flames, but in fact he was burning himself to gain a more powerful fire.

The masters of the Zhenlong tribe are not the fire, they are just the ones who add to the fire, and they seem to be waiting complacently to see the moment when the flames completely burn the firewood, and they don't know at all that when the flames burst into flames, it is not Yao Chong who burns, but themselves!

If they can't kill Yao Chong directly, retreating quickly is the best choice, even if they let go of one Yao Chong, it's better than letting them all bury their bones in Dragon Plains!

It's just that when he shouted this sentence, Liang Wanghou ignored one thing.

This is the battlefield, the battle is not only Yao Chong's place, he is the old leader of the Zhenlong tribe, this word is enough to shake the hearts of the army, and the place he really wants to convey, because there are too many noises and too many noises, all the masters from all walks of life are going all out, and the spiritual power riot is extremely disordered, even if he has profound skills, it has not been able to reach the ears of Liang Yi and others.

The corners of Chongzhao's mouth showed a hint of mockery, and he said loudly: "Liang Wanghou, I clearly tell you that today's battle will be our victory. ”

Liang Wanghou said disdainfully: "It's up to you?"

Now that he killed Chongzhao and hurried to support Liang Yi, there was still time for Chongzhao's words, which was like a joke in his ears.

Chongzhao shook his head and looked at the big chariot not far away: "It's not just me, who said that on today's battlefield, only your Zhenlong tribe has priests to fight?"

As he spoke, he and his horse never slowed down.

His cultivation is far from being the opponent of Liang Wanghou, but with the blessing of the speed of the war horse, these speeds can be turned into his strength.

He will not stop, and once he does, his death is not far off.

However, he believed that Liang Wanghou would not make a move so quickly, because he would definitely have to find out where the priest was, a priest, but it was enough to subvert the situation of the war, and Liang Wanghou would definitely not let it go.

Liang Wanghou's gaze quickly searched the entire battlefield, and sneered: "Chongzhao Xiao'er, don't bluff here. ”

On the entire battlefield, the Black Wind Rider from the Demon Capital did not have a well-guarded place, if there was really a priest, could they still be exposed to the shadow of this sword light?

Regarding the disdain of Liang Wanghou, Chongzhao only responded with a sneer and pointed in a certain direction of the battlefield.

Liang Wanghou sneered and glanced at it, but just for that, his smile suddenly stiffened, and he screamed, and the iron whip in his hand fell like a heavenly river, and hit Chongzhao head-on.